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New Lost Kings story: Fourteen. Kes POV, and it’s basically all one long unbroken scene of somewhat more graphic violence than I usually write.
Kes rubbed the mud across his cheekbones, thought of how his mother’s cousin Tati had always told the story the same way, and drew his knife. Nixi had kissed her children goodnight, and then she and her sister Buna had smeared their faces with their native soil, and had crept out into the woods to save their village.
Blasters made noise. Knives didn’t. And Stormtrooper armor was all made the same. Kes had never killed a man before, had never seriously contemplated it, but he was very good at cutting exactly what he aimed at with a knife.
New Lost Kings story: Fourteen. Kes POV, and it’s basically all one long unbroken scene of somewhat more graphic violence than I usually write.
Kes rubbed the mud across his cheekbones, thought of how his mother’s cousin Tati had always told the story the same way, and drew his knife. Nixi had kissed her children goodnight, and then she and her sister Buna had smeared their faces with their native soil, and had crept out into the woods to save their village.
Blasters made noise. Knives didn’t. And Stormtrooper armor was all made the same. Kes had never killed a man before, had never seriously contemplated it, but he was very good at cutting exactly what he aimed at with a knife.
