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The Black ArrowA Tale of the ResistanceBy Vin Suprynowicz The portals are everywhere, now. Scanning for weapons, for drugs...No getting out of line. The people had forgotten how to fight back. There was no one to show them how. Or was there? When she first saw him he was silhouetted against the moon, a black stallion rearing up to claim all he surveyed. Her heart slowed in her chest, then. There was a strange keening in her ears that she knew was not of this time or place, but of the other world. It was a vision she was having, a waking dream that would haunt her, drive her in ways unexplained. In the dark o fthe city's night, whenever the weak or oppressed cry out in pain or fear, a quiet footfall can be heard on the roof, he owlshadow passeth before the moon. The twang of the bow, the quiet gasp of feathered death ... The Black Arrow lives. The Black Arrow is a tale of sex and violence; freedom and fertility; rebellion and revenge. With lots of rock 'n roll. |
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