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Ascension Chapter 4 Chris had taken two horses out of the pen behind his cottage and was bringing them around to the door as Loki stepped out into the midday sun in a fresh set of clothes, his long hair pushed back behind his ears but otherwise left loose at his neck. He had decided to strap on his scabbard, reasoning that going into an unknown situation unarmed was playing the fool.
As the horses trotted along the road to the village, he watched the little cottages drop by the wayside again and he turned to Chris. "These people along the road, these houses, they live within the realm of Tír na nÓg?"
"Yes of course."
"But they seem as normal peasant folk, farming, wo
Ascension Chapter 3 The throbbing inside his head had subsided enough for him to sit up without feeling violently ill. The man, he'd discovered was named Christopher Wallace "Of the Hempstead Wallaces" had kept up such a din half the night so that he could scarce sleep, seeming clumsy until he had begged for peace to rest and Chris had explained that a head wound often led to worse things if one were to fall asleep under its spell.
"As in death for you, if one is to believed in his tall tales."
Death, he was sure now that it was all that separated him from Eidra, the only thing keeping them apart. He was certain she would know him when he was the same as she.
Ascension Chapter 2 He shivered with the cold, drew his cloak closer about him and opened his eyes. The rock studded hills around him lay cloaked in a heavy fog. The fire had died down to coals, steaming in the morning dew. He stood, stretched, hefted the scabbard containing his short sword and fastened it around his waist, then he shoved dirt over the remains of the fire with the side of his boot, making sure to smother the coals. He shouldered his pack then and started to pick his way out of the little copse where he'd spent the night. As the light of day increased, he surveyed the foreign landscape, rocks, verdant green hillocks, gentle mountains before him, behind him, in the distance, the wild waters of the ocean where he had first stepped onto the island.
Before he had held up the Uruz and spoken the name, he had visited the palace library and spread th
Ascension Chapter 1 The rabbit had heard him, he had seen its ears twitch its head turn towards him, its large black eyes unblinking. There was little to be done for it though, the animal would either make a run for it or decide foraging was a better option for self-preservation.
He sat on the ground, his back against the tree, body nestled between its gnarled roots. As slowly as he was able, he slid the tip of his boot into the stirrup of the crossbow and pulled the stock back with both hands, grimacing at the whisper of pain across his collarbone into his right shoulder. The Dökkálfar had effectively seen to it that he would never again have the strength to draw a long bow. He chanced another peek around the trunk of the t
Alternatives Chapter 19Friday evening found Sarah and Roxanne at Jackie's house on Water street in Ellsworth. Jackie smiled when Sarah walked in. "I remember you."
"And I remember you. How are you?" Jackie gave her a hug.
"Well I'm doing alright thanks to Roxanne. I'm looking for a new look and I'm going to be looking for a new job soon."
"Did you ever finish nursing when you went to New York?" Jackie pulled a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator, "Would you like a glass?"
Sarah nodded but Roxanne shook her head, "I'm driving, coffee would be great though."
Jackie got two wineglasses and a coffee cup down from the cupboard. "So what do you do now?"
"I work in an office in Manhattan. I've taken an extended leave with my boyfriend and I'm thinking about finding another job."
Jackie handed her the glass of wine. "Oh, what's so bad about the job?"
"Loki and I.."
"Loki?" Sarah nodded, waiting for the inevitable.
"Okay go on."
Sarah did a double take at Jackie who shrugged, "What?"
"I usually get an earful when
Descent Epilogue In the fullness of time, Loki led his brother to believe he had forgiven him, even going so far as to seek out his company when he actually bothered with anyone at all. His mind, however, was only intent on one thing, revenge.
When Helgi brought her little niece to live with her, a year after Eidra's passing, the child seemed taken with Loki. She would toddle after him whenever she would see him. At first he would not trouble himself with her but Helgi would bring the child when she would clean his chambers and eventually Helgi would find him sitting on the floor playing with the child, letting her climb on him, tug on his hair, his grief momentarily assuaged. On one such visit, Loki handed the child a stuffed leather ball that he had made for her.
However, one day as she sat on his lap, her chubby hand found the Uruz hanging about his neck. She stared at it
Descent Chapter 26 He sat on the edge of the bed twirling the Uruz around on its leather thong, feeling its heft, its power, a soft hum, a vibration which always increased when he would couple with Eidra. He held the disc up to his eye, looking through the center hole as he considered a plan. He would find where Eidra had been taken, go to her room and steal away with her. They would use the gateway and escape...but to where? Vanaheim? Midgard? A grand plan, they would have nothing, would have to start with nothing, but, oh for the chance of a life together.
Thor's voice outside the bedroom door and his subsequent entry into his room suddenly gave Loki over to a case of giggles.
“I am bunking here tonight, brother, to keep you company.”
At this, Loki fairly howled with laughter, lying back on the bed, tears streaming down hi
Descent Chapter 25 When Silas finally set the spade on the ground beside the tent, the sky was starting to brighten on the horizon. The camp was still quiet. He crept into Eidras tent, dropping to the hay beside Helgi and Eidra. Helgi had her hand at Eidra's back, as if she had been rubbing it. Silas tapped Helgi on the shoulder, and she turned with a snort.
“She is with Ren,” he whispered.
Helgi's hand came up to cover his, “Dear boy, we are ever in your debt. Lay down and rest while you still can.”
Silas lay staring up at the roof of the tent beside to Helgi,, “How fared she after I left?”
“Mmm, it took much to console her. This will go far in easing her mind. Now rest.”
The stamping of a horse outside the tent opened Silas's eyes. It was light
Descent Chapter 24“My dear, you should not worry yourself about such matters as these.”
Frigga glared at Odin, “Do not patronize me. I will worry as I please.”
Odin turned another page of the tome and continued reading, drumming his fingers on the tall stand at which he stood.
“What is the use of worrying when it does little else but give you bad humors?” Odin leaned closer to the page, following the words with his finger.
Frigga wanted to throw the book to the side and jump atop the stand, screaming. Instead , she walked up to him and stood at his side, “The laws of the High Court of Alfheim?”
“Woman,” He grumbled as he turned another page.
She kept silent, stayed at his elbow as he hunched forward again to read, turned the page back, then forward again. She edged closer still until Odin sighed and stepped back from the stand, “Please feel free to intrude upon my research, my dear.”
He rolled his eyes as she slid in front of him an
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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