Riftspace, P2: Through the Glass
I’m not a poet, gods-damn it! but every syllable he makes is smooth, rounded. and his voice is hoarse, but with a pleasant lilt to it. it almost sounds like music. the prisoner’s in front of me now.
The Reaches of a Dream: Purpose
May it be endless for as long as it lasts" i quoted a poet whose name escaped me. rheia watched silently while i ate the food she had cooked "would you do me a favor, rheia?" "absolutely, sir" "keep an eye on meeya.
A Biography of a Human: "Dahlia in Summer"
Even poets were writing poems about humans now, many of them having humans slaves as their muses and companions when they travel the countryside for inspiration for their next work.
Pony Poets - Washing Day (3rd in series)
Washing Day The monster waddled up the path to the wash house, squelching with every step. It stalked it's prey, a salmon coloured mare, busying herself in an outhouse. Lowering its slime covered head, the monster approached with caution. "Not the...
Surface (Chapter 5)
For one thing, she'd wished it hadn't taken the suicide of a poet to lend her work notoriety, and had wondered where this fan base had been when she'd still been alive and would have needed them the most, rather than when they'd needed a martyr.
The Railroad - Terminus - 6.3
“i never knew foxes could be poets,” bob teased, giving me a glance that made me a bit self-conscious. “i hope i get the chance to see it with my own eyes someday.”
The Apostle of Freedom
Though his heart was that of a poet, his soul was that of a rebel, a dark wolf with eyes of hatred. the both hungered while doing what they could for the movement they believed in. they ate what they could steal.
W.O.L.F. 6 - Playful Void
Three of them were poets. really good poets. translations of their poems were present in almost all of the cultures capable of appreciating some form of art. except there was very little of it.
Dimming the Shadows
"mmm, my little warrior poet... you know i'll always be your shield." "thank god your a happy drunk."
Chapter 5 - Deception
#5 of valkyrie - pegasus - book 2 - the hand of gods chapter 5 â€" the fall "hope is something that is always left to chance" - eagalis willis - 19th century silmerian poet "the terra nova is attempting to flee" whispered an officer to commander
5. You're Probably High
Sure, i daydream, but i'm not a daydreamer, and i don't flit back and forth between focus and reverie like some kind of poet. that's why cecina didn't bother to double check that i was ready before she sprayed me; that's why i fell.
The Dimensional Traveler-Prologue
Chess is a poet after all, but the other stuff confused her. she started asking mcalligat what caused the house to be in this condition, when she heard a voice. "not what you expected, is it, annie?" the mysterious voice asked. "that's mr.