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Edge of Thorns 2- Pt 28Part 28
No, I don't want to go, but...
"Sure," Nathan said with as much confidence as he could muster. "Sounds like fun. How far is it?"
Alton explained the directions as they began walking down the sidewalk. Apparently, the club he had in mind was only five minutes on foot from the restaurant, so there was no need for them to get Enya's car. Nathan was glad for the extra time as he tried to build up his courage. It was just a club. There was nothing to be nervous about, right? There'd be music, and dancing, and drinking, and just general merriment. Maybe there'd even be karaoke or a place to shoot pool. It was going to be great, he told himself. He was going to have fun.
The five minutes passed and they stood in front of what looked like the entrance to someone's cellar, the only giveaway that it was something more the loud music droning through the door and the neon sign above it: The Dungeon. Gloria squealed again, grabbing Alton's hand and dragging him forward. "I've
Edge of Thorns 2- Pt 27Part 27
I have to protect Gloria from my mistake, whatever the cost.
Nathan held his hands up defensively, as if that might stop him from trying again. "Now just wait a minute," he said, trying to quell the shake in his voice. "She didn't do anything wrong. This was my mistake. There's got to be some way I can fix it."
Gabriel drew a deep breath and closed his eyes again, lifting his hand to brush the dark section of his hair out of his face. "If you try to kill yourself again to protect another person..."
"I was hoping for something that wouldn't involve jamming another shard of glass in my neck."
The angel let out the sigh, shifting to his more human appearance as he crossed his arms and looked at Nathan again. "I'm afraid there's nothing I know of that you can do. Typically, sparing a life requires a willing sacrifice, such as the one you made for Avery. Since I have to keep you alive, I was still forced to take another, but the effect was t
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"So this is your true form, Avarice. I will make swift work of your destruction!"
The angel leapt back as the viscous creature lurched towards him, smashing its webbed hand into the spot where he once stood, the limb splattering into a glob of black bile. Furious, the monstrous frog gave a bellowing croak that echoed in the cavernous chamber while its hand began to reform. The stone it had touched was already solid gold. "I'll make a statue of you yet!" it snarled.
He ignored its taunt and dodged another swipe, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword while the flames burned brighter around the blade. His opportunity would come when the ooze had to reform again. At that moment, the angel rushed forward, swinging his sword with the confidence of a seasoned warrior, but the grace of a professional dancer. The weapon sliced through Avarice's bulbous side with a loud sizzle as the fire licked up and seared the wound. The beast croake
Edge of Thorns 2- Pt 25Part 25
I need to be there, in case she is a Sin and this is part of my test. As hard as it might be...
"No, it's fine. It's fine," Nathan said hurriedly, pacing for a moment before heading into his room. "When and where? And, um, I don't have a car at the moment..."
"S'ok, I'll get your address from Alton and pick you up. He wants to go to this place called Jupiter's that's a stone's throw away from his shop. Never been, but I hear it's semi-formal, so, um, dress nice?" Enya was rambling, apparently as nervous as he was. "Anyway, I'll be there in about ten. Does that work for you?"
"Yeah, sure. Sure. Later." After he hung up, he took a deep breath. Not Marni, he reminded himself. This is just for show. Nothing more.
Jupiter's was a bit further than a stone's throw away, but easily within walking distance of the bookstore. Enya had arrived to pick up Nathan almost precisely ten minutes after their call ended, and had Gloria in the car with her. Wherea
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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