The Deep Wild, Part XIII
He followed the line of the chains to the center of the platform and saw that they were attached to the wrists and ankles of a woman.
He followed the line of the chains to the center of the platform and saw that they were attached to the wrists and ankles of a woman.
The look of surprise on the nymph’s face was almost comedic as my other wing raised up, and pushed her.
I followed and watched over them, and her grandchildren, and even her great grandchildren, as they lived, loved, mated and died. How could I be too young?
Oh, my heart, you weren’t supposed to save me. You were supposed to save yourself.
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?”
“Oh, my sweet boy. You are going to do wondrous things. You need a strong name to help you through your life.”