The Deep Wild, Part XII
Oh, my heart, you weren’t supposed to save me. You were supposed to save yourself.
Oh, my heart, you weren’t supposed to save me. You were supposed to save yourself.
Just put a little into whatever it is Melinoë is drinking and voila! Let the fun begin.
I mean, you’re cute, I suppose but I thought the God of War was supposed to be big and brawny and I don’t know, scary.
When Ky’Elli sees the door close on her food, she lets out another high shrill protest, somewhere between a pissed off cat, a large bird of prey and a banshee.
“Let me sup on her sacrifice, then give to me the eyes of the hunter Orion.”
Blood streaked across her pale arms, dripping into the hungry mouths of a tightly packed hill of snakes
As the days grow shorter and the nights longer, we creep closer to Samhain and the veil between worlds grows ever slimmer. That means many of those in Hades’ care will be visiting soon.
Ares beating up each and every one of Hephaestus’ tormentors. Protecting his brother the only way he knows how.
Rehor and Vadik. How I wish I had been stronger that day. I would tear you to shreds for this.
Her eyes are clear, but they are wide, afraid, and vacant. She still growls. Her empty eyes roll and fall on me.
And for the first time in millennia, I know fear. Fear of my own needs and desires and what that means.
I looked at the ceiling above the bar and I saw them: nightgoyles. “WHAT the Hades are they doing here?”
You can give them an idea, inspire them to gaze at the stars – but it’s a thousand steps later that a foot lands on the moon.
“Oh, my sweet boy. You are going to do wondrous things. You need a strong name to help you through your life.”
The door slams shut behind me and a gun’s hammer cocks, the feeling of cold steel sitting at the back of my skull.