The Troll Queen's Bride

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what I r

mmet downwards to the raging sea. The blue-blackness

o the abyss. There are no c

hael brandishes his flaming sword

his, brothe

ds before him. Razor thin. Pale as winter snow. He t

. The void yawns, grating its jowls. Its master smile

n." His voice is

ike a vise. The weakest crumple like smashe

wrath. He roars, then delivers the killin

whispers. He takes him by the heel. Lightning strikes fire as they embrac

kness. The void is sealed shut. They l

beg

h is

ld run, h

: Disposa

eam again, probably spurred on by the chili corn dog of questionable origins the cafeteria had served up for dinner. "Holy f

ing: "Again, Fianna?" She tossed her pi

string of witching hours I'd awakened to in the past month. Perhaps it was the darkness of winter that drew out the strange visions ea

tossing the pillow back at h

er bed, eyes dead. "Was

food was laced with some

se, but you have relig

m an At

our, five weeks. And girl, early morning wakings do not bode well for beauty.

es in the end. Charred bones. Like those medi

st in the morning, which we both know I'm going to fail. You now owe

ed. "I do have man shoulder

Fee. I need your empath

See? No five

ner dude. It's your

spirit

man totem. It's for

the door. I paled. "Oh c

n, bleary-eyed. "Everything alright, gir

I said flippantly.

use it sounded like murder. Are you sure

nn and I s

d water. There's medica

t, she closed the door. Face flashing grimly, she glanced back at me. "She's right, you

t stress, or the weather, or- oh, I don't know, Quinn! Mayb

e a priestess of Aphrodite! A slave to beauty and piña coladas, not a dredge to chemistry."

ted in me by God, b

minously fann

She flipped the lights. "Back to bed, Fee. And the General

iling. "Pinkie-swear, roomie," I s

ptly began to snore. S