“You shall not enter this temple.”

“Cardinal!” she said. “I’ve been waiting!”

Ghostly hands took it.

I sit anxious in the observatory, the black hole noise playing.

“That guy shot you!”

In the movies, they’d been worse than t-rexes.

“The Vikings turned the catalyst of our time machine, into this?"

“You’re disgusting!” he yelled between heaves.

Myth blinked up at him in vivid purple and vermilion.