Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
The honeybee paced around the fire, taking it measure for measure, ember for ember, blaze for blaze, coaxed and inveigled by its dangerous possibilities and parameters – eyes only narrowing a fraction as Sah explained the Last Step. She hadn’t known there’d been a name for it; it’d been a place for rest, kicking her uncle in the balls, and then tricking him with a worm. “Probably some people. A land, just like so many others.” Lost, perhaps, in the pre-emptive war, sunken down and rooted into the abyss when people were buried and the Voice, amongst the other heralds, were trapped inside the barrier. “Three hundred years leaves a lot of avenues for change.” Disintegration, disrepair, with ruins left behind.
Like ever-lasting flames – and she wished she could linger just like that, powerful and bright and capable of disaster – for no matter how long. “The Hollowed Grounds has a labyrinth too.” Her head tilted, pondering the connection, shrugging her shoulders – she hadn’t tried to climb that one.
Like ever-lasting flames – and she wished she could linger just like that, powerful and bright and capable of disaster – for no matter how long. “The Hollowed Grounds has a labyrinth too.” Her head tilted, pondering the connection, shrugging her shoulders – she hadn’t tried to climb that one.
Melita
