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We made love as torturers, and delighted in the pain we endured and inflicted upon each other. Our hands strangled, our teeth bit, and our voices carried from our devouring mouths, echoed across the glass remnants of Drastin, and died in the still night air. If anyone heard it, they would be wise to fear it. Run, hide, and cower. Find a hole within the earth to burrow, and wait out the coming storm. Drastin was japanese just the beginning. End of Book Two Author’s note Well, that was a bitch to write. Every successive chapter of this second book was more difficult to author than the last, and this one was the worst by far. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it, as I wouldn’t spend so much time and effort on something I hated, but it was draining. But the hard part is over, and it’s smooth sailing from here on out. All the great revelations of the story have come to pass, and the table is set for the final book. I apologize in retrospect for making Petranumen’s story 20,000 words long, but I didn’t want to turn her tale into a simple recounting, and ruin several chapters-worth of set up. From the beginning of this series, I wanted to create characters who were not wholly bad or good. I did that by building them from their flaws. Brandon is kind of stupid, not very brave, and thinks with his dick. Julia is closed-minded, irreparably damaged, and prone to great violence and cruelty. Angela is naive and single-minded, Lucilla is selfish and amoral, Justina is cowardly and socially weak, and Astrid is strong-headed and ambitious. If there is one person in this story who is without major flaw, it is Tera, and that is because she is the only real adult. Everyone else is a teenager, and most of us can look back at our teenage selves and realize we weren’t yet developed. This book highlighted the good in many of the characters, as all of the aforementioned characters are mostly good people, but ultimately, their flaws are what drive the plot, as is often the case in life itself. You probably noticed that I didn’t mention Willowbud, and that’s because we haven’t really met Willowbud yet. You might say, “White Walls, Willowbud was herself in the third chapter!” and you would only be half-right. That Willowbud you met had resigned herself to becoming a slave, because she had nowhere else to turn. If Astrid Skyborne wasn’t also in that cage, you can bet Willowbud would never have freed herself. We’ll explore that later in the next chapter The Creators. In closing, I’d like to thank two readers who’ve been very supportive. Thepost, who’s written some wonderful comments, and is a good author himself (check him out), and Chimera Love Me, who has been supportive of my work for over a year now, dating all the way back to God is a Slut, my second series. On top of that, he is not circumcised. “Oh.” Tegan said again, lapsing into quietness again. That tangy passion filled my nostrils. Her tub top was still partially off, exposing her right tit. We were chosen. I know that because I heard him quietly say, “Fuck!” groaned Tanisha, her face twisting with pleasure. You are sleeping with me the rest of the winter.” When I asked why she shouted, “I told you why. Her face relaxes. And that made perfect sense to me, what with his wife bein' dead and all. She groaned again, japanese shaking her head and twisting her hips. Make me a Mother, tonight, please.” Jill smiled and mouthed the words ‘I love you’ to me. To me at least, it looks as if the bullet hit my bicep. I was wild. Even their noses were covered, though discreet holes let them breath without any trouble.