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RetributionAt last Drake Godfrey stood before me on the deckinfamous, conniving, massively wealthy monarch that he wasand I would have ripped the jewel-studded cane from his bony fingers and flogged him with it had I not been raised to know self-control. I had waited years to gaze upon the grand ruler of the Aeria, the man who had sent spies to my lands in the north, whose armies had ambushed my followers on their descent to the continent, who had orchestrated this fraud of an alliance with the Merian Kingdom. And here he was: a pathetic, pale, scrawny young man with a crippled leg and more golden chains on his person than I could count. Her
Trappings of Time, Mini-intro
Who was there to complain about an eruption or two from that stout thatch shack? It lay so deep in the woods, barely able to stand against the massive oak tree it was built upon, that nobody even knew of its existence. That was why he had retreated to it. He knew nobody was about, and nobody had been about since hed stepped into the woods one fateful evening.
What year would it have been now? Four hundred and sixteen? Or was it four hundred and twenty...? He could never remember. He had been keeping count by marking the trunk of the oak, but a snapped tree limb had long since collapsed the section of roof directly above i
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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