Devil's Pawn, Ch 1Devil's PawnDevil's Pawn, Ch 1
"I wonder what it feels like to be dead," Karen looked up from her book.
"Why do you ask?" Jon asked with a small grin, laying his own novel aside.
"Well, no one knows. No one can know. Wouldn't it be nice to know what's gonna happen when you do die?"
Jon looked thoughtful for a moment. "Huh. Interesting, very interesting," he adopted a sort of pseudo-Transylvanian accent, tenting his long, dark fingers and raising an eyebrow at us. "To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious!"
"Yes, thank you Dracula," Karen's eyes turned heavenward.
My LibraryIn this place I can be fearless, Here, alone, I am complete. Fiends of hell and guardian Angels Of Lords and libertines replete.My Library
In this place are friends full-faithful, Beauties which shall never fade. The power-mad, the would-be heroes, Dance in endless cavalcade.
In this place I find my answers, Lovers who shall never leave. Inspiration, flights of fancy, Gems which genius wordsmiths weave.
In this place I ‘suage my sorrows, Here I feel I am reborn. In books I live so many lifetimes, My soul with artistry adorned.
yadda yadda
Dazed
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The moving finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on:nor all thy piety not wit
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Nor all thy Tears wash out a word of it.
}Demented Angel{ >inevitably cute<
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PIECEOFMIIIIND
How are you?
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