"Larry, you're an actual, secret wizard. Why the hell are you waiting in this line?" "Hey! J.K.'s awesome! And famous."
"Pa, are all us colonists on Aries criminals?" He looked to his young daughter. "They only found us guilty of bein' poor."
The pair collapsed naked, dripping and exhausted on the beach. Panting, he looked to her. "Those lights! Who are-- Where are we?"
She lifted her elderly father's hand from the hospital bed. "It's me, Dad. Your mistake with Mom." He laughed. "Best mistake ever."
His scalpel on the sternum, the coroner started the autopsy. A hundred bloody threads leapt from the incision and attacked.
Orna shook. "Kog and I are mules, Priestess. Half-orcs are infert—" "—You saved the Mother's house. In reward, She blesses yours."
Petrified, the vain King became his own monument. Conscious of the passing centuries, and the seasons gnawing away his features.
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