Sunday, March 31, 2013
The Black Knight of Gray Cross
Happy Easter! This comes a few minutes past the 9 a.m. deadline but it's been a rough couple of days and I overslept. So, this continues the time travel storyline and Alice's adventures through the murder hole:
People always talked about one’s life flashing before them as they died but the images she was seeing were not her life. Could not be her life. There were men dressed in armor. Alien sounds assailed her, the clang of metal against metal, grunts, shouts of pain and anger, war cries that curdled the blood. Trumpets heralding victory. Then a man, tall and broad, dressed in black and cobalt blue. He appeared as if through a waterfall, indistinct yet no less a man. He paced the battlements of an ancient castle, sat at the head of a massive table.