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Everyone believes the Thorn girl left them to die in the tunnels, Graven answered, smiling at the men, thanks to the confession she gave you before she died so tragically of her injuries. But Wilkes, where’d they really go? Cal asked. Those kids saw us, they saw our faces. It doesn’t matter, Graven said. Three little girls, out there, and he gestured to the windows, on their own? They’ve either run as far north as the Ringing Trees, or, if we’re lucky, they’re dead. His mouth twitched in a small smile. And if they do come crawling back, no one will believe a word they say. Not even the King, boss? I think he would believe his own kids. Not unless he can do it from the grave. And Wilkes? Yeah, boss? Leave the thinking to me. Graven reached for a rolled scroll on the table, and with a flick of his wrist dismissed the men. He unrolled the parchment and began reading, but as Wilkes and Cal were just through the door he said, Leave one. Cal hesitated, frightened. Was this the trap? Had the old man known they’d been lying about the girl the whole time and now one of them had to stay for punishment? It would be him, too. He just knew it. The old man would probably decide to keep him in a cage, like his creepy bird, or maybe he’d even feed him to the stupid bird. This was bad. Real bad, he thought, slithering behind Wilkes. If only he knew what the old man was talking about. But Wilkes knew what Graven wanted. He tipped his head in apology and handed the basket back to the old man. Sorry, sir. Graven’s mouth twisted in irritation. He removed one of the poisoned muffins from the basket and wrapped it in a separate cloth. When he handed the basket back to Wilkes, he was smiling. The young man relaxed as he headed outside with Cal. He assumed the smile was for him. It wasn’t. Graven sat behind the large table for sometime after the two imbeciles had gone, smiling into the darkness. His eyes gleamed with hope for the future. A future where he was King, crowned in the aftermath of the tragic death of their current sovereign. When the [ http://salesleadsplus.webstarts.com view website] people of Amryn saw what he had done for them, it would happen. No one, not even Ferront, would have a claim as strong as his own. When they realized he had avenged the Neulock boy by putting the villainous fairy to death, that he was the one who had finally put an end to their suffering by punishing the guilty, they would thank him.
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As he sat across from his boss, even with Wilkes right beside him, it was the same as usual. Creepy. His eyes followed the flickering candlelight as it cast shadows about the room. It danced across the curtains, making him think of giant ghosts floating toward him. It flickered on the walls and high on the ceiling in scary, moving shapes, just like the phantoms that sometimes haunted his dreams. But most of all, it lit up the caged vulture beside Graven. The bird was enormous, almost as big as a child, only more menacing. It rested inside the large metal cage, its sharp talons wrapped around a twisted branch. The dim shadows wavered around the bird, and whenever its black eyes glinted in the eerie light, Cal thought it was staring at him, whispering the truth about the Thorn girl to its master. The whole thing was distracting for him, and dangerous too. He knew he should be listening. The old man was right there behind the table, twisting his big ring back and forth and talking about something. The plan probably. But Cal couldn’t focus. It was too dark, with too many shadows for things to hide in. And anyway, he didn’t like being this close to the old man. He slouched and fidgeted, wishing the chair had arms. Wishing they could get out of here. Hey Cal, Wilkes said, jabbing him in the arm, want a muffin? Huh? he asked, looking over at his partner. Wilkes was holding a small woven basket out to him. It was draped with a red and white checked cloth and inside were two big muffins. Yeah, thanks, he said, smiling as he reached toward the basket. Don’t be stupid, will ya? Wilkes said, yanking the basket out of his reach. You got a deathwish or somethin’? He covered the muffins with the checked cloth and put the basket on the floor. These are It danced across the curtains, making him think of giant ghosts floating toward him. It flickered on the walls and high on the ceiling in scary, moving shapes, just like the phantoms that sometimes haunted his dreams. But most of all, it lit up the caged vulture beside Graven. The bird was enormous, almost as big as a child, only more menacing. It rested inside the large metal cage, its sharp talons wrapped around a twisted branch. The dim shadows wavered around the bird, and whenever its black eyes glinted in the eerie light, Cal thought it was staring at him, whispering the truth about the Thorn girl to its master. The whole thing was distracting for him, and dangerous too. He knew he should be listening. The old man was right there behind the table, twisting his big ring back and forth and talking about something. The plan probably. But Cal couldn’t focus. It was too dark, with too many shadows for things to hide in. And anyway, he didn’t like being this close to the old man. He slouched and fidgeted  [http://www.salesleadsfree.page4.me in the know] people of Amryn saw what he had done for them, it would happen. No one, not even Ferront, would have a claim as strong as his own. When they realized he had avenged the Neulock boy by putting the villainous fairy to death, that he was the one who had finally put an end to their suffering by punishing the guilty, they would thank him.
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the ones boss was talkin’ about. The special homemade ones.  Oh, Cal said, nodding, though he had no idea what Wilkes was talking about.  I don’t care how you do it, Graven said, his silky voice sliding through the room, just finish it. Tonight. The candlelight glinted in his dark eyes, making Cal think he looked just like his ugly bird. As for the other, Graven said, holding his left hand out in front of him as he admired his sigil ring, I’ll take care of that. But boss? Wilkes asked, what about the princesses?

Latest revision as of 18:13, 20 February 2013

As he sat across from his boss, even with Wilkes right beside him, it was the same as usual. Creepy. His eyes followed the flickering candlelight as it cast shadows about the room. It danced across the curtains, making him think of giant ghosts floating toward him. It flickered on the walls and high on the ceiling in scary, moving shapes, just like the phantoms that sometimes haunted his dreams. But most of all, it lit up the caged vulture beside Graven. The bird was enormous, almost as big as a child, only more menacing. It rested inside the large metal cage, its sharp talons wrapped around a twisted branch. The dim shadows wavered around the bird, and whenever its black eyes glinted in the eerie light, Cal thought it was staring at him, whispering the truth about the Thorn girl to its master. The whole thing was distracting for him, and dangerous too. He knew he should be listening. The old man was right there behind the table, twisting his big ring back and forth and talking about something. The plan probably. But Cal couldn’t focus. It was too dark, with too many shadows for things to hide in. And anyway, he didn’t like being this close to the old man. He slouched and fidgeted, wishing the chair had arms. Wishing they could get out of here. Hey Cal, Wilkes said, jabbing him in the arm, want a muffin? Huh? he asked, looking over at his partner. Wilkes was holding a small woven basket out to him. It was draped with a red and white checked cloth and inside were two big muffins. Yeah, thanks, he said, smiling as he reached toward the basket. Don’t be stupid, will ya? Wilkes said, yanking the basket out of his reach. You got a deathwish or somethin’? He covered the muffins with the checked cloth and put the basket on the floor. These are It danced across the curtains, making him think of giant ghosts floating toward him. It flickered on the walls and high on the ceiling in scary, moving shapes, just like the phantoms that sometimes haunted his dreams. But most of all, it lit up the caged vulture beside Graven. The bird was enormous, almost as big as a child, only more menacing. It rested inside the large metal cage, its sharp talons wrapped around a twisted branch. The dim shadows wavered around the bird, and whenever its black eyes glinted in the eerie light, Cal thought it was staring at him, whispering the truth about the Thorn girl to its master. The whole thing was distracting for him, and dangerous too. He knew he should be listening. The old man was right there behind the table, twisting his big ring back and forth and talking about something. The plan probably. But Cal couldn’t focus. It was too dark, with too many shadows for things to hide in. And anyway, he didn’t like being this close to the old man. He slouched and fidgeted in the know people of Amryn saw what he had done for them, it would happen. No one, not even Ferront, would have a claim as strong as his own. When they realized he had avenged the Neulock boy by putting the villainous fairy to death, that he was the one who had finally put an end to their suffering by punishing the guilty, they would thank him. the ones boss was talkin’ about. The special homemade ones. Oh, Cal said, nodding, though he had no idea what Wilkes was talking about. I don’t care how you do it, Graven said, his silky voice sliding through the room, just finish it. Tonight. The candlelight glinted in his dark eyes, making Cal think he looked just like his ugly bird. As for the other, Graven said, holding his left hand out in front of him as he admired his sigil ring, I’ll take care of that. But boss? Wilkes asked, what about the princesses?

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