edgar

I hate you, Edgar. I hate you with all my heart.

Eena turned aside, breathing shallowly as her mind raced with questions. She was glad he couldn__ read the confusion that swooped her up like a passing tornado. Was it even possible to genuinely love more than one man? Yes. Oh, yes.She knew it because her heart irrefutably felt it. She loved Derian; it was true. She wasn__ trying to convince herself of it, no matter what Edgar said. She yearned deeply for her captain. But she loved Ian too. She always had. Only she purposefully, appropriately, had set those feelings aside when he made the decision to pursue Angelle. But Angelle was gone now. No, Eena thought to herself, this changes nothing. She scolded her heart for longing for something spent and ended, for even considering the possibility. Her with Ian? No, no, it had to remain in the past.

What kind of dark, twisted mind preys on young women? I think it was Poe that said the death of a beautiful woman is the most poetical thing in the universe, and if that was true_ I was John Milton.

Tell me you didn__,_ she groaned, knowing it would not be the truth. __lease tell me you didn__ take advantage of these poor people._ __ didn__,_ he chirped. __iar._ With an irritated sigh he tried to convince her. __mora, you__e not seeing things from an immortal perspective. The people who built this temple_ __emple?_ she cried, cutting him off. __ou forced these people to build you a temple? Why? Because all of a sudden you__e God now?_ Perturbed by her interruption, he raised a warning finger. __o, no, Amora, not God. But from their viewpoint I may seem a bit_..god-like._ She rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner. __f you would let me finish,_ he went on, __hese particular individuals had no part in the construction of that monument; it was their ancestors who erected it. And I must say, they did a fine job. My likeness has weathered the centuries quite well._ __ou__e despicable._ He frowned at the insult. __obody was forced to build us a temple, Amora. They chose to do so._ __ou were that impressive to them, huh?_ __pparently._ His eyes twinkled at the memory. He took a few steps toward the distant city, pulling Eena along. __ome on, let__ go have some fun._ __o way._ She planted her feet, refusing. Surprisingly it put a stop to him. __nd why not?_ __ecause your sudden appearance will upset them! No doubt you__l want to show off with some shockingly grand entrance. I__ not going to take part in a game of deceit._ ____ not deceiving anyone,_ Edgar disputed. __ can__ help it if they happen to think I__ perfectly magnificent._ His pompous view of himself earned a nasty look as well as a lecture. __ can__ believe you__e okay with selling people lies that affect the way they live and think! You__e not even close to being a god, Edgar, and yet you allow them to accept you as some sort of deity because of your unusual abilities. For centuries now you__e abandoned this world and a population who probably looked to you and your lousy sisters for help. It__ all a big, disgusting sham!_ Edgar pouted like a child. __ine__poil all my fun. We__l go do something else. Something that doesn__ include your poor, fragile, stupid mortals._ __hey__e not stupid._ __hey think I__ a god,_ he sn

You know the story._ The Nalnom rotated his hand in the air as if she should recall it. __ don__. I__e never heard the story._ Joshlon summarized it for her. __rometheus was turned into a dragon by his angry lover, Naradite. She refused to turn him back into his manly form. He became the first fire-breathing dragon__aga the Terrible._ Eena dropped her lower jaw. __hat?_ __aradite turned Prometheus into a dragon,_ Joshlon repeated. __aga._ __nd Prometheus is Edgar__ father?_ She was sure the surrounding stares were the result of her virtually shouting out the question. Joshlon answered with some hesitance in his voice. __ don__ know who Edgar is, but Edgarmetheus was supposedly the son of Prometheus, the illegitimate child of him and his lover, Naradi

I know they don__ respect the lives of others___ortals,_ he specified, __ho exist for a brief moment and then die off.__er voice rose as she argued with him. __ speak of people with very valued lives, Edgar. It may seem like a moment to you, but to me it is eternity.___hat makes no sense.___t makes perfect sense, Edgar! Life is valuable__eriod. And because mine can be easily taken away, it becomes even more valuable and precious. Yours, you take for granted because you__l never lose it. Mine, I cherish because it__ fleeting. For that reason alone I can argue that my life is of the greatest worth.__is eyebrows pulled together over a tangled scowl. She couldn__ tell if he was trying to understand her reasoning or if she had merely managed to upset him.__ever mind,_ she mumbled. __ don__ think you can appreciate what you__e never experienced.__hat works both ways, Amora.___hatever.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us.