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Sleeping Soldiers XXXIIIShards of glass littered the staircase and the hall, gleaning faintly in the dusty rays of sun falling in trough the tiny, and dirty round window in the door. Sanomina stopped dead. How had these got there? Had anyone been here? She suddenly felt shaken and afraid. All changes were not good ones, there were strange energies surrounding all this glass almost reminding her of the Voodoo she had encountered during her years in the Caribbean. Although it was so long ago she clearly remembered how that magic had scared her back then and how it still scared her now.
"Get yourself together!" she scolded herself. "There's no one here. There c
Sleeping Soldiers XXXIILokita is watching the parkour punks running up and down the underpass and the station building, sliding down the hand-railings of the escalators and balancing across the bars over the tracks. And she ponders whom to drop. She really wants all of them to go, mortals shan't be as confident as they are. But it's better to take them out one by one, and as a result scare the others into stopping, spreading the word that what they are doing is lethal. She wants them to be freaked out. She wants them terrified.
In the end she settles for a goon in green mohawk and a black leather jacket with a scull at the back. He's proudly almost running vertica
Sleeping Soldiers XXIX"Atlantis?" Mercedes looks surprised at Alison.
"Yeah I know it sounds crazy but... hey, have we met before?"
"I don't think so".
"You seem so familiar anyway."
"I've been on TV a few times. Perhaps you saw me there. Nevertheless, tell me about your dream and I'll see if I can in any way help you. You say that time was essential, does it mean that you have to leave soon?"
"Not me, really."
"Then I don't understand?"
"All of us. You as well."
"Now I'm not quite following you..."
"All of us are in grave peril. This whole world is rapidly coming to an end."
Mercedes sighs. So this was another 'the end is near' preacher. She'd had very
Sleeping Soldiers XXVIIIThe moment she's certain that the others have either left the apartment or gone to sleep and the coast is clear, Zenobi dresses in the pair of jeans and the sweatshirt Eitha has lent her and then she sneaks out of the room. After hesitating a few seconds she leaves the apartment as well. She doesn't ride the fancy fast elevator in case anyone would notice, instead she takes the fire exit with rough concrete stairs in a barely lit shaft.
She remembers where Iryon lives and it doesn't take her long to get there. As a goddess she can transit the streets of New York almost unseen and with a speed no mortal can match. But standing in front of the
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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