He had lived in the prison-towers of Mortine for most of his life. Not as a prisoner, of course, but as a sort of stowaway, hidden in the shadows that gathered there like crows gathering over a rotting corpse. It was a dangerous place for someone like him, a seraphim, to live. Where darkness thrives, the light that survives is all the brighter for it.
For years he hid, disguised at times as a guard, his wings tucked carefully under a rough brown tunic. At other times, he simply lay in the shadows, barely keeping his powers in check.
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Well, my name is Peter. I really like to write, so be prepared to do a lot of reading! I really enjoy Shakespeare and contemporary fantasy. I plan to write every day, and each entry will be an exerpt from books I have not yet written. Be surprised, b
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