Monday, 8 May 2017

Three from book One

These are three I worked up the other day while I was waiting to pick someone up:



Think it's yesterday's wine Acerra stinks of? You're wrong; he always drinks till dawn.


I don't like you, Sabidius, and I can't say why. All I can say is: I really don't.


Gellia's lost her father. Sheds no tears, when alone; in company, weeps buckets on cue. It's not mourning if you're fishing for compliments, Gellia: real grief happens off-stage.

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