At that thought, even as he flailed about in the wake of his masters, he felt a sudden rage. A blast of indignation. What god or goddess dares to presume the right to judge me? That is arrogance too vast to have been earned.
Whoever you are, I will find you. I swear it. I will find you and I will cut you down. Humble you. Down to your knees. How dare you! How dare you judge anyone, when you ever hide your face? When you strip away all possible truth of your existence? Your wilful presence?
Hiding from me, whoever—whatever—you are, is a childish game. An unworthy game. Face your child. Face all your children. Show me the veracity of your right to cast judgement upon me.
Do this, and I will accept you.
Remain hidden, even as you consign my soul to suffering, and I will hunt you down.
I will hunt you down.
The ramp climbed until it reached a broad, low-ceilinged chamber.
Crowded with reptilian corpses. Rotting, reeking, in pools of thick ichor and rank blood. Twenty, perhaps more.
K’Chain Che’Malle. The makers of this city.
Each one throat-cut. Executed like goats on an altar.
Beyond them, a spiralling ramp climbed steeply upward. No one said a thing as they picked careful, independent paths through the slaughter. Taxilian in the lead, they began the ascent.
The ghost watched as Breath paused to bend down and run a finger through decaying blood. She slipped that finger into her mouth, and smiled.
Book Two
Book Two
Eaters of
Diamonds
and Gems
I heard a story
Of a river
Which is where water flows over the ground
glistening in the sun
It’s a legend
And untrue
In the story the water is clear and that’s
why it’s untrue
We all know
Water Is the colour
Of blood
People make up legends
To teach lessons
So I think The story is about us
About a river of blood
And one day
We’ll run clear
OF A RIVER
BADALLE
Chapter Seven
The horrid creatures jostle in their line
A row of shields and a row of painted faces
They marched out of my mouth
As slayers are wont to do
When no one was looking busy as they were
With their precious banners and standards
And with the music of stepping in time As the righteous are wont to do
Now see all these shiny weapons so eager
To clash in the discord of stunned agreement
Blind as millipedes in the mud
As between lovers words may do
In the murky depths swans slip like seals
Scaling the ice walls of cold’s prison
All we dream is without tether
CONFESSIONS OF THE CONDEMNED
BANATHOS OF BLUEROSE
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