Puppeteer by Shen Hart (best free e reader txt) 📕

at the mess. The human was torturing himself over what he had done. She danced in the air singing a merry little song as she allowed him control of his body once more. She would allow him to live, he could live out the rest of his short life feeling pain and suffering. She had no doubt that he had caused the nature around him enough.


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Everything seemed to spin as I moved within myself. I suddenly found myself back in complete control of my own body. I looked around in complete disbelief. Blinking I pinched myself just to be sure I was awake. The bodies were still lieing on the floor. The smell of fresh blood was surrounding me.
I fell down to my knees, the pain shooting up through my legs as I hit the cold concrete below me barely reached my conscious mind. I was so overwhelmed with regret and confusion. What had happened!? How? Why? I kept playing the images back over in my mind. I looked down at my hands. They were covered in the warm, sticky blood of the people I had come to consider friends.
The tears seemed to flow so freely as I lost myself to my pain and confusion. I barely even heard the quiet chuckle and faint fluttering of wings as the fairy flew off back to her forest. Imprint

Publication Date: 09-04-2010

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