I scan the opposite shore of the wide river for any sign of human activity, for the people who sent the boat.
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Their bodies returned to the tar pit, the fierce source of his power; and this was the work of my hated lord and master.
From three blocks away, Tom Brown could hear the big bass drum from the Women's Christian Temperance Union band as they thundered down Second Avenue.
With eyes closed, there is a singular heartbeat, a solitary pulse, and when we stretch, there is no we.
It was a frightening, lovely thing; the way the great lens refracted the firelight and sent it out over the water.
Blood is salt, like seawater; the heart moves an ocean in miniature.
Tomorrow she will confront; tomorrow she will demand. In this house she is no one’s lesser.
A strange impulse, an alien need: she devours all that she knows, and knows all that she devours.
The graceful architecture of this place has haunted her dreams since the first years of her training.
