Friday, March 23, 2012

First Four Friday - The Font (WIP)

Chapter 2

Naya listened to the dying sobs of the latest human victim, sickened to her limits.  She didn’t care for the excuse that these people were the worst of society, that each and every one of them had left a wake of destruction and despair behind them.  The ceremony was without conscience, and later she would insist Heriolf not allow them to occur anymore.  It was beneath him as a leader.

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