Fake Marble Pillars Novels & Stories

Against each of the pillars inside the hall, Zee had erected tall, live green plants, which she tied to the pillars with brown woven ropes to keep them from falling off the pillars. In the middle of the hall, an artificial fire burned. At first glance, it looked like the kind of fire that one would make during camping with a few dry woods. However, Zee’s version was a bunch of real dry woods that surrounded a bunch of battery-operated candles that burned like real flames, the candles, wrapped with brown paper to make the whole set up appear real.

the ocean was a churning abyss of sapphire ink. At the edge of the cliffs, where the black sand met the water, stood a series of massive stone monoliths. They were carved in the shape of weeping women, their eyes leaking a constant stream of luminescent blue liquid into the surf. "The Pillars of the Tide," Hala whispered from her litter. She looked as if she were made of smoke now, her spirit barely tethered to her body. She pointed a trembling finger toward the center of the bay. "The Sapphire Throne's twin is beneath those waves, Elara. But it isn't a throne of ice. It is a Throne of Memory."

Rozi took out a flashlight, and Adrian taught her how to turn it on. When it was on, Rozi shone the light on the pillar and said, "The pillars have been around for a very long time. They’ve become encased in ice. It looks brittle and easily destroyed." Adrian nodded. He was unable to tell what was hidden within the pillars since they were frozen solid. After studying the pillar, he realized something was off about the engraving. Rather than being a simple engraving of a dragon, it was formed by countless humans in agony and despair. The humans’ bodies were joined together, forming the dragon.

It is like I have entered onto a film set in another period, a time gone by when Lords and Ladies rode in carriages and ruled the land. Pillars soar up to a Sistine Chapel type scene with half-nude muscular men and Rubenesque women; winged cherubs, and a horned demon or two. The floor, an intricate pattern of stone tiles, has been polished to such a high shine I can practically see my own reflection. The wide central staircase is made of white marble with intricately wrought balustrades. It has a red runner carpet on it that looks so pristine it makes me wonder about how many times a day it is cleaned. The walls are full of tall