#echo rising

Books I recently checked out of the library

The scream that he issued into the red dawn was primeval, eye-wateringly loud and stratospheric in pitch. Every sizable piece of glass that had survived the blaze vibrated fiercely before shattering explosively, spraying jagged shards outwards with considerable force. Some of the glittering fragments soared around the ashen and disarrayed Arisbe, catching the crimson light and casting triangles of refracted scarlet onto his shirt sleeves, his hands, even one over his cheek. Across the street tiny pieces of mortar crumbled away from their bricks and chips of masonry flew through the air, which itself sang as though under tension.

Mabon had a suspicion that Pan could brave most anything as long as he'd introduced himself to it as 'Lord Pan' beforehand.

Me rambling about the lastest chapter of my original project

Firstly, no one humours me, secondly harmless is the last word you should be thinking about me. Cocky, though...I'll grant you that one.

Amelia just knocked Cass to the ground and Alexandra is standing there in a pool of broken glass watching them fight like 'yeah, this is normal. Doesn't require my intervention, nope.'

Hang on a minute, are you two flirting over the alembics?