Shirian Grey wrote:Tears of embarrassment and rage slid down her face, and her fists were so clenched that her nails dug into her palms, and her hands began to bleed.
Shirian Grey wrote:The birthing room stank of blood and sweat, and the woman screamed, gasped, wept, and began again, squirming against the hold of the midwives. The women tending her swarmed frantically about her in desperation, and the stench of death hung heavy in the air.
Shirian Grey wrote:And off to the side, covered in shadows, and caught in the grip of prophecy, his daughter saw echoes of their fates and watched with flat eyes.
She would mourn neither of them.
Shirian Grey wrote:“I know this one is your friend, grant me safe passage out of here, and I won’t kill him.”
Shirian Grey wrote:“Your terms are unacceptable.”
Shirian Grey wrote:thanks for the heads up, if you were curious about the prophecy bit, then I have a piece in production now that will explore that topic.