His door was at the end of a long brightly lit hallway by the front of the house. She vaguely remembered the specifications from the first set of architectural meetings and couldn't help but wonder how many Dr. Evil style traps she was walking over. Laurel stood outside the plain white door for a long moment. She really didn't want to knock on ( Read more... )

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"A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown."

~ W.B. Yeats

The words of the driver soothed Vivian; she chose him for his accent. Out of the babble of bastardized Arabic the filled the airport, it was the young man's voice that convinced her she was home. Some things were timeless, but language did not seem to be one of them. The invaders had left their stamp not only on the glory of the cities, but also ( Read more... )

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Setting sun:
Skyline is backlit -
Smog burns red.

Peace and Promises: A Whore or a King. Your choice is unfair.

"Hello Vivian. You look like hell."

Failure is something that stands between a slave and the master - not any outside judgement.

I've always thought we've gotten along well due to our desire for reasonable and easily obtainable goals.

No words of wisdom on the trainwreck you are ( Read more... )

The first thing he became aware of was his aching head. The dull pounding on his temples informed him in no uncertain terms that he was awake. Mardrik stretched slowly. The aches from the withdrawals always tightened his muscles while he slept. That wasn't what caused him to freeze in startlement. He wasn't at home - the bed in his small flat ( Read more... )

The line between man and monster is small.
Mardrik stood outside of her door. His eyes wandered over her door frame as he considered the implications of where his fear had driven him. Reaching under his shirt, the tall man pulled out two keys attached to a simple, but very odd, twisted ring. The door opened without resistance as he unlocked it ( Read more... )

( A diary entry: silver for souls. )