[ Carver doesn’t flinch, doesn’t react, just watching Cy with a singleminded, vicious intensity. There’s something very wrong with this man—or very strange. But then, Carver’s only ever seen divinity in bones, in blood spilled on the ground, in bodies sundered apart. His God never smiled back at him with a living, handsome face.
Then again, his war never gave its own name, either. It never smiled at him, or told jokes. It just was.
Carver flashes his teeth. He steps aside. Obedient, on the surface. But something churns underneath. ]
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Then again, his war never gave its own name, either. It never smiled at him, or told jokes. It just was.
Carver flashes his teeth. He steps aside. Obedient, on the surface. But something churns underneath. ]