Zetia coughed uncomfortably in her fist. “I do, as liaison I send messages to my commander in the Old Bucks.” “That is a surprise,” I thought, wondering what she had sent out and how. She unbuckled a few cinches on the side of her leather chest armor and slipped a hand inside it, pulling out a thin leather packet that I’d never seen before. Zetia untied the packet and pulled out a note-card sized piece of brown glossy paper. Next she pulled out a writing instrument and held it up. “Colored wax stick and beeswax paper,” she announced, “it’s expensive and has dreadful limitations.” “A clever but fragile combination,” I thought, while she cut the wood pencil to a dull point, making sure to expose the wax. “The size of the paper restricts the length of the message, but I …show more content…
“Perhaps this is a slave hunt for well-conditioned bodies?” “I hadn’t thought of that,” Scout confessed. “However, I don’t see the intelligence behind it. They are kicking a sleeping bear. If they stir up the nobles enough, this kingdom will sharpen its claws and their bite will crush these slavers.” “Scout, keep an eye out, who knows, the Raiders might send some men to follow those lancers,” I remarked. “Zetia, stay with him. Julie and I will go have a chat with Count Vee.” Leaving, we could see all the troopers near us had watched and listened to our exchange. They were sure to converge on Scout and Zetia for more information after we left. Back at the carriage, the Count was sitting in the doorway, which was out of character. He saw me and pointed to the ravens flying overhead. “Ravens warn of death and destruction. I see now your warning was timely.” Seeing my confusion, one of the officers cupped his hand and whispered to me. “The Count always consults his seer before leaving the city. She warned him to avoid going anywhere near flocks of ravens. He is obviously more worried about seeing them now. Will your warning bear
But the other men, who were like hook-clawed, beak-bent vultures,/ descending from the mountains to pounce upon the lesser birds;/ and these on the plain, shrinking away from the clouds, speed off,/ but the vultures plunge on them and destroy them, nor is there any/ defense, nor any escape, and men are glad for the hunting;/ so these men, sweeping about the palace, struck down/ the suitors, one man after another; the floor was smoking/ with blood, and the horrible cries rose up as their heads were broken.
"I'm heading out to make an arrest." He replied, his tone carried a slight hint of Incertitude as to the motive of this inquiry.
“…but the raven winging/ darkly over the doomed will have news, / tidings for the eagle of how
...nd for the mask and held it over her face. The doctor moved the dial and watched her. In a little while it was over. “It wasn’t much,” Catherine said.
“He set it up and began to show her and she found herself glowing inside.”
Messenger: Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, though in your state of honour I am perfect. I doubt some danger does approach you nearly: if you will take a homely man’s advice, be not found here; hence, with your little ones to fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; to do worse to you were fell cruelty, which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you! I dare abide no longer.
The king of the birds to the kings of the ships, black eagle and white behind it, in full view, hard by the palace, by the spear-hand, ripped open a hare with her unborn still swelling inside her, stopped from her last chance to escape. Sing sorrow, sorrow, but let the good prevail.
-Horatio believes this is a bad omen and tells the other guards about young Fortinbras who might be attacking
It's dark and cold, the fortress-like building has cinderblock walls, and death lurks around the perimeter. A man will die tonight. Under the blue sky, small black birds gather outside the fence that surrounds the building to flaunt their freedom. There is a gothic feel to the scene, as though you have stepped into a horror movie.
some that I shall show, and I will make thee think thy swan a crow.”
In this story, like the others, the rather ordinary narrator descends into madness and makes expectations break and fear form. The raven itself actually contributes to fear as well. The raven does not change at all as it only stands still and repeats, “Nevermore,” to the narrator.
….another whole group of people came running past us saying, “The other tower is coming down! Run!” (Tobin 202)
2.Setting: “ The jet-bombs going over, going over, going over, one two, one two, on two, six of them nine of them, twelve of them, one and one and one and another and another and another, did all the screaming for him.” (pg 11) It sounds like this was in the time when there was a war since you could hear the marching of the soldiers. “He went out to look at the city and the clouds had cleared away completely, and he
I am sitting in my bed, thinking about my process of writing as I am trying to go through it. It seems the more I think about it, the less I understand it. When I am writing, I don’t think. Which I know, sounds bad. But, I spend every single moment of every single day over thinking, over analyzing, and over assuming every aspect of my life. When I’m writing, I’m free from that for just a little bit. Until of course, my hands stop typing or the pencil (no pens- never pens) stops moving, then I’m right back on the carousel that is my brain. Heidi Estrem says, “...writers use writing to generate knowledge that they didn’t have before.” (Writing is a Knowledge-Making Activity 18). I believe my ability to write without an exact destination
Writing can be a very difficult process for those who do not know how to go about constructing