Yanick DcCullen, inmate 3249 of the Minerva Penitentiary, could never re- sist taking advantage of a business opportunity. So when he learned he could get his claws on some choice pharmaceutical items, he decided to take action.
In pursuit of this profitable venture, Yanick had managed to convince a fellow inmate, Buddash Kyo, to sign up with him for a repair and mainte- nance detail in the prison tunnels the day after tomorrow.
The sun shone, warm and red on her eyelids. She couldn’t open them and didn’t want to. She stayed curled up, cocooned in the heavy blankets. The smell of dust and old wood filtered through as her senses switched on, one by one.
"I could have you executed for this, Moreva Tehi," Astoreth said. My Devi grandmother, the Goddess of Love, scowled at me from Her golden throne in the massive Great Hall of Her equally massive Temple. Sitting on my heels, I bowed my head and stared at the black and gold polished floor, trying to ignore the trickle of sweat snaking its way down my spine.
When Lorena was twelve years old, she witnessed her parents getting murdered by a group of men wearing long and dark hooded cloaks. Shortly before the four men violently broke into the log cabin located in the secluded woods of a small land called Vathog, Lorena's beautiful mother took off the necklace she always wore and put the long silver chain around her daughter's neck. "Keep this safe," Marguerite whispered before urging Lorena to go hide inside their secret room.
Il mio nome è Aggart, ma gli amici mi chiamano Agi. Mio padre era Rupert, detto “Maglio d’Acciaio” ed era uno dei migliori Maestri Armaioli del Regno del Nord, ma lui diceva sempre di essere solo un bravo fabbro ed era bravo davvero, mio padre. – Vedi figliolo – mi diceva, quando non ero più alto del sorbo che mia madre aveva piantato dietro casa alla mia nascita, – se sei sempre cosciente di quello che sei e soprattutto di quello che non sei, nessun vanto potrà alimentare in te arroganza e superbia così come nessuna malignità potrà ferire il tuo animo.
This is it. Heart thumping hard, Eylee’ai slipped over the rail of the ship, flowing into the shadows like a piece of liquid darkness. She kept her skin black as the night and body supple but shifted her hands into long talons, hard enough to rip out a man’s heart.
Or a prince’s.
Bodies pressed in on me on all sides. More were piled up beneath my feet. The grass, gorged with assorted fluids and trampled remains, squished under my boots as I carved open my opponent's chest, pushed him aside, and moved onto the next.
Reality is an illusion we create to convince ourselves nothing will ever change. I have learned change happens regardless of the reality we create. Sometimes it’s so subtle we don’t notice it, but other times it’s so dramatic it alters our lives in a very profound way.
"I do not ask for you to accept my dream as truth. You asked what came to me as I slept, and now I have told you of it. Knowing the future does not make you wise, Hacom, it only gives you a glimpse of what may come to pass. What you do with that knowledge is what shows the worth of a man."
Three royal carriages belonging to the Kingdom of Aspella traveled along the narrow dirt road which bordered the ancient, legendary Wald forês séduc.
King Stefanos Ghéyntyn traveled in the first carriage with his wife and children while his brother, Cletus, traveled in the second. The third carriage held King Stefanos' Minister of Affairs and Chief Counselor, Malchiack Cranach, and a few servants.
I float between the land of dreams and the world of the real. Warm, loved, at peace and my heart beats with the rhythm of my breathing. Slowly, I am pulled into the world of the real – the fresh smell of rain on grass, the tinkling of wind chimes, the warmth of sunlight on my face.
If you see a crystal skull at a garage sale and you think to yourself, “Gee, this’ll make a nifty paperweight,” so you buy it for ten bucks and take it home and find yourself gazing into its eye sockets for hours at a time for no good reason, don’t be surprised if strange things begin to happen, especially on the night of the full moon. It’s quite possible your mind will be sucked out of your own bony skull and enter the crystal one, where it will be flung across the astral plane, piercing the mystic veil enshrouding the ancient past and plunging you into the fabled kingdom of Atlantis. That’s exactly what happened to me not long ago – except I think I ended up in ALT-lantis, since it was a little bit different than the one Plato and Cayce talked about.
Alexasia followed the rope into the black, frigid water. Her sisters had already gone ahead of her and were waiting in their new home. Thirty seconds, maybe a little more and she would be through the fracture and free from this place.