08.26.10
The girl on the makeshift operating table stares up at me, pleading, her eyes bulging partly through fear and partly because she is trying to scream through a mouthful of gauze. The muffled sound that escapes her is not even loud enough to be heard over the other voices. After I kill her, her voice will join them and I will hear her loud and clear, along with all the others.
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08.19.10
“Now then, chaps.”
“Matt!”
“Well, if it ain’t the Lord of the Winds!”
“Not seen you since you got together with that bird. Was beginning to think you were dead. Or, worse, under the thumb.”
“Give him a break lads, he’s probably just been spending the last few weeks in bed.”
Matt winked at us, tapped the side of his nose, cocked one hip towards us and let out a loud fart. The underage drinkers at the next table stifled giggles while the barmaid, far too fashionable for an establishment like the Pig and Whistle, wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“Business as usual, chaps!” Matt brought his glass up for the customary salute, but the rest of us didn’t follow suit, instead looking at him in horror.
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08.06.10
It was a while before dawn would break; they stood by the small fire, talking quietly so as not to wake those in the neighbouring huts.
“Are you feeling strong?”
“Of course,” she said, rolling her eyes at him. “My strength is not in question here – I would not be eligible to put myself forward to be the next chieftain, otherwise.”
“I know, but…”
“Do not fear, Laurian.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. “My determination will see me through, if nothing else. I cannot allow Telsia to win – her views on the future of our people are worrying, to say the least. Her views on you Enslaved Ones even more so.”
“How did it go with your mother last night?” He raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes again.
“As well as can be expected, I suppose.”
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