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Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 6Part 6
She really shouldn't be sleeping out here on the steps, and I wonder why she is...
He watched her for a moment, looking to see if any of the apartments nearby had their doors ajar, or any other indication that she wasn't out here alone, but it didn't take long for him to realize they were the only ones there. Nathan looked at the child again. She seemed so peaceful, but he felt bad just leaving her there alone. Gently, he touched her shoulder and gave it a light shake.
The girl drew a deep breath and brushed his hand away, but otherwise didn't stir. Nathan sighed. Maybe he should just leave her alone. He was about to stand and go on his way when she moved again, this time stretching her arms and rubbing her face. Nathan backed up still to give her space, and when the child opened her eyes and looked over at him, he smiled. "Hey..."
But the little girl didn't give him a chance to ask any questions, her green eyes widening as she scrambled to her feet. She rushed the
Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 5Part 5
I have a feeling the atmosphere won't improve much, and... well... I just don't feel like being around anyone anymore...
Another bite of food. The awkward silence the conversation had created remained, and no one seemed willing to bring up another subject. Nathan continued to eat. He knew he'd regret it if he didn't at least finish his lunch, but the longer he lingered, the worse he felt. Micah was mad. At him. And rightfully so, he thought to himself. If it weren't for Nathan, weren't for his test, Alton would be fine right now.
At last finishing his sandwich, Nathan walked over to Gabriel -- who had returned to the kitchen to set down the tray -- and handed him his empty plate. "I think I'm going to head back to the apartment," he told him quietly, staring at his shoulder to avoid meeting his gaze. "I'm not feeling well."
Gabriel frowned and touched his shoulder with concern, his brows knotting when the writer shrugged him off. "Are you sure? I was just ab
Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 4Part 4
They don't need to know how guilty I feel, and I don't need to risk lying in front of Alton. But... I do wonder...
Nathan stared, remaining quiet for a while more before he answered the angel's question with one of his own. "Why?" He looked at his wings again. "I mean, I know the Sins want something from you, but..." He shook his head, lifting his eyes to meet Alton's gaze. "Why?"
Alton sighed, his wings fading in another wisp of smoke as he turned to face them all. "An attempt at coercion, I assume," he explained, unhooking his glasses from his shirt and returning them to his face. "It is the one way to really hurt me. As both history and mythology have shown, I've been through quite a lot of torturous situations. Being immortal has its advantage in that I can survive most anything, including any tormentors I might have. When it comes to the seven sisters, I've been dealing with them for over fourteen hundred years. This isn't the first time they've tried to rise
Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 3Part 3
No matter what I say, someone won't like it. Better to side with the majority.
The writer bit on his lip, wondering if it wouldn't be wise to remain standing so close to him. "I don't; I can't," he said, making sure to look at Alton when he did, so he could see that he was just as concerned as the others. "I haven't seen them since that day either, and Gabriel said he couldn't heal them. How can I say that they're healed, Alton, when I don't believe you either?"
Alton's smile faded again, and for a brief instant, his eyes shone red. But the moment of anger quickly dissipated into a sigh, and he turned away from all of them, wrapping his arms around himself and facing the wall. "I don't want to show them," he said with a glance over his shoulder. "When there's nothing that can be done to make them heal any faster, why bother?"
"Because we're worried about you, that's why." Enya uncrossed her arms and set her elbows on her knees, leaning against her hands. "What's th
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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