Head of Zeus

You will die old and alone and you will know deep fear.

never taught me to bake, but did teach me to climb mountains and reach for the sky

A Little Love is dedicated to the woman who never taught me to bake, but did teach me to climb mountains and reach for the sky.

she tried to smother the flames of deep fear that flickered inside her.

though its original purpose observation? Defence, maybe? was long forgotten or possibly preserved somewhere, buried deep in a government archive. Now it was being noted by officialdom again.
Hanlon peered in through the glassless window. Inside the hexagonal interior of the building she could see the two CSI men in their white disposable overalls, gloved and booted, masked, and in plastic caps, working in the blaze of two powerful arc lights powered by the generator outside. She watched as they carried

Well. Because I love you, Bunny. Actually. You’re actually my favorite.

You’re my favorite too, I lied. But in that moment, I meant it. I meant it so much I cried.

(Is it me drowning you, Samantha, or did you wade in here of your own free will, your pockets full of black stones?)

A pause so pregnant it delivers, consumes its own spawn, then grows big with child again

It was hard to tell because the eyes were as dark as the rest of it, except when the light caught them just right, then they gleamed a golden color.

The horn blew