It was the knocking upon my office door that brought me to my senses where nothing else could. It was another odd reminder how everything had become reversed within my life. Now I killed where I once would have protected, fought where I once would have talked, balked at proffered kindness and embraced pain and loneliness. I had been seated in the ( Read more... )

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I turned just in time to see the baseball bat grow to encompass my entire vision. It connected with a loud crunch and I felt the bridge of my nose and my eye-sockets crumble. I lost my balance on the edge of the roof and fell two stories to the ground, landing in a tumble of limbs and suffering more shattered bones. The Beast roared up within me as ( Read more... )

The last brush stroke sealed a betrayal drawn out in blood. The angel of many faces stood starkly at the heels of the perpetrators, chastening them with a sword of flame and driving them away from that which they had refused. Our Garden was safe, and the Knowledge growing within it was protected from those who had proven themselves unworthy. We ( Read more... )

I reflected that I couldn’t really say what I missed the most. Daylight, certainly. Asian cuisine. Being alone in my head. Lots of things. And though it might not be the top of the list, high up there was dreaming. I missed my dreams. Or I had until I had my first experience with torpor. The day-sleep was dreamless (or at the least I never ( Read more... )

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I, Sie Avery, Esquire, being of sound mind and body, do hereby declare this my last will and testament. My wishes are simple, I leave all of my properties, allies, and possessions as well as the contents of this will to Chandra Blacktail. Should Chandra be unavailable at the time to take up my properties, I direct that all my possessions be ( Read more... )

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That time of year had rolled around again, almost beyond my notice. The 22nd of September, the day that the table broke… and a brotherhood turned upon itself. I sat on the front pew and watched the candlelight flicker off the bronze and mahogany of the twelve urns set upon the altar. The twelve urns contained the remains of twelve good friends, the ( Read more... )

We don't remember much about our parents. Just smells, sensations, colors... the warm smell of a mother’s love writ in fruit, a mixture of the soft texture of a child’s grip on his father and the acrid scent of his father’s presence, the rosy glow of the afternoon sky’s gaze on the garden wrapping our mother. We do remember that we were… *I was* ( Read more... )