The Darkling Prince shortstoryThe Darkling Prince crouched upon the red tile roof tinged gold from the sinking sun in the west, hissing silently as it touched the bay waters like a molten coin. The sky shuddered and broke, clouds scattering like crumbs tossed to the birds by some nameless goddess of mercy. The wind swept up from the sea smelling of salt and mud and engine exhaust bringing with it a cluster of seagulls startled momentarily from their perusing of the small mountains of oyster shells discarded along the bay road by picnicker's and the local restaurants. The distant rumble of cars and motorboats slowly quieted as the day drew to a close and the fishermen and
Dr Jekyll OriginsThe sky was dark, not with night-but storm clouds. The air heavy with the scent of approaching rain, blasted dirt, metal, and … blood. He was accustomed to the scent of blood. It filled his every waking hour intermittent with waking and resting. Strangely, he found it calming. Where even the most hardened men shied at the sight and smell of a person's broken body giving up its life force to the earth, the sight gave his mind a sense of clarity in the chaos of the war. The surgeon part of his brain took over ignoring the sound of death around him, the bullets pattering the ground to dust and the distant thunder of cannons dimmed in his ef
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