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From the shadows behind her peripheral vision, the interrogator nodded minutely to Devony, though she did not move immediately. She waited. Long seconds drew out in silence as the traitorous woman hung on the rack, vision blurred beyond recognition by the red-rimmed pain of having the duct tape ripped from her eyes ( Read more... )

I hear your voice on the wind

THE FOREST WAS DARK.

And I hear you call out my nameFar darker than the desert wilderness, with its open spaces and endless horizons. Here the trees crowded close together, standing shoulder to shoulder as if holding their secrets close. The road they followed lead ever deeper into the woods, into the dark arms of ( Read more... )

Devony travelled with Pretanama, crossing the ocean back to America. Cash was with them, in tow. She'd called him forth from the Catacombs - there was a 50/50 chance he would be reasonable. He chose the 50% that ended with a stake in his chest. Now, as she stood looking down over his body, her mind roamed.

Fare well to old Ireland, good bye to ( Read more... )

The nights were passing one by one, and though she suspected she was holding out better than many of the others, she could feel the thirst rising. Not physically, yet but rather the direction of her thoughts was the inidcator. The blood that they had risen on had been potent and she was beginning to imagine the thick feel of it on her lips. ( Read more... )

"I would feed you grapes." he said.

She laughed, "Are you trying to appeal to my Roman side?"

"How could I?" he protested. "I didn't even know you had one!"

Her expression softened into a friendly smile, "I used to be able to eat. I don't know if I can anymore."

* * * * *Compared to the searing heat of this desert, the small oasis felt ( Read more... )

...If it takes all night, that'll be alright...Her writing was miniscule in order to preserve as much of the limited paper in the dayplanner as possible, but she found that she wasn't as focused on deciphering as she should be anyway ( Read more... )

Chaos was everywhere yet she moved in the eye of the storm. There was her great-grandchilde. Devony floated over to him and into his arms. Resting her head on his chest she cried and cried.

He put his hand on her hair, "Devony what's wrong?" She could only shake her head.

White light illuminated the room painlessly and faded into a soft glow ( Read more... )

"Good evening. I hope I'm not calling at an inopportune moment."

"Not particularly."

"I trust this is a reasonably secure line?"

"Far as I know. It's not Secret Service or anything."

"You recently requested that I teach you about the Movement. What about that topic interests you, and what convinces you that I would be a sutiable instructor?" ( Read more... )

Carefully he withdrew the small bundle from his pocket, unfolding the four corners of the kercheif reverently. There in his palm lay four, metallic toy soldiers worn smooth with age ( Read more... )