Tuesday, April 23, 2013


Ezra was ill-suited to righting wrongs, preferring prevention. Alas, humanity had been designed to falter, flail, fail. He could not save them all, so he studiously ignored the masses.

But Sarah had called out, old words in a new tongue, screamed in desperation, her curse compelling him to action.

The thug spat caustic threats to intimidate, useless against the already fallen. Ezra took joy in removing the villain’s soul, an intimate act of ultimate violation.

No one was meant to see, but half-dead Sarah watched intently. “Momma always said beware avenging angels.”

He held out his hand.

She took it.

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