“Do you want that?” she’d asked him before, expecting his answer to be no, not realizing that he would rather die, would rather be a sacrifice. “I have a friend in there – a dear friend that I betrayed – and I can tell you, he doesn’t want that. He didn’t want this. He would rather live. He would rather be far from this and live in peace.”
“Then he is already dead. There will be no peace so long as–”
She slapped him. He stared at her, silent, gingerly holding his cheek. Maureen clutched her stinging hand and fought the urge to shake him, make him see.
“And that is why you failed.” Her voice was low, savage. “Angry boys die for your vision, your lie. Sean will not be one of them; you don’t deserve his sacrifice.”
D: I was not expecting that.
A: Nor was I.
D: Did she really? I mean, wow.
A: Yup. Big grown-up moment.
D: I’m wondering if I recruited. . .
A: You picked the right one, D. But she needed her character arc early in order to serve as Sean’s witness.
D: Sure, character arc. I wonder how well she handles a sword.
A: D, where are you going? D?! You leave Maureen alone – you’ve done enough!
D: What? Oh. Certainly, A. Don’t mind me. . .
A: Watch it Druid, I control the delete button. . .
D: Empty threats, A. Empty threats.
The Druid Tells the Tale:
A: CN Faust has author services – and they’re awesome (A, what are you doing in my accolades? Stealing them, D. I want bookmarks! Then finish the bloody book, A! Fine…)
D: This one is mine! Epic poetry and mysterious beasts are my favorite things, and so I highly recommend the Bestiary of Blatherhorn Vale. These are some spectacular poems. Get them!
A: A curious experiment is underway . . . http://seancookeofficial.wordpress.com/2013/06/01/bloggers-assemble-a-blogosphere-experiment/ . . . we joined up, because what could be better than us participating in some mysterious blogosphere experiment?! Not much, I say. Not much. (A, I’m scared. Oh, buck up, D.)