Tag: silver
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The Only Silver
We press onward through the night, hands clasped, sleepstepping through nightmare marshes, leading one another, blind and deaf and breathing in the scent of blood and moonlight, the only silver that can touch us without leaving a scar. Tags: blood, moon, night, poem, poems, poetry, silver, werewolf, writing
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The Autumn Queen No. 7 – The First Time
This is #7 of The Autumn Queen. To start at the beginning, go here. PREVIOUS * * * The moon had gone dark the first time he crept into the bartizan. He had clear eyes then, unruined. Even in the black he could see her, where she sat at her loom, weaving stories to…