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Edge of Thorns 4 - Pt 3Part 3
I need to at least be honest about Gula, and maybe I should tell them I know about Alton too. But since they're worried about how I'll handle things, I think I'll play ignorant otherwise.
Nathan took a deep breath and nodded. "At least, I think I do," he said first. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think she's one of the Seven Deadly Sins, specifically Gluttony."
Enya snorted and laughed, shaking her head, though her brother smiled and nodded.
"Don't know how you figured that one out, but you're on the nose. We'd only gotten so far as figuring out she was the manifestation of a Sin."
"He knows Latin, doofus," his twin reminded him with a nudge. "I bet her name gives it away."
Nathan couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "Well, it is the Latin word for appetite."
"We should have thought to look that up," Scott mumbled, starting to laugh too. "Anyway, we haven't quite finished assessing her threat level yet, but that does help with our notes."
It was Enya's turn t
Edge of Thorns 4 - Pt 1Part 1
New day. Clean slate. Time to get this game rolling.
Nathan couldn't stand to be idle, and the forced vacation left him with way more free time on his hands than he would have liked. Not that he didn't agree wholeheartedly with his manager's decision; in this reset, he was recovering from a pretty bad head injury. But Nathan knew better. A week of his week and a half hiatus had passed, and in that time he'd gotten reoriented.
He was a reporter and editor at The Citizen, working in a group under Scott, who was his supervisor. He was primarily responsible for editing others' articles, but occasionally got assignments of his own, which Scott would edit. Most of his time was spent at a desk writing, which was fine with him. Scott had also warned him that his actual reporting might be a little more limited when he got back, not by any fault of his own, but because everyone was a lot more cautious since the Black Friday incident. It was very unusual, and it had the whole
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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