Edits for hardcover
This commit is contained in:
@ -98,7 +98,7 @@ The sun rose and set with a frightening hum/utter tranquility.
|
||||
|
||||
She stood/she stood.
|
||||
|
||||
Poetry coursed through her, half remembered/perfectly memorized lines from productions long past. Lines from school, from work. "Since then --- 'tis centuries --- and yet feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horse's heads were toward eternity ---"
|
||||
Poetry coursed through her, half remembered/perfectly memorized lines from productions long past. Lines from school, from work. "Since then --- 'tis Centuries --- and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horse's Heads Were toward Eternity ---"
|
||||
|
||||
It *had* been centuries for her, and yet each felt shorter than the crash to the ground from out of the perilous heights of the embodied world. *Time feels so vast that were it not For an Eternity...*
|
||||
|
||||
@ -138,7 +138,7 @@ Or not. A neck-ache. Something was tearing at the back of the neck/through the f
|
||||
|
||||
"I'm going to stop mirroring now. This is horrifying," she said to the wood of the bar. She did not know who said the last, Debarre or herself. Was there a difference?
|
||||
|
||||
And then, a hand on her shoulder. One of her shoulders. The sensation made her hair/fur stand on end. She turned around, and there was Debarre. Or so she guessed. The grey, default avatar. The figure frowned as he looked between the two of her. Looked at Michelle/looked at Sasha.
|
||||
And then, a hand on her shoulder. One of her shoulders. The sensation made her hair/fur stand on end, made her stomach churn. She turned around, and there was Debarre. Or so she guessed. The grey, default avatar. The figure frowned as he looked between the two of her. Looked at Michelle/looked at Sasha.
|
||||
|
||||
"I...what? Sasha?"
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
Reference in New Issue
Block a user