Head held high, she stepped toward the block and sank to her knees, and it was then that Akiva started to scream. His voice soared over the pandemonium - a scream to scour the souls of all gathered, a sound to drive ghosts from their nests.

Head held high, she stepped toward the block and sank to her knees, and it was then that Akiva started to scream. His voice soared over the pandemonium - a scream to scour the souls of all gathered, a sound to drive ghosts from their nests.

...and she felt the words come from some iron place within her that hadn't existed an hour ago. She didn't speak loudly, but there was such a change in her voice. Coming from that iron place, it was heavy and true; it wasn't persuasive, or desperate, or antagonistic. It just was.

I miss sunrise even more. The green scent of dawn in the forest? The color blushing back into the world, different every day.

Humanity, perhaps, that quality of benevolence that humans have, without irony, named after themselves.

It was as if she had emitted a pulse of radiation that reached him even where he stood, and it bathed him and it burned him.

It's not like there's a law against flying." "Yes there is. The law of gravity.