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GunslingerThere was no blinding blood. Merely a trickle down from the love bite. But what little there was, was made up by the foul air of sex.I just remember readint this one when it came out, I really liked it.
“Tell me, son of the Law. What business do you have spying on the council of your mother?”
“What business do you have with my mother, right claw of a Carrion Bird?”
“Do not be smart with me, boy. I’ve the magick to make you a bastard’s child and your children’s children the like, if I so wished it.”
With that Alain left his mother to whims of the shadowed figure by her bed.
There was tell of a tale that was once popular in the days of Settlements, of palaver between the sun and the moon. It went:
In the throes of the escalating chaos, where justice went blind, and corruption its eyes, the two would watch in horror. It was said that before desert encompassed the realm, there was steel, and before steel there was greenery. And the sun watched the steel kill all that they once loved, crying rays of light
The Artist's Eyes Full StoryThe coldness clipped her shoulder. It was warm out, but still the shiver consumed her whole. The source: a group of Beautiful People caught under a ray of sunlight that seemed to justify their loathing of such an average girl. Worse yet, she knew it to be true. She was average at best.My favourite
Evelyn turned away and cried a silent cry.
They were too far away to be heard, but still her mind created the comments that travelled from their lips to the chasm of her souls. ‘Have you ever seen such an ordinary mess in your life?’ ‘Not ‘til today.’ They’d ask and respond, doing everything sort of pointing and laughing. No, they did that too. With their eyes, they would do it. Evelyn was sure of it.
Sticks and stones, she told herself. She felt her bones cracking. Folding the collar of her jacket, she turned back to them where her home waited just ‘round the corner and blocks away. She walked opposite them from the street, on which the Beautiful People hunted.