But for now I must sleep (stupid classes


The Last Scion: Chapter 2Nik, son of Michol of Dar ducked behind a merchant’s stall as the raven-haired woman spun around again. He had started following her and her small, blonde companion since they had entered the city two hours ago. The tall one was good. She kept turning around whenever he got close to them. But if she was so good, then why was he still following them? The marketplace was crammed with people that day, if it was money he was after there were plenty of easier targets. So why go after these two? Nik didn’t know.The Last Scion: Chapter 2
Best to leave the questions to the scholars and the dreamers, he concluded, peering around the corner of a building.


The Last Scion - Chapter 1“Pathetic, useless girl!” Ariana hissed at the sleeping form before her. The now sleeping girl had been following her around for two days now and had become a great source of annoyance for Ariana. Seething, she paced, twirling a dagger between her fingers and tried to decide. Unfortunately, she could hear her father’s voice inside her head. You cannot kill her, Ariana, he scolded her. You saved her life and now you are responsible for it. “But why should I be responsible for it?” Ariana said to the forest around her. No answer; either the trees were not listening or they didnThe Last Scion - Chapter 1


The Last Scion - ProlougeA young woman strides confidently down a dirt road, leading a horse. A slight breeze ripples her long, raven hair; she smiles and turns her face toward the sun. Everything is perfect, the leather-smith fixed her bracers, and her journey is almost over.The Last Scion - Prolouge
She’s coming home. As she gets closer she immediately knows something is wrong. The other men should be helping her father out in the fields, but she hears no laughing. No lighthearted teasing. And her mother should be in the kitchen with the other women, but she can hear no singing. No talking. &nbs
Moon

CamaroAs all good stories start, this one begins with a dead man.Camaro
The dead man in question is the lover of my wife. Well, was. It's going to take me some time to get used to that. I worked with him at our garage for 18 years, banging away at the shit rednecks bring into a garage. Little did I know, he was banging away at my Patricia. Yeah, I call her by her first name. But she demands it. You see, the only thing that sets her apart from the worthless trailer park trash we all are is an attitude that would make Jesus pull the spikes from his wrists or wherever, hop off the cross, and take out the trash. My Patricia.
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The light came forth when things were bleak
To pierce the absolute darkness and become the wings
The mirror reflected the miraculous night
That began when the mask covering my soul was removed
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The light came forth when things were bleak
To pierce the absolute darkness and become the wings
The mirror reflected the miraculous night
That began when the mask covering my soul was removed
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Anger is easy, anger at the right person, at the right time, for the right reason, that's hard.
-Aristotle
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Here take this knife.
Cut out your heart.
Now place your heart into my hand.
*Stabs the heart a million times*
There now. Better?
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~Ariana
It is much appreciated!
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Here take this knife.
Cut out your heart.
Now place your heart into my hand.
*Stabs the heart a million times*
There now. Better?
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