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[niiv]

please someone gift me a gold dagger encrusted with garnets and etched with words of love and longing, pleASE I BEG YOU I NEED-

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[thegnasticious]

Gold Dagger

There once was a man

who walked from country to country,

and swam the seven seas.

He gathered the misfits from every land he approached,

he told them,

"Serve me, and you can be free to use and enjoy the plunders

of this overtaking for five years, after that point, 

you shall join me in the great journey"

It was said, he once killed a king with only the lift of his left pinky

and the wink of his left eye.

It was said, he once hung a king by his crown.

It was said, he once crucified a king, just to see if it was possible.

One by one, Kingdoms and leaders slowly fell by his hand.

Once flourishing landscapes quickly turned to barren hells,

as his reign needed only hands to serve him.

In his words,

"If the farmers ceased to farm for the people, so be it.

If the smiths ceased to make weapons for the people, so be it.

I will provide for you, so you need not worry."

Once the lands had no seen opposition,

he would throw the people out of their homes,

and if they did not fit his "requirements",

they could also be sent to his foundry;

a giant smelter he made to liquidate the king's gold and treasures he plundered,

and smith weapons for his planned "master" army.

One woman was sent because her hair was too long,

One man spoke too loud,

another man's nose was too big.

People who were sent to these foundries would lose there names

and people in society were not supposed to recognize when they "disappeared",

or else they could be victim to the same fate as well.

His overtakings spread like a wildfire throughout the land.

Soon

no message would go past his say,

no art would make him a contradiction,

he wanted propaganda and power

and he wanted it to be of the highest form.

He decided his propaganda would be religion, 

in his mind

if he began with a king,

surely in time he could overtake a god.

After five years of planning, 

he sought the employment of the 

misfits that began his reign.

If they helped him take down a king, 

a god should be no problem?

Many of the misfits did not support this new change,

some came, 

some tried to leave.

The ones that decided to abandon his kingdom

would be taken away with a black bag over there head.

They would then be taken to the smelter, 

and thrown in the golden brew.

The ones that joined him,

were brought to little numbered cells

where the only admittance of food or freedom

was when they wrote something of praise towards him or his reign.

He would walk by their cells early in the morning, brandishing a ruby dagger, probably composed of the afflicted friends and family, just to remind them, that they serve him and nothing else.

"I'm already a god",

he'd say to himself and chuckle.

One day he was doing his daily runs,

and when he came by cell 4 

he noticed that everything within the cell had been rearranged.

The bed switched from one side of the wall to the other, 

the nightstand was on the right side of the room

and worse yet no one was seen within the cell.

One of the daily guards came by, 

and he proceeded to interrogate him about prisoner #4.

The guard said that he hadn't seen prisoner #4,

there had been rumors he just upped and vanished the night before,

there was even reports of a loud "POOF"ing noise around 3 a.m. in the block.

He just would not believe this, 

He asked the guard for his keys and proceeded inside the little cell himself.

The first thing he noticed, was that a little message was left lying on the bed.

He opened up the paper from a little folded hexagon shape,

inside it said,

"I won't kill you with your family and friends, but your wealth itself",

and with that the blade of a pure golden dagger slipped into his neck.

The guard stood behind him, waiting until his last gasps of life seeped from his poor body.

It was then that he said,

"Now you know what it really feels like to be a god"

[bookswinprizes-blog]

The Game is Afoot

I do slightly better in the Gold Daggers than I did in the Edgars. The Gold Dagger Award is the UK equivalent, coming from the UK's Crime Writers' Association rather than the Mystery Writers of America.

I do slightly better, but not by much, in that I have read two of the fifty-six winners: The Honourable Schoolboy by John le Carré (1977) and Popcorn by Ben Elton (1996). The former was my least favourite of the 'Karla' trilogy (Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is the best by some margin, in my opinion), and the latter is the second best of the two Ben Elton novels I have read (the other being Blast from the Past, which I liked). Both of which give me some concerns about how much I'm going to like this list of winners.

Again, I have read some other books in series which have won (Rebus, Morse), but not the winning entry itself, and I am quite keen to read the earlier le Carré winner, The Spy Who Came in from the Cold, but for now my score is pretty poor.