“Rage—Muses, recount the rage of Achilles, Thetis’ son—deadly, ill-fated, that cost countless lives, casting to Hades’ house so many stalwart souls, great fighters’ souls, that made their bodies carrion for the circling birds.” An aged man sat, blind eyes on the bloody flames of a fire, as his audience watched his story come to life …
Hi, there! My name is Stormy. I have one blue eye and one brown eye, and my fur is the color of a sky frothing with storm clouds. I was a big-pawed puppy not so very long ago, and you met me for the first time when I was just a few weeks old and …
I come to life gradually. A hint of movement, a tiny disturbance at first. Invisible to the keenest eye. But soon you will see me as I rapidly grow. I will be too large, too loud, too fierce to ignore. Here I come. Brace yourselves. But first, just a wisp. Just warmth. Just a wave …
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