5 Works by BeckNightengale
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You call yourself a murderer, Prophetess.
I call you a consequence.
And as the ink dries on the page, you close one book and begin another.
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- Part 2 of Wake the Dead
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In other eons, with other names, other faces worn thinned by the weight of the burden you so carry... I have watched you fight. I have watched you fail. I have watched you burn. But this time, you have finally found it, and a single thread in the design has made all the difference it could.
I will not tell you how it ends, Prophetess, for I cannot see the future. What I do know is this: How beautifully you try.
Now wake up. The Game has started over.
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- Part 3 of Insomnia
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What is time to the dead and dreaming, anyway? If your choices had been different back then, do you think it would have mattered? Do you think anything you've done matters?
If you asked the Prophetess, Jade, she would say no. A denier of fate and friend to the dead, she ventures into one of her most challenging missions yet in search of the third and final Black Stone: An idyllic village that seems all too good to be true. And the choice a boy offers is all too tempting to decline, for a life of peace, illusion or no, sounds better than the alternative.
The events which follow lead the Prophetess down a dark path that, try as she might, she cannot escape alone.
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- Part 2 of Insomnia
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Did you ever truly think there was a future for the two of you together? Could any future exist after braving those war-ravaged waters?
No. What lies beyond the Red Sea is only greater sorrow and deeper regret.
And nothing.
You are selfish, Prophetess. And were it not of the niggling whims of this woman whose presence you would have bet your future on, you would have doomed this branch to oblivion.
“Oh, screw it.” Dijaam lets out a huff, her uncertainty shifting into firm resolve. “I’ve been waiting for this for too long.”
The emissary rises to her feet, then walks over to you with purpose. She seizes the collar of your shirt and yanks you downward. Her lips crush yours, and suddenly the taste of Kiléan spice fills your mouth.
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- Part 1 of Insomnia
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You have always said that you don’t feel much about killing; that you’ve been numb to death for a long time, just as death has numbed itself to you. For it is the souls that wake after that interest you now.
Let us dare a Glimpse into a new branch, Prophetess. Write your echoes. Remember.
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- Part 1 of Wake the Dead