You gave him a sword?
“Why would you give him a sword? It’s like giving a sheep an overcoat. It’s not going to be of any use. Even he knows that.” “He felt better having… Read more You gave him a sword? →
That scar is one of my ugliest . . .
I don’t remember much about the wounding, other than I was very young, and it was a dagger. When I cried out, mother held my chin in her hand, squeezing… Read more That scar is one of my ugliest . . . →
I saw it on her face in those last moments . . .
She was afraid. Even though her own death was a sure thing, unalterable, she was afraid. For who? #1lineWed Topic: “Fear” From: WIP
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I am really not happy that I can’t put my sword into my carry on. #2019
I don’t remember much about the wounding . . .
. . . other than being very young. When mother finally peeled the bandage off, she turned my wrist this way and that, clucking her tongue. “Now that’s a proper… Read more I don’t remember much about the wounding . . . →
I open my eyes, giving up on sleep . . .
“Silent as the grave” doesn’t seem to apply to Brin. You’d think a ghost as old as him would be tired of his own voice by now. #1linewed Topic: “Noise”… Read more I open my eyes, giving up on sleep . . . →
“They want to learn his secret . . .”
“He had a secret?” “He did.” Her eyes showed her sorrow. “And it is a very hard thing to know.” #2bitTues Topic: “Hidden”
“You stood up for me . . .”
I stare at him in amazement. “I thought you hated my guts.” “Really? Your guts are the thing I like most about you.” #1linewed #WIP
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