27 Ounces: A Story of Eight And One Half Ponies
She could feel her new flesh working hard to censor the horror of the memories, to limit the darkness of her recollection, but in her human life, she had been very, very dark indeed. she had been a consummate actor.
The Dragon Armour
How long has it been? How long have I been lying here for? I guess it didn't matter. Everything was dark, anyway, and all I could feel was something big and weighty pressing into me, exacerbating my pain. My physical pain. In fact, I didn't feel any...