AWED FACES

© Dana W. Paxson 2005

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AWED FACES

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The battle crept to its finish in the back of the empty utility room. Beams flared as Jeddin ripped the head free from the last of Arlen‘s little men and drifted to Andrew‘s side. In the deadly slow ichor of time, the remains of Arlen sagged gradually to the floor.

Marande and the surviving rebel soldiers floated together to watch with awed faces: Andrew, oblivious even to the profound bass of Angie‘s decelerated voice thudding angrily in his ears, knelt over Arlen‘s body, and shared with Jeddin and Turiosten and Onnhasshakh and Arhnhashokha a hot and raw and gratifying feast.

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