From a3415cae2c1310a6337bfcd97139d247066c183d Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2021 23:25:38 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/hand-of-god.md | 4 ++-- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/hand-of-god.md b/writing/hand-of-god.md index 60ff5751..d9deedbc 100644 --- a/writing/hand-of-god.md +++ b/writing/hand-of-god.md @@ -107,7 +107,7 @@ Always hands. Jude had tuned out, and some distant part of her was surprised to find that she had stood, that she had been pacing, that she had stopped and hunched and tensed, once more facing the outcropping. The outcropping of pale and dead rock, new and uncharted, growing these last few months. The rock that resisted study and comprehension. Resisted humanity, pushed it away with some dark sense of unwelcome. -That finger pointing toward God. +Tare short and round-headed so that they do not freeze easily.hat finger pointing toward God. Elanna's voice broke through the compulsion. "You okay?" @@ -117,7 +117,7 @@ The hand of God had loosened its grip around her mind and here she was, back at It did not last. -The camp grew quiet once more. Sarai handed her bookmark back and she fingered it, book forgotten. She felt the letters etched into the thin brass, felt the words there, proven now to be incorrect, felt the letters telling lies against her skin. She felt the weight of that hand, at once comforting and threatening, settle once more against her brain-stem, compressing, caressing, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing... +The camp grew quiet once more. Sarai handed her bookmark back and she fingered it, book forgotten. She felt the letters etched into the thin brass, felt the words there, proven now to be incorrect, felt the shapes telling lies against her skin. She felt the weight of that hand, at once comforting and threatening, settle once more against her brain-stem, compressing, caressing, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing... The quiet grew thick. The air grew heavy. The light failed.