His eyes met those of the child with the dagger

by Eva Grace

The child with the dagger

* * *
No matter what happened, there were always eight of them protecting the stone.

The blood spilled and his eyes met those of the child with the dagger, willing him to be the ninth.

* * *
Gold does not rust, no matter how long it stays buried.

His face paled when he saw the state of the treasure in his hands.

* * *
Guardian angels are everywhere, always among us.

He entered the house with a knife in his hand, determined to kill his.

* * *
He held the book close to him, like it was a lifeline, holding him back from the perilous ledge he was dangling over.

Noah was not aware of the danger as he looked up at the stars.

* * *
God was not a nice man, he decided, as he stared at the army before him.

And angels were not pretty, they were monsters.

About the author

Eva Grace is a poet and author hailing from Calgary, Alberta. She finds the winters there both poetically beautiful and horrendously cold. She alternates between wanting to wander the nearby natural parks and take pictures and huddling by the fire, watching her favourite shows. She has published several poetry collections and novels scheduled for the next two years. You can find more about her works and projects on Instagram at @evagracewrites or on Tiktok at @evasfiction. When not writing, Eva can be found drawing, knitting, or reading the latest release by R.F. Kuang.

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