12-15-2008, 11:08 PM
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He could remember, as a boy, seeing fires. He could remember the way they sounded and what they looked like. He could remember as he grew older watching different fires. It might have been an outsourcing of his other addictions—those which come to all men, weak-spirited or not—and if that was the case it suited him. From his right that voice came again, that murmur of a question that sounded like it could have belonged to him in another life.
Ahren’s voice was nearly a whisper. “No.” Another beam collapsed, and this time, took a wall with it. A great whoosh of air sent more sparks into the black night and sent fireflies spiraling up into a cloudy darkness. “This is just something I have to do.”
He could remember, as a boy, seeing fires. He could remember the way they sounded and what they looked like. He could remember as he grew older watching different fires. It might have been an outsourcing of his other addictions—those which come to all men, weak-spirited or not—and if that was the case it suited him. From his right that voice came again, that murmur of a question that sounded like it could have belonged to him in another life.
Ahren’s voice was nearly a whisper. “No.” Another beam collapsed, and this time, took a wall with it. A great whoosh of air sent more sparks into the black night and sent fireflies spiraling up into a cloudy darkness. “This is just something I have to do.”