Graphic Novel - Female - English - Dark
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I certainly don't enjoy slaughtering as my mother does. Flying's girl went on. It's just a tour to me. She waited for the soldier to make some comment when he didn't, she continued, eggs are another matter. Of course. There's nothing more beautiful than eggs. Mm hmm. The warlord Lieutenant thought the girl to be a good deal more beautiful than eggs, he might have told her. So if his tongue wasn't so thick in his mouth, the soldiers simply wasn't accustomed to this sort of talk. When he pillaged conversation wasn't the rule flying squirrel reached into one of the reed baskets on the shelf behind her when she opened her hand, a half dozen tiny quail eggs rested in her palm. See how beautiful they are like pearls? The soldier stared not at the eggs, but at the narrowing, wriggling fingers that held them. Put your hand out, she said. He obeyed, as if he'd been given an order. But when she moved to put the tiny eggs into his huge course hand, he pulled away. I'll break them, he said, gruffly. You won't? The girl insisted, annoyed by his fear. The little eggs are very strong. He was doubtful, but put his hand out. Flying squirrels to cupped hands. One beside the other were smaller than the soldiers single outstretched hand. And if you break them, she added, what does it matter? Anyone else would be pleased to hear a fortune like that broke the seer. Anyone else might have believed you replied. Miss Chen, the whole thing only confirmed Mrs Chen's opinion that this divination was a questionable business. Was I wrong about your husband? Ask this year. MS Chen gave the woman an annoyed look. So you foretold my husband's death? So what men die all the time? And your daughter's pregnancy? The seer had not only foretold the pregnancy, but also that the child would be born out of wedlock, a prediction that had angered MS Chen at the time. It was no great trick to foretell that girl's pregnancy, she said to the seer. The old woman's blank eyes looked past Miss Chen, and Miss Chen, continued, one of my daughter's death that wasn't foretold. I can only tell you what I see, said the old woman. I don't see everything that was not true. The blind woman had foreseen the death of flying squirrel, but she kept the information to herself, delivering bad news was not always good for business. The slaughtering girl wore a rich robe of red silk, with orchids embroidered so vividly that one was tempted to reach out and pick them. I am wang zi mai, said the man, bowing, deeply. Known as the iron Warlord. I am Chen. Ah, quan! She replied, returning his bow. Known as the slaughtering girl, he recited. Not taking his eyes from Laquan. I'm on the board about to sail suddenly. I hear singing on the shore, she replied in a bright resonant voice. Peach blossom. Pool. Maybe 1000 fathoms deep, yet, not as deep as wine, loans feelings for me. The warlord smiled broadly. I knew I wouldn't be disappointed. I knew it from the moment I saw your image on the scroll. I've done nothing yet, Laquan replied, but recite half a poem known to everyone. The warlords. Joy could hardly be contained. The slaughtering girl even knew how to display proper humility. Zell! Laughed. I'll give you one more chance, slaughtering girl. If you agree to kill me a duck and cook it for me, we can call it quits, cook it for you, Laquan repeated incredulously. I'll shove the bird alive up your ******* ***! The slaughtering girl a bit tired now from her exertions and ignoring her previous failures, reached out once more for the woman this time, however, Zero did not treat her so gently. Instead of throwing the quan to the floor as she had been doing, Z raced away from her and toward a wall of the shop. She appeared to run about two thirds of the way up the wall, pushed off with both feet, rotated in the air like an acrobat, and kicked the slaughtering girl in the face with the sole of her foot. The blow landed with such force that Laquan was stunned. She did not lose her senses entirely, but was like a drunkard too full of wine to rise. Zero was an experienced fighter, confident in her skills and prepared to win. She left on top of the fallen woman, ready to pummel her if she didn't surrender. Zero had planned on defeating the slaughtering girl, but had not planned on what followed that was unexpected. Sitting astride li Quan's prone figure and prepared to strike her again. Zao looked closely at Laquan. She saw a muscular beast, a fearless animal. As the dazed slaughtering girl lay on the ground bleeding from a deep cut on her lip, Zal leaned forward until her mouth was close to the wound. Her eyes met the large, dark eyes of the slaughtering girl. Zoey's tongue darted outward to touch the trickle of blood and like juan's lips the crimson streak disappeared for a moment, but then reappeared. Zero sucked on the open cut, drinking the sweet blood.