Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 4
A swirl of scent, dry, a bit musty, tinted with the depth of the cloth and leather bindings of books, the cool warmth of ink, the oddly savory ping of vellum.
Ghost in the Sea
Racks of leather, vials of ink, and a bewildering array of printing presses filled every available inch of the cramped, dimly lit space.
Demonic Possession
The mark would be black like ink if the demon was sleeping, but red like blood if the demon was awakened. the mark was most common on a person's upper body. victims of possession slowly undergo a transformation into a garr that is irrevocable.
Of Ice and Earth
After that, the icewing was a whirlwind of movement, snatching a seal-ton of ink and parchments and stuffing them into a bag as he practically dived out of the den and ran back to his house.
Poem #62: Colors Deep
Take me for a drive down the open road of sorrow and of joy listen for the blissfulness wistfullness and glee let the black tar carpets roll underneath my feet of lead and acid rains of fire rain down on my cloudy head i feel the black ink
A Drop in the Pool
He fell with anticipation as what first appeared to be inky black depths below him, was just an unimaginably vast and deep sea of ink, black shadowy ink.
But Not Gone
"get lost, manek," she spat at him, gingerly drawing the ink pens closer to her as she did.
wander ~ Chapter 6
There was also the quiet scratching of cheap ballpoint pen on paper and that kind of rattling sound you get from the ink refill clattering against the interior plastic of the barrel, pausing whenever we did to think.
Exile: Rage
It had been a very loose interpretation of the image presented to him, and since 'a blob of ink' was not an acceptable answer he'd practically made up every answer as he went along. "and this?"
TwoKinds: In the Service of Greed (Chapter 1)
Some shelves held scrolls or ink bottles, some just ledgers. this private room had everything in it, including a view out to the courtyard where they came in. "i was told you could help me? my brother has been put under a curse...."
One Good Deed: Part 3
He set it on the cavern floor and pulled out his vial of ink. “you just have to let me put ink on your paw, and you can press it against the pages here.” he smiled to the hatchlings and gestured to the vellum.
Resolutions - Part 12 - December
"i hate that our futures are determined by pieces of paper with ink on them. it's like the world's just full of malicious fortune cookies," i said and gritted my teeth.