As George spoke, Ami listened growing more and more surprised with each word. Her entire world had been shifted and turned upside down since crashing on the island: time travel was a reality in the future, magick was real, and now . . . grim reapers were not just a made up story. She wondered why any of that should be surprising considering that she was a telekinetic, teleporting telepath. Perhaps it was because she'd been wired to live science fiction, but not so much fantasy.
But aside from her natural shielding, George felt as alive as anyone else on the beach. Her emotions were real, and right now there was fear and trepidation coming from her. What was she worried about? That Ami would run scared? Think George was right barmy? Both?
(Grim reapers collect the souls of dead.) For some reason Ami thought of the Piers Anthony novel, "On a Pale Horse," and briefly found her mind wondering if that was how it really worked, if maybe Anthony's inspiration had come from one of those art imitating life moments. And if there were truly grim reapers . . . or was there only one?
(No, George said, 'a grim reaper,' singular.)
Her attention shifted to the paper in George's hand and back to the woman's face. "Is that why you survived? So that you could collect the souls of everyone who died? What did you do with them?"
Another frightening, horrible thought occurred to her. "Is that why you're here? Are more people going to die?" Before she could stop herself from asking, the predictable next question tumbled forth, panic and fear shaking her. "Is Scott going to die? Mega – Damon?" Ami didn't so much worry about herself, but she couldn't stomach the thought of losing either of them.
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[Ami] Bombshells Away! (tag George)
Date: 2006-04-18 02:49 pm (UTC)But aside from her natural shielding, George felt as alive as anyone else on the beach. Her emotions were real, and right now there was fear and trepidation coming from her. What was she worried about? That Ami would run scared? Think George was right barmy? Both?
(Grim reapers collect the souls of dead.) For some reason Ami thought of the Piers Anthony novel, "On a Pale Horse," and briefly found her mind wondering if that was how it really worked, if maybe Anthony's inspiration had come from one of those art imitating life moments. And if there were truly grim reapers . . . or was there only one?
(No, George said, 'a grim reaper,' singular.)
Her attention shifted to the paper in George's hand and back to the woman's face. "Is that why you survived? So that you could collect the souls of everyone who died? What did you do with them?"
Another frightening, horrible thought occurred to her. "Is that why you're here? Are more people going to die?" Before she could stop herself from asking, the predictable next question tumbled forth, panic and fear shaking her. "Is Scott going to die? Mega – Damon?" Ami didn't so much worry about herself, but she couldn't stomach the thought of losing either of them.