March 24th, 2007

Adrasteius: Really?  Really.

from the next chapter of claris project

"The apples which grew in Lucifer's orchard were sanguine-skinned with black meat, and the scent of them--a fermented, dizzy-sweet smell underscored with notes of burnt ash and sulfur, like toxic leaves burning in autumn--was powerful enough to render a man comatose. A bite of them revealed every secret of life to the eater, then killed him.

The apples were Lucifer's favorite breakfast."


Making up things like this is what I really like to write, at the end of the day, for better or for worse >_>