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When it was done, I took out the knife and nicked his throat. I was surprised when it didn’t wake him. I ran my finger over the blood and lifted it to my mouth.
“Stop!” Yanni yelled, urgently. “Do not taste his blood, Antonius You do not wish to give him control over you.”
I stood there, my finger dripping with Valerius’ blood, and stared at Yanni. “What are you talking about?” I said.
I banged open the door. It smashed into one of the servanti who had been standing just inside. He needed to work on his reflexes. He was stunned, so I left him for Yanni and moved into the room toward the next servanti.
I hit him, hard, across the jaw. He blinked and stumbled backwards. “Why?” he asked inanely. Then he did something, and suddenly there was this odd light around him. It made him look like he was glowing. It made it harder to make out his face. That didn’t matter. I knew where his head was and hit him again.
Hello everyone out there!
Yes, I am still hanging around slowly chugging along. I am finally getting to update The Shadows of Sicily with the bits that have been sitting on my computer since last June. Or at least some of them. When I finished Camp NaNoWriMo last June I was in the middle of two chapters. One of them had gotten very long, and I realised I needed to go back and place someone else's perspective in the middle.
While Decentius and Agapios sat inside talking in vague riddles to plan our futures, I was stuck outside with the cart, Nikolaos and Yanni.
“Shall we move the merchandise over, then?” Yanni asked as soon as we stepped outside.
I rolled my eyes. It was bad enough being stuck out here where there was nothing interesting going on without having to do manual labour. Worse yet would be all the friendly banter I’d be forced to engage in. “Fine,” I said. “Let’s get it done with.”
“Do you have any way to control him?” I asked.
Vita thought for a moment, running his tongue slowly around the inside of his jaw. “Temporarily, especially if he is trying to make new ones. I simply deny him what he needs.”
“Will that control him, though?” I thought of the scratch I had seen on Decentius’ arm that he had tried to pass off as ‘nothing’. “Can you prevent him from simply taking it from you?”
Vita snorted. “I am far stronger than even Fabricius. He cannot take it from me.”
I nodded. This seemed a reasonable action. Rome was trying to take Sicily from Greece, and then could use all the soldiers they could find. Sneaking soldiers in would be less likely to provoke Greece, and might allow them to get an advantage in numbers without the Greeks being aware. Of course, either way my homeland was due to become a battlefield. “Were there any specifics mentioned? Names of people, or ships?” I asked.
Diamantina shook her head carefully. “No, but it sounded as though they would begin soon. ‘Before the moon turned’ I heard Fabricius say.”
I arose the next evening to see Calictus waiting at the foot of my bed. He was biting his beautiful full lip, and peering anxiously towards me. “Is something the matter?” I asked. I sat up, the sheets puddling in my lap, and looked at Calictus anxious face.
“Diamantina is gone, Donna. She went out with a client last evening while you were away and has not returned.” He returned to biting his lip, his eyes drawn and pitiful.
“Greetings, fair mortals, on this most illustrious of evenings,” Dionysus began. “You have gathered here to see a spectacle rarely beheld by mortal eyes.” He strode about the stage, jerking his head to look out toward the audience every few steps. “Few of you are worthy of such great a gift on your own, it seems, so before we begin, there must be a blessing.”
A month of poetry is done
A break, then, for now
For comics, and games, and edits
Then, onward, to write some more
Although it won't be poetry
My word count will increase
A Camp to get some damn thing done
My goal for this year: