Suga was awakened from a deep sleep, his body quivering like jelly.
The high, wild cry of a falcon filled the air.
The bottles ranted and roared, but her whispers were heard.
Of course, gossip had to speak last. It was her nature.
“I’m Anger,” said the Red Bottle. “I was eaten by wolves and that’s all I have to say about my past.”
I store the unseen with what can’t be heard.
Mirella, having given her life up for lost, was determined to guard the prince.
Where was the prince?
The Red Bottle, brilliant as a ruby at sunrise, held a spirit of murderous rage.
He had been caught in a Bottle of Breath. Suddenly. Bridon wished for the Void.