00 Working Title - Prologue00 Working Title - Prologue
Sand stung their eyes through their gauze veils. Shifting position now would have been both difficult and stupid as gale-force winds buffeted above their heads. Better to stay here, sheltered by some archaic rubble, close together until the storm passed. She could feel him next to her, solid and soft against the moving sand, and was grateful for it. He could slit her throat right here, right now if he wanted, slice open her belly, sever the backs of her knees and leave her to bleed to death in the storm. Hed done that sort of thing before. She scooted closer and he didnt move. He wouldnt. They had to stick together, after all. She knew the way. He had the gun. It was a working relationship.
How long? Such a useless question to risk a mouthful of sand on. He could barely be heard over the wind and she simply shook her head.
How long until what?
Four over Five - KiribanFour over Five
Whoevers idea it was to host a bar in the beached hull of a long-forgotten mariner should be labelled a genius. The black sea sloshed sleepily outside, blanketed by a sky loose-knit enough for the stars to peek through. Im romanticising it all; grungy high-rises pushed the beach back day by day, sand was doped up on forgotten syringes and Heaven lay like some beached whale against the moon.
Heaven. Stupid name for a bar, really. Id lost track of how many drunkards had shambled in hollering for entertainment, having mistaken the buzzing neon sign outside to be advertising a brothel. I felt the name a last resort, so out of place. The décor protested it. Countless shelves and crannies inside the bull boasted a maritime theme that was difficult to ignore. A brass teapot sat proudly in the porthole beside me, one of four Id counted through my visits, and bearded maps peeled free of th
It was obvious. Glaring. How no-one else had caught onto It, felt it in the very air, was beyond him. It was in their eyes; her light, loving blue and his yellow serpentine alright, the eye analogy didnt quite work in their situation yet it mattered not. It was obvious.
Anila had walked into the tavern and sat at the bar. Not the tables like a soldier or merchant might. Not in one of the ever in demand shadowy corners. The bar at lunch time. This implied the woman knew she was somewhat important the bar was where you could easily be seen and, of course, had the best service yet she wasnt out to make it obvious by requesting a private dining room. Either wealth merchant or nobility, she had to be. That and her clothing and speech were very finely crafted. It was all in the poise.
Snippet - VolcanoVolcano
The air was making her nauseous but it hardly mattered now. Shed come so far, pushed so many people away from her that it hardly mattered that here, on the very edge of hell itself, the toxins that swirled around were visible, blending together like dye on the water. It was rather funny; shed walked across the world to find this very place only to find out that it didnt really exist. Technically. Or it hadnt. Volcanoes didnt just appear out of no-where, ready simmering like a hot-pot lying in wait for offerings of dumplings and scraps of meat. No, volcanoes took years and years of eruptions to
Her fifth year geography lesson resounded through her skull and she decided to stop thinking. Mrs Andersons monotone voice was the last thing she wanted to listen to as she stumbled down the crumbling slopes. Why was she being so careful? A slip, some scrapes and a small fall and things