1. ‘In his declining years’ was the kindest of the euphemisms slung his way these days. As the summer sun shrank into its winter thumbprint it was hinted, with decreasing subtly, that this might be the year he took a walk out under the winter sun.
Perhaps they’re right, he thought as he watched the suns set, Perhaps it’s time to become a wolf.
2. Every planet had a season– depending on where you lived they might be ‘snow’ and ‘mud’, but they had them. Even the long empty expanses of ice changed subtly throughout the year. Some seasons just last longer than others.
3. There was a lull as both fighters stopped to catch their breath. Kiri leaned against the shattered pillar, eyes half-closed and panting against the pain, his skin leaving scorch marks against the marble.
Fralin didn’t look as bad, or was hiding it better and Kiri growled at the unfairness of it all.
“Either fight for what you believe in or admit you never truly believed.” Fralin pointed his sword at Kiri’s chest, but the tip wavered with each breath.
4. Home was rarely where the heart was, the plains were too big and the scattered clans too distant. So they gave their hearts away in carefully wrapped pouches, filled with memories and songs and bits of life too precious to abandon.
5. “Just because you can doesn’t mean you should–” Crissy began.
“And just because you should doesn’t mean you can, I know, I know.” William cut her off with an impatient gesture. “Life’s not a comic book, I know that, but I can’t just sit here and watch them make fools of themselves.”
“Might do them some good.”
“At our expense. Let’s salvage what we can any worry about character building later.”