“I took hold of that scourge -filled ship and crushed it between my limbs, hurtling it into the second sun, the red one that gave me strength. But I was too late." Terraformer
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Images—dungeons, prisons, a red dress, woman’s long dark hair, man in a cage, hand touching forehead, rope on fire, water or ice putting out fire, man embracing woman, smiling woman’s face fading to darkness as if a picture dropped in a fountain of water fades, still want a tiger in there somewhere.
Sound effects—a woman saying “Mujhe Tumse Pirari, Ren.” Torture screams? Evil laugh, tiger roar. Scary sad music interspersed with love music. Voice is Ren so need to find a strong young male Indian with a barely discernable accent with maybe a girl voicing for Kelsey in one part.
Captions-I’d like all the words to be captioned.
“Lao Tzu said, ‘Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.’”
That must have been true because every part of my body was in pain, especially now when we were apart.
When I closed my eyes, I could almost feel the whisper of her hair against my cheek. If I took a deep breath, her scent surrounded me.
When my abused body relaxed enough to sleep, I saw her so clearly in my dreams that I reached out to touch her.
I imagined whispered words of love that plagued me with impossible promises. Even imprisonment and torture couldn’t overwhelm my thoughts of her.
Broken, tired, and languishing in this shadowy hell, I felt a cool touch on my forehead.
A voice promised me an end to suffering, a darkening of my mind that would protect me and the one I loved.
Hesitating only a moment, I agreed and felt a cold numbness spread through me.
The pain and the passion twisted into a fiery rope and were extinguished by the cold.
What had I done?
With dismay, I saw each precious memory we’d made together dissolve and disappear. I forgot her wit, her smile, the feel of her hand in mine, her…voice.
When the last image of her began to vanish, tenaciously, desperately, I clung to that last thread, to the fragile wisp of our connection.
I pictured her in my mind and held on to that thin strand like a man who had fallen over the edge of a cliff.
I wrapped her warmth around my fingers, knotting the thread carefully as I did.
But with a clip, the thread was cut, and her beloved face faded into oblivion.
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New York Times Bestselling author Colleen Houck is a lifelong reader whose literary interests include action, adventure, paranormal, science fiction, and romance. When she's not busy writing, she likes to spend time chatting on the phone with one of her six siblings, watching plays, and shopping online. Colleen has lived in Arizona, Idaho, Utah, California, and North Carolina and is now permanently settled in Salem, Oregon with her husband and a huge assortment of plush tigers.