Blade

by Crystal Hanks

Overview

Sunset, vice Hong Snow in the afternoon there. Sunset, he was alone, in the heavens and the earth seems to him his only remaining each. Deserted road far from cold, the sun looks so lonely and light colors also change, turned into a sort of grayish white empty and silent. His human beings, too. His hand holding sword standing pat, then pale arm, then pitch black sword! Pale and pitch black, the colors are not adjacent to the death star! Death is not the final limit of nowhere and lone star! His eyes filled with emptiness and loneliness, like really saw death! He goes forward. Walking very slowly. But do not stop, even if the death is waiting ahead, he also decided not to stop. His gait really weird and strange, right foot step forward one step, the new left leg slowly crawled under, watching his every move are very miserable. But he went through countless streets, how many miles the school, each step are self he goes. Just go like that, to go until the new stop? He does not know, even to think well never thought through! Now he has to this place, so forward, why? Ahead is death it? Of course! In his eyes the death existed, arms Jintao also died, the image of him holding a sword also symbolizes death! Black sword, black sword hilt, and black shell and executioner! The image of the sword but it is death, but his life is! The sky was as dark, but the far side, can see the image as a town black dots between gray curtain .. He said it was the only town quite prosperous in this desolate border region: phoenix Group. He certainly knew, because the Phoenix Group is the land where he was to search for the dead. But he did not know, the Phoenix Group itself is already dead! The road, though not long, but there was not extensive to several dozen homes. This world there are countless small towns like that, which was also the same, are the meager store with inexpensive commodity, the people are living. The one difference, that is the Phoenix Group, which is still the home, like the shop but no live. Nor to a person. Windows along the street, with the open, with the other being closed, but all were shattered and outside the house are covered with a thick layer of dust, the awning collapsed corner, hung cobwebbed . A black cat who seems to be footsteps so stunned gone acumen and inherent flexibility, panting, unsteadiness cow cross the road, it is also no longer a cat anymore. Was the hunger that transformed everything back? Yet it is perhaps the only creatures alive in this town? Vice Hong Tuyet saw cold heart, even cooler was holding sword! He was standing here, on this path, everything, everything that he witnessed firsthand, but he still could not believe it completely, did not dare to believe, as do not want to believe! It finally happened? This is because natural disasters excuse? The wind blows, on the way, a sign plate pull the wind cried KNT, which is still visible in the dim eight words: Tran Family aging point, the ceiling panels are aged old wine that was once famous sign this town, but now it was rotting, just like old teeth elderly. But it seems that the status of this part bistro Tran downright its board doubly effective. Vice Hong Tuyet stood silently, looking shaken plaque in the wind, when the wind stopped waiting for him to slowly stepped forward, pushed open the door, step into a bar, envisioned as going into a tomb was dug us burrow into the grave at all. Previously he had been to this place! Wines here are not as long, nor tasty, but absolutely not like vinegar, and of course here as unlike a tomb. A year ago, just one year ago, this pub is still a place very crowded and noisy, north current hybrid male, pilgrims from all parts of the earth, took over the Phoenix Group were a sign outside steamed lead, had to take a few common "longtime wine"! Moderate alcohol intake, the word was out, the pub of course become very noisy, which used to be a very crowded place, often crowded. So can not say this is a bistro, and regular visitors are distinguished guests. And there's space inherently boss Chen, a gentle man, flung l?i, face always smiling friendly. But now, the smiling face that was not to be seen again, this table was covered with dust, around the ground was littered with broken pieces of amphora, instead of only taste this wine smelled the stench of the stuff that people throw up was rotting. The hustle and bustle in the hall before, hours attempting to win games found alcohol, knives, scissors, kitchen spoon plate, popping sound pan fat, are now no longer hear any more., Just to hear wind struck the window toad way, toad way. Faintly hear the sound of bats as hell at beating wings. It was almost dark. Vice Red Snow slowly walked past, to the corner, turn around to the door, sat down slowly. One year he had come here, sit at the place, but this time this place was like a tomb, had completely no longer something worth nostalgically. So he sat there because of something back there? He reminisced about

Product Details

BN ID:	2940158479670
Publisher:	Crystal Hanks
Publication date:	05/20/2016
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
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