Ritual of Re-entry (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the possum looked up from his altar and the offering he'd made, and out towards the stars and skies beyond.
Prologue to The kings of Dust
Terrified, caleb looked up from the altar. the wind had picked up from nowhere and with a howl it began blasting debris to and fro in a tempest.
Chosen of Ashurha II: Blood of the Fallen
At the far end of the path was a jewel-encrusted altar of the same black stone as the rest of the structure, caked with the blood and dirt of times long since passed.
A Hairy Problem
The granite slab, however, resembled a new and unused altar with edges that looked sharp enough to cut.
The Risen Curtain - Chapter 9: Talk Between Friends & the Memorial
They dipped a little of the wax of their candles into the altar, and secured the candles in place. once they did, they remained kneeled in front of the altar. henry sighed, and he looked at the side.
Things vaginas are called
Dumpster, tuna town, split dick, bikini bizkit, cock holster, cockpit, snooch, kitty kat, poody tat, grassy knoll, cold cut combo, jewel box, rosebud, curly curtains, furry furnace, slop hole, velcro love triangle, nether lips, where uncle's doodle goes, altar
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 7: Returning Home
The pair stood up and moved towards the altar to open the hideout. dougal stopped and called to jinn. "what is it?" dougal fumbled a bit with the words, unsure of how to say what was on his mind.
Dracius Origins XVII
The altar was made of marble and looked to be well used, the pulpit behind made of a much lighter wood, also well polished. the chapel was lit with oil lamps, mostly extinguished as natural light poured in through the windows.
Honour
Maryl stood before the altar and said the prayers to the gods, asking for their protection and good will over the city, the king and the people. as he felt the time draw close maryl ran a finger on the dagger in the center of the altar.
Three Mile Island
I, in the glow of my digital altar, while you do dream intricate fables that spiral down and into fantasy; i, in the glow of my world unreal do want to reach beneath your heart and enter in to vistas brillig. oh, curse these mortal forms!
Who are you?
I looked into the deepest shadows, the brightest altars, the most painful fasts, and all failed me. nothing in the realms of the physical or the spiritual produced the flame. but now know what it is, and how to quench it.
Curly's Backstory, v.1
They cursed him and defamed his altars in their temples. they struck his name from all the records and blotted him from history. then they stopped believing in him.