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1 " She approached the couple and watched them for a moment. They looked pathetic, writhing down there in the sand and fumbling at each other’s clothes like desperate, love-struck teenagers. They disgusted her.The male sensed her presence and turned to face her. She immediately noticed the fear behind his stubborn glare and it aroused her. Her scar throbbed and pulsated as she withdrew the knife from the sheaf and dragged it across his throat. As the blade tore through flesh and sinew she once more heard the retort of the rifle, felt her cheekbone shatter. The blood poured from him just as the blood had spurted from the wound in the deer’s throat. "
― Stacey Dighton , The Hawk and the Raven
2 " The ghosts came to him, one by one, pleading for him to release them from their hellish purgatory. He saw each and every face, felt their terror penetrate his soul, cried tears of sorrow with them, told them that he wished that he could do more, could have done more. The young lovers, their lives taken before they could make any sort of connection, the swim shorts guy who had left behind a loving family, the homeless lady – what had she ever done to anyone to deserve such a horrendous and bloody fate? And they were stuck in this wet and dark place until what? Until Raven could release them? How the hell could he do that? It was as if his hands were bound by some invisible and yet immensely powerful force. "
3 " He wiped the back of his hand across his running nose, gripped the lid between his finger and thumb and pulled it upwards. There nestled in blue tissue paper was a finger, topped with a long, pink fingernail and adorned with two gold rings, one with a green emerald at its centre. The tissue at the knuckle was dark red with dried, flaking blood.Teddy dropped it like it was scalding hot and pushed himself back across his bed to the wall by the window.‘What the fuck!’‘Don’t worry. She didn’t suffer. I gave her that much respect, not that she deserved it. "