Are you afraid of falling, baby?
No, I’m afraid of landing.
[He’s laughing, and I’m smiling.]
Stupid idiot smile, don’t you know what comes next?
We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count on him to keep them off me from behind.
Ann AguirreThere were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.
Ann AguirreA huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.
Ann AguirreHere in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.
Ann AguirreHe'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.
Ann AguirreHe went in, lean and deadly, and ended the creature with a lightning-fast spike of his blade. It shrieked, likely altering the rest. The death call carried like a mournful song.
Ann AguirreA good huntress respected her partners instincts, even if he was socially ignorant.
Ann AguirreA curve of silver hung amid the brighter specks; it looked to me like a curved dagger, pretty but deadly, as if it might slice the sky in two.
Ann AguirreMy heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.
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