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Liquid Metal Chapter 3Chapter 3
Jill tried very hard not to slam the door as she entered the bedroom where she'd been told to go. She did, after all, have a lot of strength in her body now and it wouldn't do any good to break the door off its hinges. She snapped it firmly shut, but no one could accuse her of slamming it.
Her aggravation faded when she noticed the blue-haired girl she'd met in the hallway earlier in the day standing beside one of the beds in the room. "Oh," Jill exclaimed, startled. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were in here."
Brooke looked up. She recognized her as well. 'It's fine," she said. 'you should see what happens when i lose my temper." she sat down on her bed and set the suitcase on it.
"Um, yeah I think I get the picture," Jill replied. She quietly walked over to the other bed, sitting down on the end of it and claiming it as her own. "I am so glad it's nighttime already," she said in spite of herself. "I had a lousy day. How was your day?" Neither of them had seen each other sinc
Black and Green Chapter 44
Spades Slick didn't return to his apartment for quite some time, leaving Snowman to wonder if he'd gone off and done something foolish in a fit of rage. That would be so much like him too, what with that volcanic temper of his and his extremely reckless behavior. It was likely he'd stormed to the Felt's mansion and decided to fight Lord English.
Snowman sure hoped not then asked herself why she'd allowed herself to hope such a thing. If he did something dumb it would be his own... no it wouldn't be his fault, it would be hers. Her's for telling him about the incident, for coming there in the first place. Much as she hated him she didn't want him to die that way.
Why would he kill Lord English for doing what he did anyway? She'd been expecting him to tell her she deserved it with a mocking sneer on his face. Not mocking her was so unexpected she'd been surprised. His reaction made her feel strange.
Maybe he actually cared about what happened to her, though she couldn't figure out why.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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