Where Wild Things Roam
“What you have brought, so be returned. Wood to ash as fire burns. I give you back all that you deserve.”
The flowers flare bright, burning white hot like magnesium and Carson’s unearthly agonized scream rings through the night’s gelid air. Through the talisman, I feel him push back. At the ends of their roots, the lilies wither and droop.
Across the too short distance, Carson looks at his hands, pats his body after the flowers flared on him. “Well that was sure as fuck something.” He dusts off. “Too bad for you. When you going to get it through that pretty head of yours, princess? I’m an immortal god now. Listen, this has all been very educational, but it’s gotten dull, so I’m going to go.
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