Instantly, all the candles went out, and the room was covered in darkness.
Tag: fiction
Silver Bottle, ‘This Will Never Stop” Chapter, Episode 28
I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal savior thirteen times before your grandmother put a stop to my altar runs.
This Textured Darkness, #115
Elymas strained at the knots. At least he knew who he was dealing with — a village witch who’d somehow learned of his plans and wished for a place in his coming reign.
This Textured Darkness, #114
It was only a woman come to clean, who had somehow brought billows of purple smoke. Or maybe it was the candles. Two hundred candles, and by the time the wicks were burning low.
This Textured Darkness, #113
Elymas placed the goblet on the tray and rubbed his eyes with his fists. Had he seen a woman sporting three boars’ heads at the entrance doors?
“This Will Never Stop”, Episode 24 from the novel, Silver Bottle
Such a lot of motion in a two-syllable word. A shyly sensual sound at a time when sex wasn’t talked about, except by married women on porches in the summer twilight, or wildly exaggerated by teenage girls.
This Textured Darkness, #112
The finest practitioners in Casoria hadn’t succeeded in curing Ranald. Elymas chuckled. He’d stood before them all and handed the King his nightly draught of poison.
“This Will Never Stop”, Episode 23 of the novel, Silver Bottle
She watches you. The blue of her eyes is no longer guileless; there are barriers inside this woman as high as mountains and, like the ocean, deeper than you think. Breathe easy. One hint of judgement and you’ve lost her.
This Textured Darkness, #111
A cheeky youth who, every time their eyes met, winked or flashed a suggestive smile. Running his tongue over his lips, Elymas, on impulse, offered to buy him. He hadn’t anticipated the rage.
Silver Bottle, Episode 22
I can’t bury my mother, so I’ll leave that silver bottle right where it is.
