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Angel Hunters 7Akiria didn't know what was worse: the renegade angels attacking her hometown, or herself; lying here on the ground, half the bones in her body broken, her eyes rapidly shifting in and out of focus, and the inability to think straight. She was lying on her face. On her cheek, actually. It hurt. Everything hurt. She couldn't feel her right arm, and her left . . . she didn't want to know. She couldn't see it. She could feel it. Pain got in the way of magic. Akiria wasn't usually able to use it even with something as harmless as a paper cut. She had to wait until the stinging subsided to heal herself.
It was growing dark, but she smelled the smoke. Heard the screams. The blades. She wasn't too far from Dakonia as it was being destroyed. She didn't want to watch. Even if she did, she couldn't. Whose side was God on, anyway? God saved the righteous, not the wrongdoers. She was in the right. Nobody had the right to kill innocent people. And these angelsdark angels now, surelyhad
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Angel Hunters side story 1Angel Hunters
Side Story 1
Boriol's boat rose and fell gently with the waves on the small lake. With fishing pole in hand and line cast, he didn't expect to catch anything. He hadn't seen more than two fish here in years. Surrounded by thin trees and grass, this lifeless lake was the only place in the woods where there was direct sunlight. For that matter, it was the only place with an opening in the endless sea of trees. It was beautiful, though, and Boriol appreciated it.
Akiria often came here to pick apples. Somewhere northwest of the lake, she was up in a tree, probably eating half the apples she picked. He had promised to make her and Illyana a pie. He guessed that the angel wouldn't be very hungry, though. He didn't consider her a glutton, but she definitely ate her fill. She wasn't fat, either.
"Angels don't get fat," she'd said at some point. Boriol believed it. Akiria never lied.
Something tore the pole from Boriol's grip. He made a lunge for it, but the boat tipped dangerous
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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