Engel and Jente stood at the top of a massive sand dune and stared into the distance at the massive stone structures, gleaming, peaked, that arced toward the sky. Jente noted, idly, that they mirrored a pattern of stars and wondered if they were religious markers beyond tombs.
“What is this place called?” Engel asked.
“I don’t know what the locals call it,” Jente said, “but I’ve heard people call it Egypt.”
“What are we doing here?” Engel asked.
Jente nodded down at the approaching army of rumbling chariots. “I’m thinking Pharaoh is in the market for a skilled general.”
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Try to Rule the World
“I like these things,” Engel said, popping another small, green pitted fruit into his mouth. He smiled as he chewed. “They’re good, but not too sweet. Not like those other ones on that tree. I think I much prefer this vine business.”
“That’s because you like wine,” Jente said. “The oil from those green things burns clean, if you ever need a torch.”
“How do you know these things?”
Some things Jente had seen, like how armies of the olive-skinned men who roamed this land donned armor and marched from the seven hills to try to rule the world.
“That’s because you like wine,” Jente said. “The oil from those green things burns clean, if you ever need a torch.”
“How do you know these things?”
Some things Jente had seen, like how armies of the olive-skinned men who roamed this land donned armor and marched from the seven hills to try to rule the world.
Monday, March 29, 2010
On Their Own Now
“I don’t like this one bit,” Engel said. He and Jente stood on the edge of a massive fjord that emptied out into the icy ocean.
“You didn’t seem to mind it when we sailed here.” Jente hefted an axe and started for the nearest useful-looking tree.
“I just don’t see why we have to go alone, just the two of us. You saw how well that worked last time.” Engel glanced over his shoulder. “I don’t see why we couldn’t have brought Dagaz or the twins or --”
“They need to learn to make boats on their own now.”
“You didn’t seem to mind it when we sailed here.” Jente hefted an axe and started for the nearest useful-looking tree.
“I just don’t see why we have to go alone, just the two of us. You saw how well that worked last time.” Engel glanced over his shoulder. “I don’t see why we couldn’t have brought Dagaz or the twins or --”
“They need to learn to make boats on their own now.”
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Memories Long Lost
“So...we trained them all, and now what?” Engel asked.
“We leave them to train more, train others. It’ll be a while before they have numbers sufficient for our operation,” Jente said. “But for the record we do head south. And east - further east than they’ll be going in a few centuries.”
“In a few centuries?” Engel echoed. “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere I saw,” Jente said. “A while ago.”
She closed her eyes, and a voice echoed in her mind, one from memories long lost.
“For Pharoah!”
Golden sand, rolling war-machines, spears, dark-skinned warriors, giant stone tombs.
“We leave them to train more, train others. It’ll be a while before they have numbers sufficient for our operation,” Jente said. “But for the record we do head south. And east - further east than they’ll be going in a few centuries.”
“In a few centuries?” Engel echoed. “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere I saw,” Jente said. “A while ago.”
She closed her eyes, and a voice echoed in her mind, one from memories long lost.
“For Pharoah!”
Golden sand, rolling war-machines, spears, dark-skinned warriors, giant stone tombs.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Somewhere Else
“You’ve never had the urge to go somewhere...else?” Engel asked. “Somewhere much, much further east? East of where we met?”
Dagaz and the Red Twins peered at the map. “Where are these places?”
“Old Master scouted,” Jente said absently. “As for further east - for the moment, I think we can trust it on its own. You and I do need to visit some other places, though, while this lot gets ready to move on out.”
“Can we trust them on their own?” Engel asked.
“They need time to train and grow and build,” Jente said. “And they’ll need boats.”
Dagaz and the Red Twins peered at the map. “Where are these places?”
“Old Master scouted,” Jente said absently. “As for further east - for the moment, I think we can trust it on its own. You and I do need to visit some other places, though, while this lot gets ready to move on out.”
“Can we trust them on their own?” Engel asked.
“They need time to train and grow and build,” Jente said. “And they’ll need boats.”
Friday, March 26, 2010
The Plan
The fire had almost died and the mead was gone; the Red Twins were snoring on each other loudly. Only Dagaz and Engel were awake, staring into the redness of the embers. Engel thought it looked like blood crystallized. He wondered if Dagaz had ever seen real blood earned in battle. He was about to ask when the door of the hut creaked open and Jente stepped out. She looked pale, exhausted.
“Well?” Old Master asked.
“We mobilize, sweep south and east, and we mingle, settle, drop roots, and wait.” Jente handed him a crudely drawn map.
Old Master smiled.
“Well?” Old Master asked.
“We mobilize, sweep south and east, and we mingle, settle, drop roots, and wait.” Jente handed him a crudely drawn map.
Old Master smiled.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
An Answer
Engel had never seen Jente looking for something; it always seemed impolite to watch her work her...whatever, even though she’d seen him use his gift dozens of times. Engel had never considered that Old Master might not be allowed to watch Jente do her thing. The two of them sat outside of Jente’s hut, drinking mead and keeping warm with a small fire, and waiting to see what she saw.
Eventually the Red Twins and Dagaz joined them, bringing more honey-mead, meat, logs for the fire.
“What are we waiting for?” Dagaz asked.
Old Master said, “An answer.”
Eventually the Red Twins and Dagaz joined them, bringing more honey-mead, meat, logs for the fire.
“What are we waiting for?” Dagaz asked.
Old Master said, “An answer.”
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
What I Cannot
Old Master appeared in the doorway of the empty mead hall where Engel and Jente were arguing over tactics on a raid to one of the southern lands.
“How goes training the ranks?” he asked.
“It goes,” Engel said.
“They’re natural warriors. Sometimes they have to learn to curb their enthusiasm lest they sacrifice the element of surprise,” Jente said. She rolled up the map. “What do you need?”
“I wondered if you would look for something for me,” Old Master said. “I have a plan, but I need your guidance.”
Jente blinked. “Mine?”
“You can see what I cannot.”
“How goes training the ranks?” he asked.
“It goes,” Engel said.
“They’re natural warriors. Sometimes they have to learn to curb their enthusiasm lest they sacrifice the element of surprise,” Jente said. She rolled up the map. “What do you need?”
“I wondered if you would look for something for me,” Old Master said. “I have a plan, but I need your guidance.”
Jente blinked. “Mine?”
“You can see what I cannot.”
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
At Least Ten Times More Weird
“Seen him before how? Have you been to the North with Old Master before?” Engel asked.
Jente shook her head, tapped her temple. “I think I’ve seen him. Before.”
“Oh. Seen.” Engel knew his own ability to move things without touching them was inhuman and uncanny, but he was pretty sure Jente’s ability to see things before they happened was at least ten times more weird. “Do you think he’s important?”
“For now, he’s the only one who has a decent sense of stealth,” Jente said, and she lifted her bow, fired an arrow. One of the Red Twins cursed.
Jente shook her head, tapped her temple. “I think I’ve seen him. Before.”
“Oh. Seen.” Engel knew his own ability to move things without touching them was inhuman and uncanny, but he was pretty sure Jente’s ability to see things before they happened was at least ten times more weird. “Do you think he’s important?”
“For now, he’s the only one who has a decent sense of stealth,” Jente said, and she lifted her bow, fired an arrow. One of the Red Twins cursed.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Seen Him Before
Dagaz was a golden-haired boy, green-eyed, more slender than some of the others - like the Red Twins - but strong all the same. He wasn’t nearly as surly and aggressive as the Red Twins; rather he was charming and boyish, at times inappropriately loud and enthusiastic, like an overgrown puppy, but he showed promise with a sword.
Engel didn’t like the way Jente looked at him.
“He’s too young for you,” Engel said.
Jente rolled her eyes. “Everyone is too young for both of us, and I’m not interested in him. I just feel like I’ve seen him...before.”
Engel didn’t like the way Jente looked at him.
“He’s too young for you,” Engel said.
Jente rolled her eyes. “Everyone is too young for both of us, and I’m not interested in him. I just feel like I’ve seen him...before.”
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Dagaz
“What do you mean, ‘yet’?” Engel asked. He swallowed hard, remembered Andrev.
“Old Master has not spoken to the pale-haired stranger in a while,” Jente said. She lowered her hand and straightened up, hands clasped behind her back as if she were standing guard. “Dagaz is on his way.”
“You said they had to come unseen.”
“No mortal would see him.” Jente elbowed Engel lightly, and he realized this was the first time he’d seen her smile in a long time. “Now come on. Pretend. So they can learn.”
Engel sighed and obeyed. “Dagaz is your favorite, isn’t he?”
“Old Master has not spoken to the pale-haired stranger in a while,” Jente said. She lowered her hand and straightened up, hands clasped behind her back as if she were standing guard. “Dagaz is on his way.”
“You said they had to come unseen.”
“No mortal would see him.” Jente elbowed Engel lightly, and he realized this was the first time he’d seen her smile in a long time. “Now come on. Pretend. So they can learn.”
Engel sighed and obeyed. “Dagaz is your favorite, isn’t he?”
Saturday, March 20, 2010
For the Sake of the Exercise
“What are we doing, exactly?” Engel asked. He and Jente stood atop a glacier in the middle of a fjord, swaddled in furs to protect them against the bite of the winter wind.
“Stealth exercise,” Jente said absently. She shaded her eyes and scanned the horizon. “There’s a sword in the ice behind me. One of them must approach without being seen and then defeat one of us in battle for the sword.”
Engel blinked. “They’ll never defeat one of us.”
“We’re going to pretend we’re mortal for the sake of the exercise - there are no more of us. Yet.”
“Stealth exercise,” Jente said absently. She shaded her eyes and scanned the horizon. “There’s a sword in the ice behind me. One of them must approach without being seen and then defeat one of us in battle for the sword.”
Engel blinked. “They’ll never defeat one of us.”
“We’re going to pretend we’re mortal for the sake of the exercise - there are no more of us. Yet.”
Friday, March 19, 2010
Runic Names
“What kinds of names are those, anyway?” Engel asked.
Thurisaz and Hagalaz were a pair of giant twins, red-headed, with full beards. There was something amusing about the fact that they were terrified of Jente, who was less than half their size.
“Not real names, sir,” Thurisaz said. “Not people names, really. Just - letters. From our alphabet, as it were.”
“What kind of an alphabet?” Engel asked.
“Runes,” Hagalaz said. “Jente teaches us to read and write.”
“Right,” Engel said. He raised his sword. “All right! Show me a backhand sweep!”
Both twins obeyed. Swords sang through the air.
Thurisaz and Hagalaz were a pair of giant twins, red-headed, with full beards. There was something amusing about the fact that they were terrified of Jente, who was less than half their size.
“Not real names, sir,” Thurisaz said. “Not people names, really. Just - letters. From our alphabet, as it were.”
“What kind of an alphabet?” Engel asked.
“Runes,” Hagalaz said. “Jente teaches us to read and write.”
“Right,” Engel said. He raised his sword. “All right! Show me a backhand sweep!”
Both twins obeyed. Swords sang through the air.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Earn Your Keep
“Mission? What mission?” Engel asked in a low voice.
Jente lifted her head and called out, “Thurisaz, Hagalaz, don’t drop your shield arm! Keep it up or you’ll lose a limb.” She continued working on the boot, puzzling over the soft leather of the sole.
“What mission?” Engel asked again, nudging her in the ribs.
She sighed. “Did you listen to anything Old Master said during your graduation ceremony?”
“Mostly that I’d get to come down off the mountain and finally see some women again,” Engel said. “Why?”
Jente sighed. “Never mind. Come help me teach - earn your keep already.”
Jente lifted her head and called out, “Thurisaz, Hagalaz, don’t drop your shield arm! Keep it up or you’ll lose a limb.” She continued working on the boot, puzzling over the soft leather of the sole.
“What mission?” Engel asked again, nudging her in the ribs.
She sighed. “Did you listen to anything Old Master said during your graduation ceremony?”
“Mostly that I’d get to come down off the mountain and finally see some women again,” Engel said. “Why?”
Jente sighed. “Never mind. Come help me teach - earn your keep already.”
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
The Mission
Three days later, out on the ice, Jente was drilling the lads and lasses in keeping their feet in slippery places; she was also toying with a pair of boots, experimenting with ways to create more traction.
Engel stood at the edge of her demarcated battlefield beside her and watched her work.
“Are you punishing me?” he asked finally.
“It’s not my place to punish you,” she said.
“Then why are we here in this hellishly cold place with these ghost-pale children teaching them to fight?”
“We have a mission, and some of us are working to complete it.”
Engel stood at the edge of her demarcated battlefield beside her and watched her work.
“Are you punishing me?” he asked finally.
“It’s not my place to punish you,” she said.
“Then why are we here in this hellishly cold place with these ghost-pale children teaching them to fight?”
“We have a mission, and some of us are working to complete it.”
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Unthinking Acquiescence
“What are you doing?” Engel asked. He leaned in the doorway of the mead hall, watching Jente showing a young man how to use a staff.
“Training our new troops,” she said.
Engel raised an eyebrow. “Since when do we need new troops? Is there a war going on that I missed?”
“Old Master has requested that I train new troops,” she said, and turned away from him. Engel eyed the golden-haired, ice-eyed youth and freely admitted to himself that the lad was bigger and stronger than anyone Engel had ever seen. Still, Jente’s unthinking acquiescence was disturbing.
“Training our new troops,” she said.
Engel raised an eyebrow. “Since when do we need new troops? Is there a war going on that I missed?”
“Old Master has requested that I train new troops,” she said, and turned away from him. Engel eyed the golden-haired, ice-eyed youth and freely admitted to himself that the lad was bigger and stronger than anyone Engel had ever seen. Still, Jente’s unthinking acquiescence was disturbing.
Monday, March 15, 2010
New Names
Rastaban didn’t know how long he’d hung from the posts of the fortress walls, arms strained beyond feeling, lashed by the icy wind and driving blizzard snows. He just knew that he replayed Old Master’s angry words over and over again while he hung there, cringing at the disappointment in his teacher’s eyes.
The pale-faces of the north accepted his immortality when Kana came to let him loose, and they seemed uncaring of Kana’s easy magic and Rastaban’s easy gift. They called him Engel, and they called Kana Jente, and after a while, Rastaban answered to his new name.
The pale-faces of the north accepted his immortality when Kana came to let him loose, and they seemed uncaring of Kana’s easy magic and Rastaban’s easy gift. They called him Engel, and they called Kana Jente, and after a while, Rastaban answered to his new name.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Cold and Colder
Rastaban had the entirety of the march toward the white kingdoms to ponder what he had done. Kana said nothing. She didn’t bother to eat or drink, and some nights she didn’t even sleep. Kana hollowed out a tree trunk with a small knife and her bare hands; Rastaban hovered awkwardly on the sidelines until his guilty conscience moved him to carve a pair of oars.
“Do you know where we’re going?” Rastaban asked.
Kana pointed toward the sky, toward the north star.
“It’ll be cold,” she said.
Rastaban didn’t think it could get much colder than it already was.
“Do you know where we’re going?” Rastaban asked.
Kana pointed toward the sky, toward the north star.
“It’ll be cold,” she said.
Rastaban didn’t think it could get much colder than it already was.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
His Own Good
Kana stood at the edge of the grave she’d dug - with her bare hands, because sometimes she just needed to feel.
“He was too strong for his own good,” Rastaban said.
“We were supposed to be for his good,” Kana said. She lowered Andrev into the grave, smoothed her thumbs over his eyelids in a last farewell. She buried his spear and his pipes beside him, and then she lifted her voice in a song to the wind, to carry his spirit away to eternal peace.
“You don’t really still believe in that, do you?” Rastaban asked.
Kana turned away.
“He was too strong for his own good,” Rastaban said.
“We were supposed to be for his good,” Kana said. She lowered Andrev into the grave, smoothed her thumbs over his eyelids in a last farewell. She buried his spear and his pipes beside him, and then she lifted her voice in a song to the wind, to carry his spirit away to eternal peace.
“You don’t really still believe in that, do you?” Rastaban asked.
Kana turned away.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Interlude 6
The third wound in his shoulder had half-knit and no longer bled, but it still burned with every motion. He stood on the windy steppes, gazing down at a freshly-dug grave. In the distance, two figures walked. For one moment, his eyes flashed golden-bright, but then they returned to lifeless, dark brown. He closed his eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. The moonlight turned his hair ageless white, and for one moment, he seemed little more than a ghost. Then he opened his eyes - now sea-blue, glowing with trinity-fire, and turned toward the ocean.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Your Kind
The hunters recoiled, spears drawn up to throw.
Kana sank to her knees beside Andrev’s body where it was broken and bruised, scooped it up. Wards shimmered in the air around her, and the first few spears bounced off it. She could feel the next spears chipping away at the invisible barrier, but she knew the people were too afraid to get too close.
“Fine,” a woman spat. “Take him. Your kind isn’t welcome here anyway.”
Kana turned to her, eyes dark and wet. “He was your kind, too. If you’d just loved him, he would have been your kind.”
Kana sank to her knees beside Andrev’s body where it was broken and bruised, scooped it up. Wards shimmered in the air around her, and the first few spears bounced off it. She could feel the next spears chipping away at the invisible barrier, but she knew the people were too afraid to get too close.
“Fine,” a woman spat. “Take him. Your kind isn’t welcome here anyway.”
Kana turned to her, eyes dark and wet. “He was your kind, too. If you’d just loved him, he would have been your kind.”
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
You Will
“Don’t touch him!” she growled.
Behind her, she could sense Rastaban stirring. She didn’t care what he had to say - he’d made enough of a mess as it is.
The woman screamed, and the hunters whipped around, leveled their spears at her.
“She was dead!” one of the said. “We killed her!”
“She’s another demon - burn her too!”
Kana sketched runes in the air with easy hands, clawed open her own palms to use her blood to stain them. “You will not touch me,” she said. “You will give me the boy, and I will give him a proper burial.”
Behind her, she could sense Rastaban stirring. She didn’t care what he had to say - he’d made enough of a mess as it is.
The woman screamed, and the hunters whipped around, leveled their spears at her.
“She was dead!” one of the said. “We killed her!”
“She’s another demon - burn her too!”
Kana sketched runes in the air with easy hands, clawed open her own palms to use her blood to stain them. “You will not touch me,” she said. “You will give me the boy, and I will give him a proper burial.”
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Just to Make Sure
Kana struggled to push herself up, but it was too late. Another hunter, and then another lunged in, driving his spear into Andrev’s body. There was no response, just the sick, slick slide of stone through flesh, the sluggish gurgle of blood.
“It’s dead,” one of the hunters said.
They stood around the corpse, staring. Then a hunter lifted his spear over his head and cheered. “The demon is dead!”
The other hunters joined in the cheer.
And then a woman said, “We should burn its body, just to make sure it doesn’t come back.”
Kana managed to stand up.
“It’s dead,” one of the hunters said.
They stood around the corpse, staring. Then a hunter lifted his spear over his head and cheered. “The demon is dead!”
The other hunters joined in the cheer.
And then a woman said, “We should burn its body, just to make sure it doesn’t come back.”
Kana managed to stand up.
Monday, March 8, 2010
No Response
The sound of tearing flesh and bone made Kana wish her ears were bleeding. Andrev couldn’t even screen. His body jerked once, twice, and then went still. The dog growled, thrashing its head wildly, and then it spat a piece of bloody flesh and bone into the grass. The hunters stared, awed and confused. The dog took a step back, then another, and swayed. It crumpled to the ground, a woman once more.
“He’s dead,” one of the hunters said. “The demon is dead.”
“How can you be sure?” another asked.
A third prodded Andrev with a spear. No response.
“He’s dead,” one of the hunters said. “The demon is dead.”
“How can you be sure?” another asked.
A third prodded Andrev with a spear. No response.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
The Final
The hunters circled Andrev and the woman warily, spears poised to throw once the battle had settled into two static forms.
Kana lay still on the grass, hyperalert, listening. Andrev was going to kill the woman, and he would never receive the answers he needed, about who he was or what he could do, but -
Quick as a snake striking, the woman reared up, shifting into a dog mid-lunge, and she sank her teeth into Andrev’s skull, jaws locked around the final horn. He let out a cry and toppled backward, humanoid once more. The dog shook its head.
Kana lay still on the grass, hyperalert, listening. Andrev was going to kill the woman, and he would never receive the answers he needed, about who he was or what he could do, but -
Quick as a snake striking, the woman reared up, shifting into a dog mid-lunge, and she sank her teeth into Andrev’s skull, jaws locked around the final horn. He let out a cry and toppled backward, humanoid once more. The dog shook its head.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Slowly
She was devious, quick, but he was just as fast, just as strong, and half a dozen blows in he knew. Which way she would move, where she would strike, how fast she could turn. The battle raged in cycles, from ground to air to ground again, claws and beaks, talons and tails, poison and quills.
It ended when he had her pinned to the ground, one paw on her throat, his eyes animal-silver and her eyes wide, human.
Kill her, the voice inside him whispered. Survive.
He leaned down on her throat slowly, watching her struggle to breathe.
It ended when he had her pinned to the ground, one paw on her throat, his eyes animal-silver and her eyes wide, human.
Kill her, the voice inside him whispered. Survive.
He leaned down on her throat slowly, watching her struggle to breathe.
Friday, March 5, 2010
He Smiled
“Andrev, no!” Kana cried.
He didn’t hear her, not really. One moment his body was a slow-burn of agony, the next he was lightning, quicksilver, moving through the air faster than a blink. Then he coalesced into anger and hurt, body lupine-sleek and darkly-furred, and he tasted-heard-felt the satisfying crunch of a human spine in his jaws.
Kir was dead. Andrev turned on the blonde woman, rose onto his hind legs, shifted into a form that was neither man nor wolf, that was all strength and all rage, and he flexed his claws.
He smiled.
He didn’t hear her, not really. One moment his body was a slow-burn of agony, the next he was lightning, quicksilver, moving through the air faster than a blink. Then he coalesced into anger and hurt, body lupine-sleek and darkly-furred, and he tasted-heard-felt the satisfying crunch of a human spine in his jaws.
Kir was dead. Andrev turned on the blonde woman, rose onto his hind legs, shifted into a form that was neither man nor wolf, that was all strength and all rage, and he flexed his claws.
He smiled.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Survive
Survive, a voice inside him whispered.
You are stronger than them all. Survive.
The light was blinding. Andrev was dizzy, confused, - he couldn’t feel. Anything. Not his body, not the grass --
You still have power.
But then he could feel the sluggish sting, the burn of deadly-poison-gold. Kir was cutting him again. His last horn. No. If Kir cut him off, he could die, it would all be over --
He arched his back and roared.
Beneath the roar, he could hear people screaming. He opened his eyes and he was on his feet, and the earth was cracking.
You are stronger than them all. Survive.
The light was blinding. Andrev was dizzy, confused, - he couldn’t feel. Anything. Not his body, not the grass --
You still have power.
But then he could feel the sluggish sting, the burn of deadly-poison-gold. Kir was cutting him again. His last horn. No. If Kir cut him off, he could die, it would all be over --
He arched his back and roared.
Beneath the roar, he could hear people screaming. He opened his eyes and he was on his feet, and the earth was cracking.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
See The Light
Andrev couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew Kir was standing over him, crowing, hoisting another horn high. Three gone. Two to go. Andrev wondered if he would die before Kir reached the last one.
Andrev was cold, but his body couldn’t shiver. Something inside him was splitting apart, fracturing, breaking, like the shaft of a spear dashed over a boulder again and again.
Kir leaned over him again, and he was hissing, snake-like. “This one is for me.” And he drove the golden blade down.
Andrev’s world vanished, and he saw light.
Andrev was cold, but his body couldn’t shiver. Something inside him was splitting apart, fracturing, breaking, like the shaft of a spear dashed over a boulder again and again.
Kir leaned over him again, and he was hissing, snake-like. “This one is for me.” And he drove the golden blade down.
Andrev’s world vanished, and he saw light.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
What Happens When
Kana had to play dead, marshal her strength. Every time she moved, one of the hunters stabbed, disabled her again. If they were distracted by the spectacle - if Kir kept up the torture long enough - she could heal fully, pull herself together. She could save Andrev.
Rastaban was face-down in the grass with a spear in his back. He wouldn’t be moving for a while.
Andrev screamed again, writhed, and the scent of blood in the air thickened. Kir hacked doggedly at his opponent, and lightning lashed the sky.
Kana thought, This is what happens when a god dies.
Rastaban was face-down in the grass with a spear in his back. He wouldn’t be moving for a while.
Andrev screamed again, writhed, and the scent of blood in the air thickened. Kir hacked doggedly at his opponent, and lightning lashed the sky.
Kana thought, This is what happens when a god dies.
Monday, March 1, 2010
For My Father
Andrev couldn’t think for the pain. Kir rose up, the tiny horn clutched in his fist, and turned to the cheering, roaring hordes of hunters who had come to see the monster laid low. Andrev tried to move, to push himself up so he could crawl away, but his body had betrayed him, and he was frozen on the ground. A hollow ache gnawed in his chest, a counterpoint to the raging fire in his skull.
“The creature is laid low,” Kir said. “This is for my father.”
And he knelt to cut off the second one.
Andrev screamed again.
“The creature is laid low,” Kir said. “This is for my father.”
And he knelt to cut off the second one.
Andrev screamed again.
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