As they walked through the marsh, Sol couldn’t help but feel a sensation in the back of his head. “...Is it just me, or do you feel like you’re being watched..?”
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Jova raised an eyebrow, glancing around. "The ground is flat for miles around, my friend. If someone were watching us, I think we'd see them."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Paranoia is not unmerited in this place," Jova ventured. "Have you heard the stories?"
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Well, legend has it that when the sun goes down, soulless beasts wander the wastes, looking for some poor fool to feed them."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"...I beg your pardon?" Jova kept walking, but his steps faltered a bit. What had he just said? "Is that all over now?"
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
“...I dunno..? When the dark magic first overtook me- when I first got corrupted- I turned into a horrible, uncontrollable monster. The features remained when I could control myself again. I was on a rampage, and I hurt one of my friends...”
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"I certainly hope that doesn't happen again," Jova said stiffly. "I rather like being alive and unharmed, if it's all the same time." He was beginning to have misgivings about this particular companion.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"In where?" Jova picked up the pace; he was liking this conversation less and less and the sun was beginning to hang low in the sky. They would have to set up camp soon.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
“The dark woods... it was a portion of my town, known for its dark energy. A bit like this swamp, actually. It had a burst of dark magic when I went in, and I didn’t know about it...”
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"Ah, dark woods are never good." Jova shook his head. "I prefer the wide open sky to a bunch of curving trees and leaves. There's so much to wonder about up there!"
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
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