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There were times when even she did not know where, or how, to begin. Much of life, of living, had always been a mystery to Rachel Grey. No matter how old she became, or how many of her own mirrored lives she observed, she could be confused ( Read more... ) -
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Creation and Destruction. Those two elements of her nature could no more be separated than Night and Day could escape each other. There had to be balance for Life to have meaning. Predators for every kind. Failures for every success.
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It would have been easier by far to set the world to rights if she could simply have woven the memories of said world into existence. That wasn't possible this time. What the planet remembered was for a hotter sun. Everything had been adapted to heat ( Read more... ) -
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Once, long ago, the feeling of losing her flesh would have frightened her. Her body had been all that was her own, though it often danced at the command of others. That was a history so far past that even she dismissed the details ( Read more... ) -
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She stepped through the door and the rage hit her like a blow. Before she could even set a single, bare foot into the ashes of the world, it screamed at her. The wind whipped and tore across endless, ravaged miles and left the flat taste of death in her mouth as she gasped and recoiled. Rachel could understand the hatred. After all, she'd convinced ( Read more... ) -
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In the Woods: Scents of change and flame
"Hello, director, I take it you've been expecting me."
"Yes, of course. If you'll follow me Ms...?"
"Whittaker. Janet Whittaker. You understand that I am here to analyze your project and it's overall effectiveness?"
"I'm certain that the Hound Project will not disappoint."
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A Mother's Hands: Empty Nests
The wind blew warm and dust laden through the streets that could no longer be called ruins. It teased between legs and limbs and tails. It chuckled through hair and teased such into gnarled messes as dawn rose bloody and clear. The wind came...
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A Mother's Hands: Trusting Minds
"Stop" Nothing more than that single word, spoken over crumbled stone walls and a no longer empty garden. She knew they'd been sent, she'd asked for them to be...but some things could never, should never be forced ( Read more... ) -
In the Woods: Gears of War
"In summation, the Sentinel program is a far more efficient gathering means and a protection that humanity cannot do without. They are reliable, dependable, and utterly under our control."
"Are you inferring that the Hound project is not? Hounds do not need repair, they live or they die, they are infinitely replaceable. Their food costs less than ( Read more... )