Tuesday, August 05, 2014
Limori : Book Three, Post # 7
I don't know why I took this shot (probably at Dragon Con) but I am glad I did. I run across it in the piles of con pictures now and then and it reminds me that people are endlessly enchanted by beauty..... with or without a purpose. It is the definition of beauty that varies.
The boys in the cliff have been separated from everything, except a continued barrage of pain and fear. Somiss is a mad man damaged by his parents. Franklin was a toy they bought to amuse him. All of them have lived in the dark, carrying little lamps, memorizing paths and songs (that aren't really songs...) all this time.
Sadima is the only one to escape, surrounded by the Eridians. I spoke with her last night.
Nothing is what I thought it was. Nothing.