"A swirling mist appeared in front of the frame and changed into a crystal chalice. (...) The lightning-streaked black mist in the chalice contained power that slithered along his nerves, snaked around his spine, and sought its release in the sudden fire in his loins. It was a molten force, catastrophic in intensity, savage beyond a man's comprehension...and he wanted it with all his being. (...) It shattered before he touched it, spraying crystal shards over the makeshift altar.(...)
'Tersa!'
Tersa looked back at him, said three words, and vanished.
Daemon's legs buckled. He huddled on the ground, gasping for air, shuddering from the fear that clawed at his belly. (...)
Three words.
She has come"
'Tersa!'
Tersa looked back at him, said three words, and vanished.
Daemon's legs buckled. He huddled on the ground, gasping for air, shuddering from the fear that clawed at his belly. (...)
Three words.
She has come"
(in 'Daughter of the Blood' by Anne Bishop)
1 comentário:
Afinal ainda te lembras, muito bem,... :3
"A thousand years have gone
Armageddon hasn't come
Only the cry of a child echoes in the dark
Backward goes time
As the stars are passing by
And nothing remains of this foolish man except his fate..."
Como é que vou compensar a ausência de comentários? ...
Vou ter de parar uma hora da minha existência para me dedicar aos mesmos, apesar de prever que vão ficar com contornos lassos e laivos de extenuação! :D
Espero que estejas bem. ***
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