THE FOREST
Trees of steel.
Leaves of glass.
Wild animals. And a red devil. The fiercest of them all.
THE TEMPEST
He closed his eyes when her lips were almost against his ear. She whispered a few words and he felt his heart singing.
He opened his eyes just to see her leaving. She turned the corner of the wall and she was gone.
THE QUEST
He was a hunter and he felt his heart sinking.
She was gone, her words were still in his ear.
They would be all he heard for many nights to come.
« Lupus delendus est »
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« EST », John Arnyeck, Lost Editions, 412p.