if you post this to an archive you are a faggot No.518349759 Report >Meanwhile, the twin prodigies were sitting together two hundred feet below and
over a mile away from Marika and the royals. Miquella, with his back to a pine
tree and his knees drawn up to his chin, was gazing at his sister with a slithery
smile upon his mouth that had once been so finely drawn. Covering his feet and
heaped about his slender body on all sides was a cold, dark, undulating palliasse of
golden pine needles, broken here and there with heavy, weary-headed ferns and grey fungi,
their ashen surfaces exuding a winter sweat
>A kind of lambent darkness filled the dell. The roof was sky-proof, the
branches interlacing so thickly that even the heaviest downpour was stayed from
striking through; the methodical drip ... drip … drip of the branch-captured rain only
fell to the floor of needles several hours after the start of the heaviest storm. And yet
a certain amount of reflected daylight filtered through into the clearing, mainly from
the East, in which direction lay the shell of their city. Between the clearing and the
path that ran in front of the ruin, the trees, although as thick, were not more than
thirty to forty yards in depth
>‘How many shelves have you built for your brother?’ said the Empyrean to his
sister with a ghastly smile
>‘Seven shelves, dear brother,’ said Malenia. Her eyes were very wide and her hands
trembled as they hung at her sides
>‘Three more shelves, my sister, three more shelves, and then we will put
the volumes back’
>‘Yes, dear brother’
>Malenia, picking up a short branch, scored across the needled ground three
long lines, adding them to the seven which already lay between her brother and
herself
>‘That’s it, that’s it,’ came the melancholy voice. ‘Now we have space for the Eochaidian Poets. Have you the books ready – little sister?’
>Malenia swung her head up, and her eyes fastened upon her brother. He had
never spoken to her in that way – she had never before heard that tone of love in his
voice
