Smoke punched him in the face. He backpedaled, forgetting his heels hung off a chasm. Overbalancing, he plummeted into the rainbow-hued mist of an uncaring sun rising for the last time. A falling star hit the ground in a shower of fiery sparks, kicking up the dust cloud extinguishing a forgotten sun’s light.
“You fool! You killed the Keeper of Light. Now we’re stuck with a millennium of arctic night until another’s born.”
“Actually, you’re not stuck with anything,” she said right before her forefinger claw stabbed the feathered son of the Wind through the eye. Now there was one less complainer in her new world order.
For TLT # 40
heeeey!!! another death toll!! geeez!!! you should put a death toll here also. hAHA
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Maybe I should. How many have I had? I don’t think there were that many unless you count Curse Breaker: Enchanted.
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oh yeah. i cannot recall too. i think i still hold the record. hehe
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You do though we’ll see if my books don’t even the score! 🙂
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HAHAHA! yeaaah!! they might!
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🙂 they very well might!
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hahaha
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🙂
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Your stories always amaze! This was so cleverly done. Seems like son of the wind got his lesson!
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Thank you! yes he learned too late complainers never win 😉
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Indeed.. 🙂
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🙂
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Love that metaphor…. ‘Smoke punched him in the face..’ Super! Hugs! ❤
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Thank you. It was the first thing that popped into my head when the image loaded. I ran with it as any sensible writer would 🙂
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Splendid!!!! Hugs! <
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Thank you!
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Hugs!<3
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🙂
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Hugs! ❤
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