"...and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting on the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; and his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming. And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, shall be lifted…”
( Read more... )Nov. 1st, 2016
The prompt:
The T.H.R.U.S.H. laboratory was in a near state of utter destruction, much to the chagrin of Illya Kuryakin.
As he stood there staring at the mess, his partner sidled up beside him.
“A little heavy handed with the explosives again enh, I.K.?”