“i love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. i love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lies darkly in my body. i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.”
— pablo neruda (xvii)
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death and i kissed a few times but they, too, thought someone else suit them better
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Dancing With Death
My thoughts on Dancing with Death by #JoanCoggin reissued by @GalileoPublishers #CrimeFiction #BookReview
A review of Dancing with Death by Joan Coggin – 240102
Well, what a transformation! The last time I met Lady Lupin, in Who Killed The Curate?, she was a ditzy, scatter-brained, former socialite who was trying to integrate herself into parish life as a new bride of the local vicar. Fast forward ten years, although Dancing with Death, now reissued by the admirable Galileo Publishers, was actually…
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The Rehabilitation of Death
Chapter 17: Drunken Gods
On this day, The Lamb declares a holy day. For a wedding, for a feast, and for a festival to celebrate the grand harvest.
Despite his initial reservations (and after a particularly horrid nightmare) Narinder decides to attend, if just to please the Lamb well enough that they'd leave him well enough alone after. That's the only reason, surely.
With followers intoxicated, the cult becomes a ground of wild party, and Gods are not immune to the temptation of overindulgence.
There's music, fighting, flirting, more fighting. There are shenanigans all evening; including but not limited to: uncomfortable socialization, reminiscing on one's past, impulsive decisions of the close-proximity sort, hide-and-seek games, and sparring with drunken, uncontrollable bloodlust that may or may not lead to a near-mental snap with eldritch power when you remember something you weren't supposed to.
Read Tags/Notes for Warnings. Chapter Wordcount: 25,674
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the dance of death
illustration from a manuscript of the "totentanz" by wilhelm werner von zimmern, swabia, c. 1575
source: Stuttgart, Landesbibl., Cod. Donaueschingen 123, fol. 84v
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