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Feb 2020

Good people rarely believe they are doing wrong and so long as they can maintain that delusion, they can commit acts against their ethical code.

No, the only things holding me together right now are a mess of amulets and the magic streaming through a fissure about ten miles to the north.

"It was more like a cold, silent beauty, one that could clearly become frightening very quickly, should those eyebrows frown and those eyes turn cold."

"Leo's knees hit the ground in slow-motion as he doubles over himself. His 'oof' echoes throughout the wasteland."

“This…” Yusof wagged a finger. “…is why you need to uninstall that game right now. Whoever this Kristian is, he’s not real. That whole world is not real.”

The darkness of the moonless night suited Diana just right as her tall athletic frame moved with fluid grace, her long dark cloak cascading behind her.

From a Work-in-Progress.

The boy jerks away from his touch but Dewi grabs ahold of him and pulls him up towards the surface, struggling the whole time.

The woman chuckled, her seemingly feral steed chortling as well, "However, I still have my sniper out there. Where do you think she is aiming at?"

The man’s skeleton hung from the ceiling, a single steel collar around his neck and manacles around his wrists. The man had been large in life, and in death, he was no different.

In the afternoon

Three out of four

Of my children

Come back home for lunch.

"The crowd shouted at her, calling her a whore and sinner, pleading with her to join them."
What an interesting combination.