Inspiration…
CJP 1st Vision:
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CJP 2nd Vision:
Novel’s Prologue
The prisoner rolled on to her back, rippling hairs on the animal pelts that cushioned her. A sliver of light defied the gloom to capture the row of crystals and semiprecious stones which danced across her forehead. An ugly slash zigzagged the length of her neck from just below her ear to the lace bodice of her dress. The wound oozed thick grey blood. Except for an occsional twinkle of a gemstone, nothing broke the dreary monotony of the gloom.
The dark-haired beauty's eyelids quivered but remained closed. She moved her lips in prayer; perhaps bargaining with some force. A series of utterances --gibberish, foreign words, babblings-- emerged from swollen lips. A phrase that sounded like... no matter, everything was incoherent until one intelligible word escaped. “Hades.”
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CJP Current Vision:
