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October 26, 2021 - January 6, 2022
D could tell just by watching the transformation, which some might even term graceful, that the driver was not one of the genetically engineered and cybernetically enhanced fakes the vampires had spread across the world.
Never heard a werewolf transformation described as graceful, but I kinda like it.
The year is A.D. 12,090. The human race dwells in a world of darkness. Or perhaps it might be more accurate to call it a dark age propped up by science.
cryptesthesia,
Interesting
I will taste the sweet blood as it seeps from his wounds, and after I have kissed his pale and withered lips, I shall tear open my own breast and let the hot blood of the Nobility course down his gaping throat.”
It doesn't matter the era or author. All vampires are such dramatic hoes.
The second she opened the batwing doors of the saloon,
Have never heard the term batwing doors for saloon doors, and now I'm torn over which I like more.
“But before we do, kindly release the young lady. If she were ugly, it might be another matter, but to treat a beautiful woman in such a manner is a grave breach of etiquette.”
Ah, Rei you can do better than that.
And of course there was no means of egress to be seen on the rock walls that boasted mass beyond reckoning.
The girl, of course, was Doris.
Yes we know.
“Understood.” The voice that came over his shoulder sounded satisfied.
???
Looking in the brush to D’s left, at the feet of a statue diagonally behind him, right behind his back—there was now a circle of countless Gimlets fifteen feet from him in any direction.
Where? Very confusing.
Here’s what they meant by “that was close” and “you changed your target.”
The overexplaining is the only thing I don't really care for in this book.
The buggy stirred the night air as it sped to D’s side, and the Count put his arm around Larmica’s shoulder for the first time. The next instant, the two figures nimbly made their way up into the buggy.
D put his arm around Larmica?
By “him” it meant D.
Yes, we know.
Close enough to hear the tortured cow within it.
Isn't It a little too dead to be making noise now. It disintegrated.
For the time being, I must first slay him. When something interferes like this in the middle of a ceremony, it is customary to postpone the festivities until the nuisance has been dealt with.”
You'll regret that.
The Count intended to lop off his head. D’s body was wrapped in a cape his blade hadn’t been able to pierce, and the sword mowed through the air with all the Count’s might behind it, until it suddenly it stopped.
Why? Its not clear why he stopped.
The Count’s deadly attack had faltered because the bell had caught his ear—turning him from the path of certain victory to a plunge into the abyss of death.
These details don't need to be reveals.
Wintry sunlight fell from high in the hollow sky to the valley below. Bright enough to trick a smile out of you and cold enough to empty your lungs in a cloudy white chain of coughs,
And the people in the hamlet, so bundled in heavy furs they might easily be mistaken for beasts, wore stern expressions. Even for the littlest of children, the single-minded determination to live made a hard mask of their features.
With a low growl, the hammer tore through the air.
I'm assuming it was the man growling.
The fear of the supernatural world bubbled from a gaping wound where their reason had just been severed, and that fear threatened now to take shape.
A blue pendant dangled on his chest. The deep, soul-swallowing shade of blue seemed to fit the youth perfectly.
There must be multiples because he gave one to Dan in the last story.
“If you insist, the very least you could do is walk me out.”
Really, what is she doing here?
“Oh, curse you,” Lina cried, stomping her feet in anger. “At least give me your name. If you don’t, I’m not heading home—come sunset or not. If I get attacked and maimed by monsters, it’ll be on your conscience for the rest of your days. I’m Lina Sween, by the way.”
Oh shut up.
and the women’s groups are always coming and going through here.”
The women's groups?
His words had been chosen for maximum effect on the psyche of his guest, and surely they would’ve dealt a severe blow to the beautiful half-breed Hunter.
Why would he want to scare the person he'd hired to help him?
He was Lina’s homeroom teacher,
I thought they were around the same age?
“Visiting hours are about to begin. You’ll all have to step into the next room.” While the others rose at D’s bidding, all three
Did D say this?
Yeah, right. Meanie. What do you care how anyone else feels?
He's not being mean. You're a stupid teenager and you need to get away from this town and these people and grow up.
Ol’ basket-pants
Lol
Can’t allow myself to fly off the handle. Gotta get him to take that back.
Why?
“It looks like I get to be your assistant again. Oh, now don’t try and talk your way out of it. I see some hope for me yet in the way you phrased that. See, I’m a mind reader, too. I know full well where your mind’s headed.”
Honey, I want to be on your side but you're making it hard.
When the lips that curled back to reveal fangs closed on him, the man finally screamed. And long though it lasted, the deep woods drank it all.
A dozen minutes later, as the boy watched the wagon disappear through the gate to the mayor’s home there arose in his eyes a look of cunning and self-confidence not at all appropriate for his age.
Callis kinda sus.
A hexagonal staff strapped to his well-defined back made his shadow appear impaled.
Consisting of five members, the family from oldest to youngest was Borgoff, Nolt, Groveck, Kyle, and Leila.
The sky was so full of stars it seemed to be falling.
But let’s not forget something. We slaughter real, full-blooded Nobles!”
Yes, and so does D.
Perhaps it was because, to render the exterior of this structure impervious to all forms of heat or electronic waves, molecules served as atoms in it.
?
for that matter—were covered with a black grime, probably some harmless radioactive waste.
Harmless and radioactive waste don't really go together?
Raising a tremendous racket, the carriage started across the bridge. The span was about sixty feet in length. Some thirty feet below, a white sash raced by. Rapids.
I thought they couldn't cross running water? Is it ok because they're on a bridge?
What kind of cold-blooded torture was this, slashing the flesh of a defenseless girl with deep cuts and shallow?
Defenseless?!
“Dammit—he’s back pretty damn fast this time,” Kyle spat irritably and stood up. “Hey, hurry up and get that IV ready,” he ordered Leila, who was still stark naked.
Was this really necessary?
Oh, but this is the only road to take. Then it looks like one of us will just have to wait by the side of the road—as a corpse!”
Work on your villain dialogue.
It was the soil itself, the same soil that’d been gouged out by the fingers—a fitting projectile for a colossal arm.
Ah yes, dirt, the best projectile.
Hard as it was to believe, the arm did have a power plant in the wrist, and it ran on gasoline. And Caroline had sucked some of the remaining fuel from the pipe. This “vampire” had taken what was akin to the “blood” of the colossal arm. Those bitten by the accursed demons became demons themselves. But it hardly seemed possible that the same abominable rule would extend to a mechanical arm.
The scene was the road, about two hours after Caroline and Leila’s deadly battle had ended.
Was it deadly? I didn't think Caroline had died.
A single tear coursed from Borgoff’s eye. When that shining bead snagged in his frightful beard, it hung there forever.
You raped your sister. The love you suposedly feel for your family is meaningless to me.
Looks to me like you ain’t gonna stand but one more of these attacks. Once you have the next one, there’ll be no saving you. That being the case, I want you to give your life for me.”
Y'all can die as far as I'm concerned.
Leila, it seemed, possessed an unusual resistance to the demon’s call, though she had not known it until now.
Can't tell if deus ex machina or genetics.
