#SixSentenceSunday

Technically seven sentences, but let’s let it fly as one of them is only two words long.

From The Guardian:

Maybe his body, forbidden from direct feeding for years, simply didn’t recall its potential. Suddenly, with a tease of the taste of consumption, it waned in lieu of enough. Sure, Victoria could funnel sufficient strength for Osiris to survive, but it wasn’t enough for him to thrive. He wanted to feel again as though he could fly, like he could pull one of the sky scrapers rising far overhead, down with nothing more than the whim of his intellect. He wanted to be able to claim his wife’s body like the commander of gods he once was. He remained. He felt his nature roar to life, all while crying out in pain.

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