Amidst the distant screams of defenders, a hummingbird landed on the General's hand. She remembered childhood--the pure beauty of the world; the endless wonder.
Her hand snapped shut, a scorpion's tail-strike. The bird trilled once as she crushed its bones.
Nostalgia kills ambition.
She dropped the broken corpse and watched the siege, watched the burning, watched the course of ages.
Her hand snapped shut, a scorpion's tail-strike. The bird trilled once as she crushed its bones.
Nostalgia kills ambition.
She dropped the broken corpse and watched the siege, watched the burning, watched the course of ages.
by Stewart Baker of Long Beach
