Tidbits for you today!

Chapter 11 tidbit:

Onions.
Hundreds of onions. Red, white, and yellow, they nearly poured from the door, round, large and small. Their smell could make a rabbit fall dead; some, smashed, shone with tear-jerking juice, a danger to those who happened to stumble in their path. Margaret covered her nose with her hands, her eyes already watering… not from the smell.
Tiny hands, reaching up, tiny loving hands. She squeezed the round white globes in her blood-stained palms, the clear juice streaking through the red and down her arms, dropping their sweet fragrance to the hard-packed earth below. Tiny hands, reaching; a tiny voice, crying, “sister, sister, all dead, sister!” Once pushed away, twice pushed away, three times they reached, up and up… “sister, sister”… until flying and clutching tight, crying, sobbing, “sister…”
And silence.

Chapter 12

Over the years, Tristen had debated with himself, his former mentor, Piper, the other Dragonriders, and even Katisha about the moral ethics of his connection with his brother. Since the foundation of his ability, around his 22nd birthday, Tristen had been able to use his connection with his twin brother as a way to keep his eye on the kingdom. He had discovered the ability almost by accident one day, while with his mentor and concentrating on lifting his dragon off the ground by sheer ability, when he had suddenly thought of his brother in a moment of desperation. Katisha had dropped to the ground, his mentor had yelled at him in frustration, and Tristen had suddenly found himself in Jacob’s head, hearing his brother’s voice and seeing out his eyes as if they were his own. He had been frightened at first but, as the months passed and he heard no word from Jacob about the experience, he had finally been convinced by his mentor to fine-tune the skills and use them as a benefit to the other Atherians, along with himself. He was able to tell when his brother was in trouble or in a heated debate. He had even, on several occasions, accidentally arrived just as Jacob was making love to some strange woman and had to draw himself away from his brother’s mind before seeing more than he wanted to know about his twin. Each time he went in, he tried to convince himself it would be the last, that he wouldn’t spy any longer. Each time he couldn’t help himself, trying to convince himself that one more time couldn’t hurt, that Jacob wouldn’t notice.



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I'M GOING TO THE NIGHT OF WRITING DANGEROUSLY!!!!!!!! Pictures will come after Sunday!