» BETWEEN TWO FIRES. sentence prompts pulled from christopher buehlman’s novel, between two fires. mature themes ahead. change as you see fit, ser.
i feared you, but now i pity your suffering.
if death means to take you, he may do it here as easily as on the road. he is already in this house.
you may not be wicked, but i’m wicked enough for both of us.
i don’t care if you shit yourself. you don’t deserve any better.
balls to that. i’ll swear if i please.
that’s not forgiveness, it’s justice. and wretched justice at that.
i can’t sleep. i’m too… agitated.
i’m sorry. i’m nervous. you know i talk when i’m nervous.
what a pain in the ass you are!
everyone lies at confession. around the edges, at least.
let us speak of something happier.
we don’t want to start liking you and have you up and die on us.
i suspect more than i know.
your joking is pleasant, but it doesn’t hide the hole in you.
when was the last time you had wine? and i mean good wine.
but i can suffer. god wants suffering now.
i think he liked being bad as long as it was for pretend.
help yourself. something bad goes on here at night.
if it made you smile, it’s not completely useless.
we all fall short of perfection.
that’s the beauty of being nude in a river; you’re nobody. you’re anybody you want to be.
i do what i say. which is why i don’t say much.
those big cities are tombs, and they’re hungry.
i’ll look after your soul. as for the body, that’s in god’s hands.
if anything knocks, don’t open.
you only have one task, and that is to live. see that you do it.
so you drink the fruit of your brother’s damnation.
the plague doesn’t care about nice.
i just… don’t want anybody’s eyes on me. if i have to do things to survive.
heavenly treasures and earthly ones are not the same.
please help us. in the name of mercy, i beg you.
if devils hide in beer, is that why you drink so much wine?
let us be loving with each other. there’s so little love anywhere.
many who ask for justice are sorry to get it, and so shall it be with you.
you know what we’ve come to do now, don’t you?
do you believe in luck, my lady?