May 10, 2012

A Beauty that Crushes the World


When we chained him up to the henge-stone, the unseelie king said we wouldn’t survive the night.
“Shut up,” said Coin, my brother. “Tell us how to paint the stones.”
“Rach vel amaah,” said the wee king.
“Talk like a man,” Coin said.
“Our blood will poison you slowly.”

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