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All the King's HorsesI think I know enough of hate to tell you how the world will end, and there will be no burst of flame, no roaring crash, no crashing rend.All the King's Horses
O men, we'll see a quiet death in milky-white of arctic creep, in bleach bone fingers' spindle grip; that crystal cup, that smothered sleep.
And e'en the sun will tire and fade. That shattered ice, that crushing snow! I think I've seen enough of hate to know how it will go.
She knew that it was him, although she didn’t know how. She just knew from how the air moved so, how the morning tasted, the footfalls fel
by ~formsofchaos
The Tale of the High KnightEstrild knew she was going to die.The Tale of the High Knight
It was a strange feeling, knowing you were within moments of the absolute certainty of death. She drew in air as if to test that her lungs would still breathe. She watched her reflection closely in her dresser mirror.
Her eyes were hazel. Her breathing did not change.
She was wearing nothing except a necklace. Its chain did not bear the mark of any Order or Church but instead a simple symbol of faith. She wore this and nothing else, her body unmarked and beautiful even with her age.
Her hand opened.&nbs
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The Gospel of SatanTell those left in this world, ye who read: That, among the feats of beggars and the faults of kings, Here lie the lies of gods, and all forgotten things. - The epitaph of the Forgotten TombThe Gospel of Satan
In the beginning, God created Man in His image, and just as Man accepted God as his Creator, Satan fell in love with Man. And we cannot blame him for his treason, for if it were not for his choice, we would be left with none ourselves.
To His Host God turned and, happy at His ingenuity, bade His Host of Angels to bow before Man to show their servitude. Michael the Archangel, who is li
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The End of GiftsEstrild thought the battle had been going fine until the other bard began to sing.The End of Gifts
“Rum tum tum, to the battle we go.” His voice was a deep baritone, its notes threatening and dark. They jostled at the air and ears, and the wind strained with them, eager. “Singing of Glory and slaying our foe!”
For once in her life, Estrild’s song failed her. She trailed off, unable to think. The clouds above them stormed, the wind turning angry and snarling. Her stallion reared, his eyes rolling wildly in fright.
“Rum tum tum, upon steeds so proud. Heads facing forward and spears to the gro
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