State of the Sooky
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valarltdNo Yuletide Youtube today. I'm having an earworm. Bad Romance is stuck in my head.
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edited a LOT. I'm into the assault on the church. Over 52,000 words as it stands.
showered
off to bed.t
Some of the new addition, cut for gruesome:
“I butchered my way through men, women, and children when I lived. Do you think destroying monsters will bother me? Me, who saw my own pregnant wife spitted as I had done to so many enemy women?”
Everyone in the room shuddered and Samil's eyes opened. “It was a different time. Every foreign child, every pregnant woman of the enemy, was a threat to my sons' birthright, to our right to hold the Promised Land and the City of David. We were a tiny people and surrounded by hostile tribes.”
“The more things change,” Brett mumbled.
“My people are strong now.” Samil smiled at the thought. “They could destroy their enemies without thinking, if they dared public opinion. We will have our city and the Temple again, in time, and the Ishmaelites will be nothing more than a bad memory.”
Anne broke out another bottle of whiskey. Zealot talk always made her want to drink more to shut it out. She'd developed a taste for the strong stuff in the nineteenth century and had to watch herself. She offered it to Dennis and Brett first, noticing that Brett let Dennis have another drink against the horrors of the evening.
Dennis looked puzzled for a moment and asked, “But Mr. Samil, wouldn't your children wake back up? Did the not-born one wake up?”
The head fixed him with a dark glare. Anne got the bottle back and had another swallow. This was going to be unpleasant no matter how he answered.
“Two did,” Samil said. He closed his eyes, lines of pain and sorrow marking his handsome face. Anne understood at once. The children Samil had sired had indeed awakened. He had only learned of his wife's betrayal after her death.
Marcus took it up. “The elder boy and the not-born did not awaken. Baruch and Devorah are in the Hall of Sleepers. They are small children and the Council will never allow them to be awakened.”
Samil did not open his eyes. “Do you know how long and hard a three year old can cry because she is hungry? I endured the starvation with them, so they would not be alone when they went to Sleep. I told them we were mourning their mother. They Sleep forever, the name of their father entombed with them. I became Samil, the Angel of Death, instead.”
Work
Work out
edited a LOT. I'm into the assault on the church. Over 52,000 words as it stands.
showered
off to bed.t
Some of the new addition, cut for gruesome:
“I butchered my way through men, women, and children when I lived. Do you think destroying monsters will bother me? Me, who saw my own pregnant wife spitted as I had done to so many enemy women?”
Everyone in the room shuddered and Samil's eyes opened. “It was a different time. Every foreign child, every pregnant woman of the enemy, was a threat to my sons' birthright, to our right to hold the Promised Land and the City of David. We were a tiny people and surrounded by hostile tribes.”
“The more things change,” Brett mumbled.
“My people are strong now.” Samil smiled at the thought. “They could destroy their enemies without thinking, if they dared public opinion. We will have our city and the Temple again, in time, and the Ishmaelites will be nothing more than a bad memory.”
Anne broke out another bottle of whiskey. Zealot talk always made her want to drink more to shut it out. She'd developed a taste for the strong stuff in the nineteenth century and had to watch herself. She offered it to Dennis and Brett first, noticing that Brett let Dennis have another drink against the horrors of the evening.
Dennis looked puzzled for a moment and asked, “But Mr. Samil, wouldn't your children wake back up? Did the not-born one wake up?”
The head fixed him with a dark glare. Anne got the bottle back and had another swallow. This was going to be unpleasant no matter how he answered.
“Two did,” Samil said. He closed his eyes, lines of pain and sorrow marking his handsome face. Anne understood at once. The children Samil had sired had indeed awakened. He had only learned of his wife's betrayal after her death.
Marcus took it up. “The elder boy and the not-born did not awaken. Baruch and Devorah are in the Hall of Sleepers. They are small children and the Council will never allow them to be awakened.”
Samil did not open his eyes. “Do you know how long and hard a three year old can cry because she is hungry? I endured the starvation with them, so they would not be alone when they went to Sleep. I told them we were mourning their mother. They Sleep forever, the name of their father entombed with them. I became Samil, the Angel of Death, instead.”
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Date: 2011-12-31 06:48 pm (UTC)