Ben - The Knife Of Never Letting Go - Oneofthebarways
It was peaceful out by the lake. No shouting men, no blaring music, none of that ugly Noise what billows twixt red and angry black.
Operative word: 'was'.
Now Ben's own Noise is filling in nicely for that last one: for want of any right vocabary to talk about it in, it's a lot of shouting voices in the air around him as he runs the long run back to the Bar door. Catch him there or hurrying thru it: either place, you'll hear it got eaten IT GOT EATEN over and over, right up on top of the Noise so's it's almost covering up the dead man and the rite of and the thought there was rules here.
Operative word: 'was'.
Now Ben's own Noise is filling in nicely for that last one: for want of any right vocabary to talk about it in, it's a lot of shouting voices in the air around him as he runs the long run back to the Bar door. Catch him there or hurrying thru it: either place, you'll hear it got eaten IT GOT EATEN over and over, right up on top of the Noise so's it's almost covering up the dead man and the rite of and the thought there was rules here.