I have just seen Tom Percival's rough version of what the paperback cover for The Dying of the Light ... and all I can say is WOW.
This cover needs to be a poster. You'll be seeing it yourself in a matters of weeks, and then you can join me in demanding more posters. MORE!
Before the paperback of TDOTL comes out, of course, there'll be the paperback edition of Armageddon Outta Here. We'll be using a slightly altered version of the hardback cover for this because I didn't want anyone out there picking it up thinking it's one of the main books — I want it to be as obvious as possible that it's a collection of stories. There ARE going to be three new stories in it, though, about which I'll go into more detail closer to publication.
The Skulduggery series is, of course, now over, and I'm working on this mysterious new trilogy of mine. I had a third of it written by the time TDOTL was released, and then I went on a tour that took me to the other side of the world, and writing stopped.
When I got back, I had to write those three new short stories for AOH — so writing of the new series was postponed.
Then I needed a break. I just needed one or two weeks to just stop working and relax. So no writing got done.
Then it was December, and I sat down to write the remaining two thirds of the book. And I sat. And I sat. And nothing was happening. My absolute deadline for getting the first book finished was the end of January, and I had a LOT to do. But nothing was happening.
The writing had stalled.
This, as you can imagine, was not good. This was ever-so-slightly worrying. It had happened before, of course. It had happened with The Faceless Ones and again with Kingdom of the Wicked. Writer's block? Maybe. If such a thing exists, then I probably had it.
December carried on. I spoke to my agent and my editor just before the Christmas break, because the title I had been planning on using (or something similar) had been used by someone else a year earlier. We'd been having discussions about what it was going to be called now. None of my ideas were hitting in the way I needed.
But then, right before the Christmas break, the title came to me. No, I'm not going to tell you what it is — not yet. But it came to me and my eyes widened, and I sent off an email. A short email. Two words long. My title. My agent and my editor got back to me immediately — perfect.
We got on the phone, discussed it, said merry Christmas, and hung up.
Happy once again, I sat down at my desk and began to WRITE.
Except I didn't.
The book was still stalled.
The day before Christmas Eve I was sitting at my computer, staring at the screen. I remembered how I had been blocked when writing The Faceless Ones and Kingdom of the Wicked. When I was writing TFO, I was in the process of buying a house and I was about to move in. Something like this is incredibly distracting, and probably accounted for my inability to write. I broke through that block one day (on New Year's Eve, 2008) simply because enough time had passed. I didn't question it, I just wrote. When I was writing KOTW, I got halfway through and things slowed down. I wasn't blocked, exactly, but I wasn't inspired. There was something missing. I looked at the title — Kingdom of the Wicked — and I asked myself what does this title say to me?
For some reason, it said 'alternate dimension'.
That's what was missing. Immediately I was writing about shunting and Mevolent and a world ruled by sorcerers, and slotting all that into what I'd already written about Argeddion and Kitana.
So, two days before Christmas, I looked at this title I'd just come up with, and I asked myself what does this title say to me?
And it told me. And suddenly everything changed.
The core idea is still the same — it's still about a 16 year old girl who is being chased across America by demons — but it has grown. It has expanded. It has evolved.
So I scrapped what I'd written. I managed to salvage maybe half of it, but that meant I was now even worse off than I had been. The thing is, though, I was now inspired. This was FUN again.
My deadline is still the end of this month. In the last week, I have written enough to that I have once again got a third of it written. I calculate that I will need to write twice as much as I usually do per day to get it done in time. Yesterday was my first attempt to do this. I wrote EXACTLY twice as much as I usually do. Yesterday was a good day. Today is going to be a good day too.
It has to be.
Friday, January 9, 2015
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«Oldest ‹Older 601 – 800 of 4833 Newer› Newest»(Not great. I kept messaging Jaimie with all my personal... stuff, and I don't know what happened, she stopped responding and even left Blogland for a bit earlier today and I know she'll deny this but it is at least partly my fault, stressing her out.
She is so underappreciated and I don't know how to make it up to her because I'm pretty useless tbh.
I just hope she's okay :/
(Don't apologise for not knowing somebody, it's okay.))
(Absolutely none taken.)
(Film, Audra?)
(*is uncomfortable about puppets*)
She's probably ok, Tanya. It is late in the United Kingdom, she's probably asleep.
Speaking of sleep, shouldn't you be asleep?
Film? What about them, Tanya?
(I won't deny that telling people all your problems can lead to some emotional weight. Now I don't like speaking for others, but I'm fairly confident that she will have accepted the burden willingly. But what you are not is useless.)
Oh yeah, she is probably just asleep.
I should probably be asleep too.
But pish on that.
(Could you recommend a film to watch, please? Preferably one that isn't over four times as old as me? (I am not in an old film mood :/)
Let's hope she is. And it's the weekend, so no, no sleep yet.))
Maleficent? Um, Cat In Paris? Secret of Kells?
I apologize, I don't watch many films.
Hello...?
*hugs Fly* Hello, you! :)
(Okay. Do you have a favourite film?)
Hey Fire Fly. How are things?
(*huggles* Hey Kas. I would recommend Beastly - it's like a modern day Beauty and the Beast.)
Yes, Maleficent.
Hello Fire Fly, how are you?
*Looks at the man blankly* Uh... Alright...? How do you know my name...?
(I'm okay now, at least. How are you?)
We met a couple of days ago, remember?
Ah, that would explain it. I forget everything as soon as I fall to sleep...
*Tanya appears near Fly and Trip*
(Very, very, very, very stressed.
And worried about Danni and Jaimie because of similar and different reasons.
Not that great, basically. But better than 24 hours ago...
...)
Stay at least ten paces from me, infected.
(*hugs Kas* I'm sorry about that...)
*looks down at herself, scared* Am I infected?! With what?!
No. *points at Tanya*
Her. Him? You're pretty androgynous.
But they're infected by Erebus with a mind shadow. No longer got any free will.
*steps closer to Trip, a dagger in her hand*
Look, I can explain.
*Quickly scoots behind Trip and peeks around his shoulder* What's Erebus...?
*for every step Tanya takes, he takes one back*
You can explain over there, with your dagger sheathed.
Erebus is the ancient god of darkness, hell bent on extinguishing all light in the universe.
And can also take over people's minds, like he did to Tanya here. If you have a weapon, I suggest you draw it.
Oh... That's not good... *Pats down her pockets, looking for a weapon. Comes up with a envelop opener* I don't know if this is a weapon....
*smirks* You'd be surprised.
Oh, no, I need the dagger to make my point.
*nods*
*doesn't stop advancing towards Trip*
*keeps moving back, pushing Fire Fly back. He draws his swords and his energy flows into it*
And what is that point?
Well, I don't know if I can use it...*Looks at Trip's weapons and nods* They are deadly. This isn't... *Keeps stepping backwards behind Trip*
My point is that I need to be close to you and have my dagger out to make my point. I'm not just walking towards you and avoiding the subject for the hell of it.
((I really wanted to do this part of the rp with Sil as it would be an emotional experience.
So if you wouldn't mind attacking
...Tanya until she backs down.)
(Sorry, that would be unbelievably out of character for Trip. He just doesn't do that.)
What do you intend to do with that dagger?
(If you attack, I will be ankle to keep a certain something hidden as it is related to Sil and Jai would read the rp and the revelation will be ruined.
So... attack?)
(...of the Valkyries?
Get it?
Topical?)
(Erm... Fire Fly? Could you do it? Just, panic or something?)
(Not ankle, unable.)
*She gripped the envelop opener tightly in her hand. Something wasn't right. Someone was going to get hurt. She held the knife between two fingers and threw it at Tanya before retreating a few meters*
Fire Fly wait!
(Thanks)
All right, Trip, the lady gets it!
*launches herself forward at Fly at incredible speed*
*as she attacks, Trip darts at Tanya, slashing at her neck*
(*hums a jolly tune*)
*tackles Fly to the ground, looking confused as blood starts dripping on to Fly*
*grips her neck, hissing*
*her own neck
*in a flash Trip is by Tanya's side and kicks for her stomach*
*Appears without a sound, watching the scuffle with a calm expression*
(Hey, Erbie!)
(Fly?)
Big man, kicking a bleeding woman who's looking the other way, aren't you?
You approached us with a knife and refused to sheath your knife.
Also, I know you're under his control. *points at Erebus*
So, your argument's a bit done.
*doesn't look around to where Trip's pointing*
I calmly approached you two.
Fly threw a knife at me and you cut me with one.
And yet I'm the aggressor here.
I guess I didn't get the memo that she'd be practicing her throwing skills and you'd be trying to murder anyone who gets too close to you.
You approached me with a knife, which I asked you to put away, and you refused.
Also please, I cut you with a sword.
Anyway, I know you're trying to do the whole integrate yourself back into society and fool people thing, but you can't fool me, I watched you get mind controlled!
*Is suddenly behind Trip, having made no sound while he moved*
You speak as though it matters.
*Reaches for Trips shoulder, shadows already circling his hand*
(Sorry, I've had a little puppy fall asleep on me and haven't been able to move my hands to get my iPod...)
*She screamed and wiped the blood away from her, scrambling backwards. She noticed the man behind Trip*
TRIP!!
*he spins moving with one leg to trip Tanya and using his spare hand snaps his palm out. A ripple of energy flies forward to knock Erebus back, Trip's sword slashing for his stomach*
Run!
Hath not a mind-controlled person eyes? Hath not a mind-controlled person hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a non-mind-controlled person is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?
if you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
*She got to her feet and bolted into the trees*
*The blast knocks him back a few paces, heels kicking up a trail of dirt. The sword, however, passes directly through him leaving a thin trail of shadows*
Tanya, after her.
*jumps over Trip's foot, and pushes Trip towards Erebus*
*runs towards Fly*
The shadow man got him! Run, Fly!
*she suddenly solidifies behind Erebus, hugging him*
OH MY GLOB BLAKE YOU'RE NO LONGER DEAD I MISSED YOU HOW DID THAT HAPPEN WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING TRIP
*she takes in a Hughes breath then hugs Erebus tighter, grinning*
(Well that was unexpected, Duggy! (Hey!))
Dug! Get away from him! That's Erebus!
Dug, go after Tanya, help Fire Fly! I can take this fool.
(Herrow Dug! How was your day?)
(XD Yo! How be's yous and yous eyes
!?)
(Are we like Starfleet? Night shifts and all...))
*A look of disgust crosses his face for a moment before he smiles*
Hey Dug, actually Trip's been spreading rumors that Erebus is in control of me now or something. He attacked Tanya because apparently I'm mind controlling her...
*her eyes widen and she quickly turns back into mist, floating after Tanya and the person she assumes to be Fire Fly*
(My eyes be fine, thank ye.)
*after hearing what Erebus said she stops, confused*
Um.....
(My day was great, thanks! How be's yous and yous eyes?!)
(:3)
And now that I think about it, Fly threw a knife at Tanya too.
*His expression hardens as he looks at Trip*
I'm making sure they don't try it again.
Dugglyn, Blake has come suspiciously back to life and now Erebus is for some reason free.
Or, Erebus is controlling him and trying to confuse people.
Which is more plausible?
Gtg
(Awwkay, bye, Duggy!)
This isn't even how Blake would react if I'd been taken control of by Erebus. He would have tried to restrain me.
Toodloo Dug!
(Bye Dug. - J)
(And can I just say that I really like the word androgynous.)
(I think it's pretty good too)
Have I tried to harm you yet? You've got no idea what I was trying to do with those shadows.
I don't care to find out.
A shame.
*Darkness envelopes the area, rendering anyone within the radius blind*
*He walks casually towards Trip, his footfalls making no noise*
(Ooh second breakfast club!)
*Erebus can hear a deep breath*
I... can still... s-see y... ou...
Looking past the physical plane are you? Let us see how long your sanity holds.
*Erebus opens the full scope of his being to Trip (Um... yeah I literally can't explain this. Work with that for what Trip is experiencing right now. - J)*
(Eh, that's the soul plane in a nutshell. Completely anathema.)
Thanks... I waaas.. hopng... to see this...
(Mk so allow me a quick explanation here. When a god is in their true form mortals who look at them are incinerated on the spot. When a titan is in their true for you get the same effect just by being near them. Now imagine four or so generations above that. That's a primordial. - J)
(Well, Trip isn't actually looking at Erebus. He's just... sensing him.)
(True and I considered mentioning that. But still, consider the gap in mental capacity and complexity. Not degrading Trip at all, but Erebus, as Alastair said, is as old as creation. - J)
(But that's the beauty of looking at things on the soul plane, you're just given a whole load of information. Incomprehensible isn't really something that exists on the soul plane. Not to mention, Trip has gotten very good at comprehending the idea of the incomprehensible over the years, what with his swashbuckling life of adventure.)
(Good bye, Fly! Maybe you'll remember me...)
(Yes, goodbye!)
(Perhaps, I still doubt the ability of any person to experience what Trip is now and still maintain their sanity but I'm really in no mood to argue with anyone. - J)
(Sanity isn't something Trip has done for a long time.)
So, are yo... ou goiing ttto try annnnd... drt me.....?
It would help very much if you spoke coherently.
*Shadows extend through the air as quickly as bullets towards Trip*
(Silly Trip didn't run >:D
Also name change :S *waves arms about*)
*Trip yelps in pain as the shadows hit him, but before Erebus can capitalise on his advance, Trip pulls a light green cylinder from his pocket and snaps it. Immediately he disappears*
(XD Five nights as Frodo's...)
(Serves Erebus right for advancing his capitalist agenda.
Long live Trip, defender of communism!)
(Er... yeah! Sure!)
(Tolken approves.)
*Erebus releases the darkness shrouding the area with a small grin*
As though distance matters...
*Trip stumbles to the door in his bar and makes sure it's locked. From there he moves to behind the counter and makes sure there's no shadows in the wounds*
*knocks on the bar door*
Trip?
Bugger off, yer barred!
*Apparently to Trips dismay darkness is exactly what is in the wounds. Not as though he could tell by looking at the surface, as the second they made contact they had begun working towards his brain*
Ah, dammit. *he bolts for the stairs, speeding up into the attic*
It's people like you who are ruining this place! Why did you even bar me? I'm an upstanding citizen!
*grumbles about taking over Blogland*
Oh, look. It appears I'm casting a shadow.
You know why I barred you!
*Trip is fumbling around with various affairs, his skin glowing purple around his wounds, trying to fight off the shadows*
Of course I don't remember, I must have had way too much vodka, comrade!
No one's around! You can just be god damn evil!
*a sharp stabbing pain causes Trip to drop the orb he was holding*
Bugger...
*he picks it back up again*
*Walks up behind Tanya without a sound*
How fares our good Mr. Castalan?
*hears a noise*
*ignores it, and starts drinking Trip's coke and other soft drinks, leaving payment on the table*
Sure, maybe my money is too good for Mr purebloods-only, but I don't care.
Dying, or something close to it.
(Tanya you were outside and locked out. It's a fairly standard building, four walls and a door, essentially. And unfortunately you're on the outside. So sadly, you could not drink all my drinks.)
Oh I do not think he will die. After all, a dead body is no fun.
*frowns*
*is not drinking anything*
(Damn your basic logic!)
*he puts the orb down and checks his chest. The shadows are advancing slower than he anticipated. Good.*
*Sighs*
He has been a bit of a thorn, I suppose I should make sure he does not do anything regretful.
*With a small gesture the shadows in Trip become frantic, they rush towards their target without regard for any damage they may cause so long as it is not fatal*
*Trip unleashes a howls of pain as he watches the shadows advance*
*doubled over he shuffles into the shadows of the bar's attic*
*howl
(Sleepy. Good night!)
(Sleep well)
(It's late. Go to sleep, guys! Good night.)
(Good night.)
(You too, Trip (and J!))
*In the darkness Trip puts on a necklace with a large rock on it around his neck. Suddenly, he falls to his knees. With a low grunt he tries to reach a lotus flower, and just about manages to pick a petal before he falls to the floor. As the world darkens around him and the shadows tear up his skin, clawing for his mind he just about manages to bite some off before the world goes black*
...
How dramatic.
*He quietly pops another piece of popped corn into his mouth.*
(Ah, yes. I love a bit of drama from time to time. How are you Sir? It's been a long time.)
*appears by Trip* Can I help you?
For you, perhaps, Mr. Castalan. I do have a propensity for lurking, as it stands.
In any case, I am as well as I can be expected to be, which is to say, evidently better than your character. How are you?
*sighs slightly* Well, I suppose you're unconscious now. *stands around and waits to see if he'll wake up*
(Well, as Tanya said it's a tad bit on the late side. Gentlemen. *Tips an imaginary hat and strolls off into the mist. It's all very dramatic. Trust me*)
Given the circumstances, I find it a tad difficult to place my trust in you, Mr. Soul.
However... In matters of drama, I suppose, you do have quite the bit of experience.
*is currently unconscious and drooling on the floor*
*suddenly, a small box begins to glow, and Alistair's vision is replaced by an image of Trip on a white background*
Hello. If you're watching this, Erebus got me. I'm now going to be walking around, talking as if everything I was saying was some big foolish mistake or joke. Or maybe, I'll still be saying Blake has been taken over by Erebus, but I'll be doing it in an unconvincing or alienating way. Whatever I'm doing, I'm not me, do not trust me.
First things first, whoever you are, do not trust myself, Tanya, Blake, Chione or any of their family. Erebus could have any of them under his control by now. And if you know of anyone who has been alone with them who is not Alistair, then add them to my list.
Secondly, do not worry about us. Erebus' plan is to-
*suddenly the image of Trip disappears and only a sharp inhalation of breath can be heard. A moment later he returns*
Sorry about that, I haven't much time left. Now, Erebus' plan is to extinguish all light in the universe. You have to stop him. If you find Silente and Bethany, they know more, and if they don't, then ask Lilliana, she certainly will.
Stop him, and save us all. And don't go near Blake/Erebus. He'll just turn you into a puppet as well.
*Alistair's vision returns to the dark attic*
(Well I'm doing very well, but yes, Trip TC is in something of a bad way, isn't he. But at least Fire Fly and Dugglyn escaped.)
Indeed, a lucky turn of events for the pair.
I am gladdened to hear that you, at least, feel well.
(Thank you, that's very kind of you. How have you been since we last spoke?)
Well, both I and myself have been fairly well, all things considered.
(Oh excellent.)
Indubitably, Mr. Castalan. Thank you for your query.
(I actually have little else of import to say. Yourself?)
Mr. Castalan, it would be very difficult for even myself to find something in my mind that is not senseless inanity.
Hableeetapolombier?
...
Certainly.
Sir Reingington, that is very rude.
I have always been regarded by others as terribly confrontational.
Yes, but insulting my toenails is just uncalled for!
I apologize deeply, Mr. Castalan. I should have realized that you were especially sensitive on matters of podiatry.
Thank you, a proper apology means a lot to me.
It would, wouldn't it, Mr. Castalan?
Self-evidently.
Shelf 31, Blue Room 6, The Library, Undisclosed Location, Planet Earth (presumably)
"What the ^#(( happened to you? I... I was worried."
"I was dead. I'm sorry."
"You were what now?"
Loud metallic clang
"I was dead. For about a month, or two depending on how you count."
"You've been gone longer than that. I looked everywhere! I... I'd just about given up."
"I sent you a letter."
"A letter that said absolutely nothing!"
"You'd have been worse off if you'd known the details."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?! I was worried. I never worry. About anything!"
A small noise, maybe a laugh, maybe a sob, maybe just a hiccup.
"I'm sorry... I didn't want you to see me while I was still in that mental state. It might have--"
"You're my best friend. In fact, you're one of the three people who tolerates my presence for any length of time. The other two being my boyfriend and my cat. Oh, wait, a cat isn't a person. I guess that makes two then. Still though. You can't just disappear on me!"
"I wasn't planning to disappear...not for long."
"I know a lie when I hear one, missy. You didn't stop to think. Not about me, not about your family, not about your friends in that Blogland place, not about--"
"I just... I was sick of being a burden to all of you."
"What? You're not--"
"Please, just don't say anything. I don't want to go back there again."
"Back where? Blogland or..."
A moment of silence
"I'm not sure what else you were going to say, but probably both."
"Oh."
"Look, I know you're probably really, really mad at me right now."
"Oh, yes. Definitely. The next time--"
"And I know that I'm probably the last person in the universe you want to speak to right now."
"Second to last. After Medusa."
"Um, should I take that as a compliment?"
"Probably not."
"Okay then."
Silence
"You were going somewhere with this, right? Not just, like, making sure I was really mad at you."
"What? Oh, yeah, I was. Are you willing to listen? It's important."
"...fine."
"Thank you. Thank you so much."
Static
Oh bother. Just as they were about to get to the good bit. I need to find something else to make bugs out of, something that she won't be able to detect. I think I've heard enough, though, to know where I need to go next.
(Oh no, TripTC! :c)
(And soy for disappearing so suddenly, our cab arrived (we're at a hotel))
*wanders around Blogland, away from where Trip and Erebus were, trying to find someone to confirm one of their stories*
Are you looking for someone?
Well then.
À bientôt.
OMG! Derek is writing a new book series! I can't believe it and I can't wait to read them. I was so upset when I thought that SP had finished but we're also getting new stories too! You're awesome Derek.
I wish. More than anything. More that life! I wish.
Oh, there is someone else here. Hi there.
(Hello Adriadne. How are you?)
I'm alright thanks, why are you speaking in brackets?
(You're title sounds very promiscuous. Are you New to blogland?)
(I speak in parentheses because its safer. And author zone. It shows that I'm not role-playing a plot and that I am, in fact, speaking as an author.)
Blogland...? and uh yeah, if you mean the blog this is my first time on. A friend said to check it out. I don't think she comments though...
Safer? Author zone?
Wait, you guys RP here? that's awesome...
(We call it blogland. And your friend is wise. Welcome! Usually, there are people here. British afternoon/night seems to be the busiest times..)
Oh. So it's not normally this quiet then?
(You have to dedicate the page btw.
Safer because I won't be mistaken for my character.)
(Sometimes it is. Things get busier later usually.
And yes! We rp.)
Dedicate the page? to what?
(To anything. The first person to comment on a page has to dedicate the page to something/one of their choice.)
(*walks in* Dia duit, mo chairde!)
Then I guess i'll dedicate to Derek's new book series and Blogland
Oh! another person. Hi, Velvet.
(Hear hear!
Hey velv. Hehehe. New person! *evil grin*)
Um...why is she grinning like that...?
(*smiles politely at Ad(can I call you ad?)*
You'll see...
*looks at Velv*
Can I can I can I please please please please pleaseeeeeeeeeeee?)
(Wait no not Ad. Aria)
Uh...wouldn't it made more sense to call me Ari?
(Hear hear!
*smirks at Ariadne* Hi...
*grins back at Sil* I'm guessing she hasn't been... Welcomed yet...)
(*shakes head*
Not Ari! Ari taken..)
(*looks at Jai* Of course! Just so long as I can help...)
(She hasn't not yet please please please please please please pleeeeeeease can iiiiiiiiiii?!)
(*frowns* Wait Jai, who's Ari?)
Do you say 'Hear Hear' after someone dedicates?
And I have...Silente welcomed me...
(Go ahead! Just let me help too!)
(Okay! That's fair! Hhahahahaha MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!)
(*laughs with Jai*)
*smiles at Aria, slowly approaching the girl*
*looks twelve, although she is incredibly graceful in her movements and paler than a normal human*
*eyes sparkling in anticipation*
*purrs out* hello.
(*steps closer to Ariandne* Don't worry too much about, hopefully you will come out in relatively one piece...)
(Shhhh we aren't crazy! I know I'm crazy therefore I cant BE crazy because crazy people don't know they're crazy! Crazy, huh?)
(*looks shocked* Adam! I'm not crazy! Do you want to continue from yesterday? I poofed...)
Hi, Adam. *Shakes his hand*
*Backs away from the girls, her head snapping between them*
Little help over here?
(Isn't that a Johnny Depp quote?)
*smiles pleasantly with a hint of malice*
*slowly circles Aria*
Shhh...don't worry...this is allllllll okay...
*getting closer with each full circle made*
*smiles more, showing pointed teeth*
(Yes it is! *high fives Aria* finally! Someone recognises one of my quotes!)
(*High fives*)
*Keeps backing away*
*Slams against a tree*
Um...
*grins*
*tilts her head back slightly, scenting the air*
You're new..I love fresh blood..
*stalks towards her, no longer circling, just stalking her prey*
What's your name, stranger?
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