Sonnets 129 Novels & Stories

It reminded them of their resolve; to be together and be independent at last. The alley that the twins took led them to a small plaza where it branched to five red brick paths. On the center of the plaza, there was a fountain on which a disfigured looking statue stood that under the flickering streetlamp, seemed almost threatening. It was vaguely humanoid, covered in moss and had a set of wicked horns and spikes on its back where the water trickled out. It seemed to succeed on unnerving Len. It was just then when Lars sensed a surprised jerk movement from Len. Len had heard something, his eyes widened and dead set on the branching road to their left. The road was left shadowed by willow tree

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; .....

The same evidence produced the same conclusions. "What did you just write," Don said. He did not look up from his journal. He was still writing, his pen moving across the page, but he had felt Ernest's attention and had responded without needing to see Ernest's face. "Nine springs," Ernest said. "Each one has the same spring and a different spring." Don finished the sentence he was writing. He set down his pen. He turned his journal so Ernest could see the page. He had written: The ninth spring is the ninth spring but it is also all nine springs at once. The accumulation does not replace the previous — it contains them.

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'

Emily clutched Jason's hand tightly as Sonia closed her eyes, raised both hands slightly over the stone, and began to chant in a voice that was steady but carried an ancient strength: "Spirits of the past and shadowed truth, Guardians of the spellbound youth, Unveil the path from dark to flame, Show me the heart who dares proclaim. Eyes of fire and blood-stained night, Reveal the thief who holds cursed might. By root, by sky, by bone, by tree, Unlock the gate and let me see." A soft wind stirred inside the room, though no windows were open. The dust began to lift in the air and circle around Sonia. Her hands trembled slightly as she continued:

Wi' nocht but clouds and hills to hear me, And when the world to rest was laid I'd watch for dawn and wish her near me, Till one by one the stars were gone, The moor-cock to his mate called clearly, And daylight glinted on the burn Where red-deer cross at mornin' early. The sweet, almost mournful tone tugged at Joanna's heart. The years are long, the work is sair, And life is aftimes wae and wearie, Yet Foyer's flood shall cease to fall Ere my love fail until my dearie. I'd loved her then, I loved her now, And could the world wad be without her.

Love; the word felt as though it was too easily thrown from mouth to mouth, but his mind couldn't help but wander to the antiquated words of Edmund Spenser. "My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great-Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But stronger grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, and feel my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous thing may be told; That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice. And ice, which is congeal’d with senseless cold, should kindle fire by wonderful device?"