5/22/2023 0 Comments Blessed monsters series![]() ![]() He didn’t feel like himself, but he hadn’t felt like himself in a long time. He let his iron claws slide back into his nail beds and nearly cried with relief that he could. His fingertips were blackened with what he hoped was magic and not frostbite. He was afraid to move, afraid to disturb whatever tenuous silence had wrenched him away from the ledge. The last thing he had seen was Nadya, streaked with blood and tears, churning with spent power and clutching him. ![]() He shivered only once, as the cold from the snow became more present than that of the grave, doing his best to shove past his disorientation. ![]() The cold of death was a needle that dug deep into bone, and he remained still, eyes closed, ice soaking into the last tatters of his clothes, until his skin warmed. Malachiasz Czechowicz woke up in bloodstained snow. Chyrnog’s songs that push like roiling worms into the brain and slowly take apart the mind. There is music at the end of the universe. ![]()
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