no title yetMy world flared white-hot. Then it was dark. And silent. I was hyper-aware that I felt nothing. I was floating like a feather in the soundless, endless vacuum of deep space. All at once, pain exploded in my head. Sound and sensation came rushing back to me like a torrent of floodwaters from a broken dam. Like an L-train crashing through a deserted church. I cursed under my breath. What did I know about church? The last time I’d been, my grandparents had dragged me up to the choir and forced me to sing an impromptu solo.no title yet
Banished Ch. 1The dawn broke cool and clear, the fog skating through the streets like a thick blanket, muting the morning movements of the early risers. The lethargic stiffness, the perpetual stuffiness, receded as the heat drew the fog onto the open waters of the port as an over-ripe fruit attracts flies. Protruding sharply from the soft coat of silence were mountains of white sails. A shoal of fishing boats, single-masted and broad-beamed, held out for an easterly wind, soporific sailors walking sluggishly across their decks. A customs boat was anchored securely at rest, its red sails and long oars ready.Banished Ch. 1
BanishedIn the left ear, dilapidation whispers of opportunity and greatness; in the right, of delinquency and corruption.Banished
Decay is a sign of life. Cities with contented citizens do exist without derelict buildings, weed-strewn lots, and crumbling museums – but a great city must have them all.
Priampth was not a city that kept late hours: the majority of its inhabitants rose and set with the sun, preferring its bright warmth to the soft glow of an obscured moon. After nine, the streets were quiet and deserted; the rare dog sometimes snapped and snarled in shadowed alleys or howled down by the port,
Chapitre UnLes ans après de Meryl ont suspecté qu'elle devrait l'avoir vu comme tournant quand Liam a décidé de raser. Il s'est tenu shirtless à une cuvette de cuire l'eau à la vapeur au centre de leur terrain de camping. La mousse a enduit sa mâchoire. « Le visage est plus dur, » il a dit à se. Il a louché à se dans le miroir de main. Il a abaissé son poignard soigneusement, étirant la peau de son visage tendu comme le faisait cela il. « Vous devez être précis » « Ce qui sont toi faisant? » Meryl lui a demandé gentiment par deChapitre Un
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