Edema Rue
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I- I- I—I’m—y-you—
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He led her gently back to her rooms. “Th-th-there,” he said. “Y-you’re o-o-okay n-now.” @LightRinger is there. If he tries another door anyway, it opens.
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Quote of the day #3
“I looked at my right hand, the hand with which I painted. There was power in that hand. Power to create and destroy. Power to bring pleasure and pain. Power to amuse and horrify. There was in that hand the demonic and the divine at one and the same time. The demonic and the divine were two aspects of the same force. Creation was demonic and divine. Creativity was demonic and divine. I was demonic and divine.”
My Name Is Asher Lev
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Yeah, the book is called My Name is Asher Lev. It’s by Chaim Potok and it’s one of the most incredible things I’ve ever read. It’s about a Jewish painter who struggles even as a child to balance his faith, his art, and his family.
…and not only was that way more than you asked for, it was also made it sound super boring xD
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“It is,” Corin said, still watching her intently. The drink tastes like fire and ice and cages and wings and the sky and the earth and the softly falling rain on ripe peaches. It tastes like casinos and dirty alleys and freedom. It tastes like a home too perfect to even be. “O-okay,” Gavin said. He started walking, having completely forgot whatshernameistillcantrememberandifeelsobad
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“W-w-well th-that’s a-a-a-alright,” Gavin said. He offered the girl his hand. “C-c-c-come o-o-on. I-I-I’ll sh-sh-show y-y-you w-wh-where it i-is.”
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“C-can I-I-I h-h-h-h-help y-y-you?”
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Gavin lets go of ohmychasmsiforgothername’s arm and runs forward, kneeling so that he’s at eye level with the young girl. “H-h-h-hey,” he says kindly. “A-are y-y-you l-lost?” @Lotus Blossom
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If I want to be an optimist then I’ll be an optimist and you can’t stop me. Besides, that was really good!! You drop lots of nice hints, and I’m curious to see where it goes. If you’re looking for feedback, I’d mostly just say read over it, little line edits. I love semicolons, but make sure you don’t overuse them or it starts to feel forced, at least to me. Just my thoughts. I like it though, keep writing!
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I DID THAT IN A TEXT TO MY DAD THE OTHER DAY IT WAS SO BAD
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xD You’re fine everyone does it *winces* just look at page 220… *cough @Ancient Elantrian cough*
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Corin met her eyes. He was quiet for a long, long moment. “I don’t want your coins,” he finally said. “And if you try to give me your sanity, I’ll do everything I can to give it back.” He coughed, then added, “not sure how much you have to give anyway.” He turned around, scanning his bottles. With a flourish, he tipped one into a small jar. He added another and swirled them together. Both had been clear to begin with, but they darkened to purple. Without looking, he grabbed a bottle of bluish liquid and added the tiniest bit. The concoction turned green, vibrant and terrifying. He turned back and poured it into Astra’s cup. Reaching below the counter, he sprinkled a powder that looked as if it were tiny diamonds into it. The drink become a deep crimson. perfectly opaque and dangerously red, it was as if someone had bled into the cup and asked her to drink it. ”You’re clever,” Corin said, watching her intently. “They can’t steal what you don’t give them. Are you really going to give them your sanity? They’ve taken everything else.” He winked. “Don’t tell me you’re just another tribute.”
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Right. Can’t forget me… :(((
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“R-r-r-r-right,” Gavin said. “R-right.” “You really can’t hold your drink, can you?” Corin laughed softly. “I don’t know that I have anything quite that powerful. But I’ll see what I can do. And what can you offer me, pet?” He sounds familiar in the best sort of way. Like a streetlord who’s sure of his turf rather than an aristocrat who believes the world spins at his demand.
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Gavin blinked. “H-h-how d-did-d-d-d-d-d- h-h-how—” he cut off. Didn’t need to fake that… he didn’t seem to notice, but his hands were clenched painfully tight. “Of course,” Corin says. “What do you need?” He’s still grinning, but it seems less alive. It’s sterile rather than wild, efficient rather than free.
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Gavin strugged, looking away. Corin hummed softly. The tune was unrecognizable and eerie. “I don’t have any metals right now. But I can promise you some later, and get you blades as well as sustenance now.”
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Thank you! Thanks so much!! Aww, thank you so much.
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“I-I-It’s h-h-h-hard t-t-t-to e-ex-e-exp- h-hard t-to d-d-describe,” Gavin said, looking thoughtful. It doesn’t yield. Corin tsks softly. “One kill won’t cover all of that…” It immediately releases. The door locked behind Tondon, and all others are locked. Corin pursed his lips, trying to keep from laughing. He failed, though it came out sounding much more sinister than he’d intended. She doesn’t expect me to believe this act, does she? “You don’t need to lose to trade with me, darling,” he said. As he exits, he sees Jaksyn. Jaksyn also sees him. @LightRinger
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It seems more resilient this time, and refuses to let go. It’s gripping so hard it begins to bruise Mark’s leg. @The Stormfather
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Another tentacle appears and wraps around his leg.
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A man with blacker than black hair stands at the counter. “Welcome,” he says, “to The Casino. How may I help you?”
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“W-w-well,” Gavin said, “I-I-I g-g-guess w-we’ll l-l-learn t-together.” The door swings open for him, but only him. “That depends,” Corin said. “What’ll you pay for it?” After it had let him go, the tentacle sunk back into the mud. Now there was nothing there but a dark, stinky hole that was rapidly filling with water. Corin winked at her. He opened his mouth to speak, then winced and snapped it shut, winking again.
