Mar 9
Ch. 24 of Words are Gonna Bleed from Me is up!
He’s died twice before: scorched meridians and splintered bones; speared open, crushed and bleeding. Those times the dead had worked to mend him, to pull his broken pieces back together. He'd felt the icy bite of ghosts stitching seams in him with the weight of their own souls, the bitter rasp of resentment as it wove and wended through tendons and arteries and bone marrow. Now those ghost seams are ripped open and his bones are unknotting at their core. ~Or: The fight ends.
