It's true: no matter what else goes wrong in a day, having 2k brand new words now I didn't when I woke up makes it all awesome. :-)
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No, it wasn’t light. Not from a candle or a flashlight or any other emergency illumination system I’d ever seen. It was, lacking any other term, creepy as fuck, bog-orange and too dim to be useful, like one of those deep see fish you only ever see on deep water nature shows or something. Elongated, narrow, and then it flicked out of sight not like it had been turned off but like it’d…turned sideways and was too skinny to see?
I might ignore my non-human inheritance most of the time, but when it’s howling at me, I listen.
That wasn’t someone over there, that was some thing.
- from An Interrupted Cry, the 4th Sylvan Investigations novella
(and a link for those curious about the first two SI novellas)
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Date: 2014-09-17 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-17 06:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-17 09:43 am (UTC)Also, yay words.
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Date: 2014-09-17 12:29 pm (UTC)(Yeah, I know, that is the point. :P)
*Kermit flail*