![]() His head cocked to one side, studying me. The mounds remind me of the plaza in Washington, D. None of my direct relatives were involved in Hitler's death, so I don't know for sure, but I suspect strongly that something simply ate her. ![]() #I NEVER READ I JUST LOOK AT PICTURES FULL#He kept walking but turned his face full to me, never missing a step. I was thinking about his medals that he won in World War II. Every once in a while the tabloids say that Hitler's grandson has been found. They never found his mistress, Eva Braun. The allies found Hitler and all the wizards hanging up by their feet in his underground bunker. Humans would have felt the need to distance themselves from him, to warn him of their change of heart, or maybe that was an American ideal. Hitler used the wizards he'd gathered to trap and destroy the lesser fey. It startled me to realize how far away I'd been. I was still walking at his side, hands on his arm, but for a moment only my body had been there. Would you prefer that we be out among the humans, working with them, mating with them like the fey that stayed behind in Europe? They are no longer fey, just another minority. He let the cloak slide off his shoulders, spilling it over one arm. I realized that except for the small knot that captured the front pieces of his hair, the rest of his hair was spilling out underneath the cloak, loose.Įasily done, he said, and undid the cloak at his neck. The long feathers brushed his neck, mingling with the spill of black hair that was only partially trapped down the back of the cloak. What of him? Doyle turned his head to look at me as we walked. Except the colors in his eyes were rich and pure, not ghostly, and there were reds and purples and colors that shone nowhere near us. We were standing in a pool of yellow light, but there were pinpricks of every color of will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes, swirling like a tiny cloud of colored fireflies. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. ![]() ![]() There's hundreds, thousands under our feet.īut yet the comparison of the two cities saddens you. I think so, but I'd need to see the hair without the cloak to be sure. I'd never heard him ask anyone's opinion of anything. You are Meredith, Princess of Flesh, and as sidhe as I am. I'd never been around a man whose face reflected so many emotions, and yet been able to read so few of them. Sad to think that the fey's glory days are passed and us being here in this place is proof of that.Ī look passed over his face, some serious thought that I couldn't read. His eyes were just black mirrors once more. Sad to know that the glory days passed this place by long before we arrived. Sad to think that Washington may someday be a tired ruin. I closed my eyes, suddenly dizzy and nauseated. ![]()
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