ConcussionConcussionChapter 1 My head throbs as my world comes back into color and distinct objects. With a pounding headache and weak movements I slowly push myself up into a sitting position and place my hands on my blanket covered knees. My breath weakly slips from my parted jaws; my once compressed sensation in my chest seems to lift away and inflate again with life. It was dead. The air was filled with a gut wrenching scent; whatever was producing the putrid odor was surly no longer living. The world was uncomfortably silent; no vehicles we vrooming, no people were talking. There was just nothing. I finally look around and take in my terrai
THE ENDLESS WINTER FORESTTHE ENDLESS WINTER FORESTEerie pinesTower stories above my small frameContinuous red and white oaksStretch further than the eye can seeI walk aimlessly in hope to leave this desolate placeNo compass, or map exist in this terrainGhost-like birches spindleInto any area they can claim as their ownTears start to slip from my eyes And down my wind burnt cherry colored cheeksAs I walk the first snowflake dances down upon meMuch more follow her lead and twirl to the ground around my feetAccumulating together they form a blanket of white My breath throbs out of my frost bearing throat before me in a small cloud of iceWinds from the no
TC: Mortal Bonds ch 14Chapter 14: Prisoners In The Ruins Dijana had gone to rejoin the generals after escorting Nyrris to the chamber, and was only mildy surprised to arrive in the lower court and find all four generals in the presence of the snake cultists. The cobras were cold, stubborn, pragmatic, aloof, and utterly self-absorbed, and thus rarely left their hideaways in the black pyramid to converse with anyone less than Mumm-Ra. The fact they were there at all set her nerves on edge and the fur rising on her hackles. A quick glance explained some of it, though; Nagendra, the high priest among the snakes, was brandishing something at General Grune and prac
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