GeneralHankerchief
10-28-2009, 21:39
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city.
POE, The City in the Sea, st. 1
The wind came from nowhere.
Ringing into existence with the reverberation of a hammer striking doom, it carried the heat of a forge that fashioned hot war and searing death. It came into being in the heart of a lost land, emerging from some strange place between that whis is and that which seeks to be. Angry, it stank of ancient evil, echoing with long forgotten prophecies. In a frenzy the wind spun, swirling out of the void, as if seeking a course, then it seemed to pause, then it blew northward.
The old nurse hummed a simple tune, one handed down from mother to daughter for generations, while she sewed. She paused to glance up from her needlework. Her two small charges lay sleeping, tiny faces serene while they dreamed their tiny dreams. Occasionally fingers would flex or lips would purse in sucking motions, then one of the other would return to quiescence. They were beautiful babies and would grow to be handsome lads, of this the nurse was certain. As men they would haveo nly vague memories of the woman who sat with them this night, but for now they belonged as much to her as their mother, who sat with her husband presiding over a state dinner. Then through the window a strange wind came, chilling her despite its heat. It carried a hint of alien and distroted dissonance in its sound, an evil tune barely perceived. The nurse shivered and looked towards the boys. They became restless, as if ready to wake crying. The nurse hurried to the window and closed the shutters, blocking out the strange and disquiting night air. For a moment it seemed all time held its breath, then, as if with a slight sigh, the breeze died away and the night was calm again. The nurse tightened her shawl about her shoulders and the babies stirred fitfully for another moment, before lapsing into a deep and quiet sleep.
Taken from "A Darkness at Sethanon" prologue by Raymond E. Feist, avaliable freely online at: http://browseinside.harpercollins.com.au/index.aspx?isbn13=9780007229437
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In a strange city.
POE, The City in the Sea, st. 1
The wind came from nowhere.
Ringing into existence with the reverberation of a hammer striking doom, it carried the heat of a forge that fashioned hot war and searing death. It came into being in the heart of a lost land, emerging from some strange place between that whis is and that which seeks to be. Angry, it stank of ancient evil, echoing with long forgotten prophecies. In a frenzy the wind spun, swirling out of the void, as if seeking a course, then it seemed to pause, then it blew northward.
The old nurse hummed a simple tune, one handed down from mother to daughter for generations, while she sewed. She paused to glance up from her needlework. Her two small charges lay sleeping, tiny faces serene while they dreamed their tiny dreams. Occasionally fingers would flex or lips would purse in sucking motions, then one of the other would return to quiescence. They were beautiful babies and would grow to be handsome lads, of this the nurse was certain. As men they would haveo nly vague memories of the woman who sat with them this night, but for now they belonged as much to her as their mother, who sat with her husband presiding over a state dinner. Then through the window a strange wind came, chilling her despite its heat. It carried a hint of alien and distroted dissonance in its sound, an evil tune barely perceived. The nurse shivered and looked towards the boys. They became restless, as if ready to wake crying. The nurse hurried to the window and closed the shutters, blocking out the strange and disquiting night air. For a moment it seemed all time held its breath, then, as if with a slight sigh, the breeze died away and the night was calm again. The nurse tightened her shawl about her shoulders and the babies stirred fitfully for another moment, before lapsing into a deep and quiet sleep.
Taken from "A Darkness at Sethanon" prologue by Raymond E. Feist, avaliable freely online at: http://browseinside.harpercollins.com.au/index.aspx?isbn13=9780007229437
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