The weave runs through me so that my frail body vibrates... I sometimes wonder if my bones really are hollow as the bones of birds. I remember them sniggering that my skull is hollow as well. They thought I didn't hear, but I did. I still remember it. I always will.
I hate those things, soaring by the breeze, watching everything from above like I used to do... the injustice burns me as my fireball, reaching where I can no more, burns them...
was it like this, my lover... did you enjoy it as much?
Oh boy... powerful stuff inside...
“I dream... often.The same dream – of a sky where light has gone out, only phosphoric stones glittering on the ground, and the ground is littered with millions of bird skeletons. I stomp on them and feel good, the little ribcages cracking under my feet.”
Poor animals
Aerie is going the same way... and this is worse, since the taint is within.
Oh, he is very right here. You cannot fight yourself, unless you destroy it... and change comes very, very slowly.
They still don't realize how keen senses elves have, ever pathetic, ever fool.
Or Saffy doesn't care if you hear it. He is not sheltering, which might be a good approach.
It may poison me from inside, but it makes me feel strong and alive.
That, I can understand. I rearely feel that way, but I have wished for it at times... it is scary.
I will travel with them. Why not? But until the last slaver is hunted down and drained into oblivion, until the last one who has wronged me has paid... I will not rest, and I will not let go of my revenge.
"... and I WILL HAVE IT?" Wow. She's almost a berserker here... so blind.
VEry impressive, I'd say. As much as I hate how the epilogues turn all potential 'love interests' into lonely, revenge-filled women, in your Aerie's case it's actually an improvement, especially with it pointing out that (patronizing) love will not save her from herself...
