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maeveth
* Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
* Tag five other people to do the same.
(it starts page 57, because 56 was the start of a chapter with 2.5 REALLY LONG sentences, and then these seven proceeded to take up the ENTIRE PAGE D: )
He summoned his children to his bedside and they came, the living and the dead of them, and they shivered in the cold granite halls. They gathered about his bed and waited respectfully, the living to his right side, the dead to his left.
Four of his sons were dead: Secundus, Quintus, Quartus, and Sextus, and they stood unmoving, grey figures, insubstantial and silent.
Three of his sons remained alive: Primus, Tertius and Septimus. They stood, solidly, uncomfortably, on the right side of the chamber, shifting from foot to foot, scratching their cheeks and noses, as if they were shamed by the silent repose of their dead brothers. They did not glance across the room toward their dead brothers, acting - as best they could - as if they and their father were the only ones in that cold room, where the windows were huge holes in the granite through which the cold winds blew. And whether this is because they could see their dead brothers, or because, having murdered them (one apiece, save Septimus, who had killed both Quintus and Sextus, poisining the former with a dish of spiced eels, and, rejecting artifice for effeciency and gravity, simply pushing Sextus off a precipice one night as they were admiring a lightning storm far below), they chose to ignore them, scared of guilt, or revelation, or ghosts, their father did not know.
maeveth* Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
* Tag five other people to do the same.
(it starts page 57, because 56 was the start of a chapter with 2.5 REALLY LONG sentences, and then these seven proceeded to take up the ENTIRE PAGE D: )
He summoned his children to his bedside and they came, the living and the dead of them, and they shivered in the cold granite halls. They gathered about his bed and waited respectfully, the living to his right side, the dead to his left.
Four of his sons were dead: Secundus, Quintus, Quartus, and Sextus, and they stood unmoving, grey figures, insubstantial and silent.
Three of his sons remained alive: Primus, Tertius and Septimus. They stood, solidly, uncomfortably, on the right side of the chamber, shifting from foot to foot, scratching their cheeks and noses, as if they were shamed by the silent repose of their dead brothers. They did not glance across the room toward their dead brothers, acting - as best they could - as if they and their father were the only ones in that cold room, where the windows were huge holes in the granite through which the cold winds blew. And whether this is because they could see their dead brothers, or because, having murdered them (one apiece, save Septimus, who had killed both Quintus and Sextus, poisining the former with a dish of spiced eels, and, rejecting artifice for effeciency and gravity, simply pushing Sextus off a precipice one night as they were admiring a lightning storm far below), they chose to ignore them, scared of guilt, or revelation, or ghosts, their father did not know.