Identity: Chapter Thirty-Nine
Once the news had gotten out that the prophet had claimed his eighth victim, the media uproar was louder than ever.
EXODUS: THE PRIDE-LANDS PROLOGUE
The deserts of Africa were loud with wind gusting everywhere, from the land of Egypt, to the Out-lands. There, one man walked, he was blocking the raging wind that caught sand by using his left hand. He remembered what happened today, oh, so much,...
Meet the Black Stars; Wintro's Story
"just remember malero, the shadow prophet does not stomach failure!" khraven threatened before all three of the holograms faded away.
The Force
"the prophet took them! about an hour ago, he headed for the camp in the hills about 80 miles to the north. son of a bitch, abandoned us!"
Commentary on the Apocalypse
Self-proclaimed prophets came out of the woodworks and converted thousands, maybe millions.
Identity: Chapter Twenty-Eight
There was a big article about him; questioning "who is the prophet?" and speculating on why the police had not yet caught him. _no one would ever guess who i really am_, he thought.
Introduction
It is run by the seer, the oldest and most skilled prophet in the archives. an army of prophets called writers spend their lives recording everything they see, everything that happens in the world. they work in three large groups.
Identity: Chapter Fifty
"you think _he_ is the prophet?" "i suspect" was all ned could say. he reached for the door, then stopped. "before i go...why me? why'd you call me instead of montoya or diego? they've got far more experience..."
Doegeir Irlymi
The holy prophet of regret has decided that it was pointless to follow. instead, he gives the order to capture as many demons as possible, but for what reason?
Flux (Poetry)
Like the prophet, i fear i won't. ends are certain. the middles, not. that is a truth. or so i'm told. i grow too old. and yet i'm young. 'tis paradox. one dear to me. if life is flux and i water, then why do i now seem to drown.
Prophecy
#19 of poetry, both old and new they say that 20 percent of your dreams are prophetic; of events that have yet to happen.
How To Howl - A Poem
That's what _they_ think, in all their might but what they don't get is there ain't no prophet to tell dry from sopping wet to tell god from wolf from pet-- to tell when you're your own net, that you're your own _they_ the straw-man made from