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A smile flitted across War's mouth, hidden by her helmet. She had little patience for religion (although she approved heartily of the religious fanatics who sought to cleanse the world of heresy), and the only faith War had was in cold steel and hot blood.Jackie Morse Kessler
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Thou art hunger, yo. Make with the starvation.Jackie Morse Kessler
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YOU DEMAND SALVATION EVEN AS YOU STEAL FROM THE COLLECTION PLATE.YOU SEND FOOD TO THE REFUGEES, AND THEN YOU DON'T ALLOW THE DELIVERY TRUCKS THROUGH THE WARZONES. THE FOOD WILL SPOIL , THE SUPPLIES WILL BE SOLD BY THE VICTORS . THE CIVILIANS WILL STARVE AND SICKEN AND EVENTUALLY DIE. IT IS THE WAY OF THINGS. THEY WILL ALL DIE, WHETHER FROM THE BRUTAL SAVAGERY THAT IS UNIQUE TO MAN OR FROM THE ABUNDANCE OF DISEASE OR FROM THE SCARCITY OF SUSTENANCE.Jackie Morse Kessler
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On the flat expanse of pancake ice, War stood by the Pale Rider’s side. Though their forms did not touch, their shadows intertwined, black on black, in a smoky caress.“ Knew you’d come, ” Death said cheerfully. She smiled, and that slow motion of her lips hinted at many things. “The White Rider divided, and the world on the brink of destruction. How could I stay away?”“ I could set my watch by you.”“ You don’t have a watch.” Her smile broadened into a grin. “An hourglass, maybe. ”“Please, not another joke about a scythe. .”She mimed zipping her mouth shut. A pause, as they listened to the sounds of the boy healing and the man summoning doom.“ I like him, ” War said. Even though she hadn’t specified whether she meant the boy or the man, Death smiled and nodded. “Me too.”“ You like everyone.”“ Well, yes.” The two shared a quiet laugh, their voices mingling in perfect harmony. A longer pause, and then War asked, “What of Famine?”“What of her? She’s not mine. Not yet, anyway. She will be soon enough.” The Red Rider slid him a look. “That’s cold, even for you.”“ Eh, just practical.” A shrug. “Everyone comes to me eventually. It’s the journey that makes it interesting.”“ Such a people person! ” He flashed her a grin. “My best quality.”“ Oh, ” said War, sliding her gloved hand into his pale one, “I can think of others that are better.Jackie Morse Kessler
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Living means constantly growing closer to death. Satisfaction only temporarily relieves hunger. Find the balance, and plant your feet.Jackie Morse Kessler