Rizla closed her eyes. Their fates were intertwined.
Category: This Textured Darkness
This Textured Darkness, #125
The trees would all die, and soon. The bark was diseased and Elymas was deluded.
This Textured Darkness, #124
She threw off her anger like a cloak, deciding to humor his madness.
This Textured Darkness, #123
Animation oil could bring a crushed beetle back to life, also, a small wren. Once she’d seen a woman sit upright for nearly an hour, only to fall back on the cooling board.
This Textured Darkness, #122
The Nawab’s face was bruised, and he was sitting chained to the floor. He stared at Rizla without pleading, having accepted his fate.
This Textured Darkness, #121
Rizle wished he’d tumble down the stairs. She wanted to hear cracking bones.
This Textured Darkness, #120
Her laughter was most unpleasant. She used a gossamer sleeve to pat her eye.
This Textured Darkness, #119
Elymas started to protest. She held up her hand.
This Textured Darkness, #118
Tell me everything you’ve done and don’t lie. If I put the vise to you again, you’ll probably die.
This Textured Darkness, #117
She struck her hands together and the floor became a sea of blood, and from the sea rose hungry creatures.
