Morgasmo - Razzle Dazzle

I love those armor tusks

“A muezzin from the tower of darkness cries.” E. J. Sullivan, artist. _The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam_ 1913

Third Nature

Sunday afternoon listening.

Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith | Novelization by Matthew Stover

     Blade-to-blade, they were identical. After thousands of hours in lightsaber sparring, they knew each other better than brothers, more intimately than lovers; they were complementary halves of a single warrior.      In every exchange, Obi-Wan gave ground. It was his way. And he knew that to strike Anakin down would burn his own heart to ash.      Exchanges flashed. Leaps were sideslipped or met with flying kicks; ankle sweeps skipped over and punches parried. The door of the control center fell in pieces, and then they were inside among the bodies. Consoles exploded in fountains of white-hot sparks as they ripped free of their moorings and hurtled through the air. Dead hands spasmed on triggers and blaster bolts sizzled through impossibly intricate lattices of ricochet.