Tarin Santos
- The Maloculous
I must have stood there a long while because at some point it started raining. Soon after, I was there; soaking wet and shivering in the cold. I hadn't minded though, as I was so numb that none of what I felt mattered. The worst part is that I wasn't numb because I was sad or grieving. I was numb because I felt guilty. Guilty that I had waited until my sister was gone to say I missed her. Because death is final: there is no going back.
Tarin Santos
- The Prophet's Curse
And suddenly Evanee couldn't move. It felt as though she was tied down, twisted in a mess of foliage. Like blackberry thorns gripping at the edges of her skin, scratching at her surface... She sprang from the thorns holding her, spreading a plague of pain across her as she raised from the bed, wailing out.
