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Monstrous
monstrous /'m?nstr?s/ adjective 1. I want to tell you about a boy born from the ashes of His mother, His father’s boiling rage. The rain that falls on His skin. He will grow to destroy everything, or so the prophecy says. Is the future set in stone? They will tie Him down and torture him and He will take his namesake with all the violent fury that He deserves. Worldbreaker. Is there not something so romantic about the gentle destruction of everything that we hold dear? 2. I want to tell you about a woman. Her name means bringer of sorrow and the very sound of it sends a chill deep in your bones. She is not afraid to take what she deserves, not even if it leaves you bleeding. She knows not how her fate will become so entwined with His that His grief will be felt – raw, visceral, within Her breast. Her love will start a war. They will take Her children but She will return with more, snarling, brutal, ready for battle. 3. I want to tell you about a child. I want you to know that nothing is what it seems. Dreams of sorrow, of dark moss beneath my toes. The knife at my hip. The destruction of all fragile things within.
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