Titans Rising – Thanatos and the Scythe
“Ohhh, well excuse me for dying! I mean, look at those two assholes in robes over there. What is that…a prison?”
Thanatos
Thanatos and the House at the End of the World, Part III
She wore a triumphant sneer on her face and in her hand, her silver bow and arrow were aimed at me.
Thanatos and the House at the End of the World, Part II
“You give that back! That doesn’t belong to you! It’s not yours! It belongs to her! My Huntress, not you!”
Silent Night
“You are your mother’s ‘Little Victory’. Live and be loved. I shall be watching over you.”
SBF – Thanatos and the King of Corinth
I hung there struggling, screaming myself hoarse, praying one of the gods hear me. Praying that this was not the cycle of my existence.
Thanatos and the House at the End of the World, Part I
“Hello, dear one, my name is Thanatos, the God of Death. I am here to help and there is no reason to be afraid,” I say.
The Night’s Homecoming: Thanatos and the Bonfire
I couldn’t stop giggling, then I heard the voices coming from the wood. I began to stagger in that direction.
Paying Respects to an Old Friend
“You could have been killed just as easily as I that day. I’ve had many men risk their lives for me, but I’ve never had anyone do what you did.”
Thanatos and the Temple
The look of surprise on the nymph’s face was almost comedic as my other wing raised up, and pushed her.
Thanatos and Deal with the Devil
“Let me sup on her sacrifice, then give to me the eyes of the hunter Orion.”
Thanatos and Something Dark This Way Comes
Her eyes are clear, but they are wide, afraid, and vacant. She still growls. Her empty eyes roll and fall on me.
Thanatos and the Dead Man, Part IV
“You now belong to the dead. You now belong to the damned. You now belong to Mr. Hades.”
Thanatos and the Dead Man, Part III
“Evil,” he croaked. “One should not throw stones, or call the kettle black, John.”
Thanatos and the Dead Man, Part II
This is the merry chase: it is the part where the human soul is denial.
Thanatos and the Dead Man, Part I
As I held it in my hands, it sang to me. It was the song of the cosmos, of creation, of life, of death, of the yes and the no.