I could be her mother for most of our waking moments, and her lover when mischievous desires beckoned us.”
I smiled at the memories. Maybe Willowbud Autumnsong had gone mad a decade ago, and Night Eyes was the sane one, for all I saw now was a whipped dog trying to lie still, cautiously hoping that I’d had my fill of abuse, and she could scamper into the ash-filled void before I changed my mind. XXNX She usually plays with the older orphans, much to the chagrin of her tutors, who don’t want her to socialize with those of low class. It looked like a slow process from so high in the air, but my binocular vision revealed that the infernal circumference was expanding entire city blocks in a second. I looked up. I didn’t have time to end their hell; I was going for the
