| "I do not like to name what I see," she murmured,... 390 |
[Feb. 12th, 2010|03:48 am] |
"I do not like to name what I see," she murmured, lowering her eyes"They frighten me too muchThey are creatures of my childhood fearsBut it is not what you are seeing, BaerdYou may see the Others in the shape of your heart's hate, but this is not the battle of your daytime world He shook his head in fierce denialThere was a deep surging in his spirit, a rushing of blood in his veinsThe Others were nearer now, hundreds of them, streaming out of the hills "I am always fighting the same battle," he said to herTo her and the two menAnd I know what I see out thereI can tell you that I am fifteen years old now, not fourteen or I could not be hereThey would not have allowed me A thought struck him"Tell me: is there a stream west of us, a river below where they are descending now?" "There is," Donar said"Do you want to join battle there?" A red, fierce joy was running |
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