Halcyon Days, Chapter Four.Halcyon Days.
They would end their days at dawn, watching the sun rise int he cold autumn winds; he would breathe softly, afraid to disrupt the sacred silence of the vigil that welcomed them into sleep, and which would bring them into the world once more at dusk, when the shadows pressed firm over the land.
He dreamed often of the sunlight that he had forsaken in this adventure: bright and warm and soothing, golden over the grasses, shimmering in the steam coming off the ponds and streams - until the red oceans beyond the horizon swarmed over the sky and washed the world away; stranding him on a sandy strip with red all around him, till the sea rose again and filled his eyes and mouth, tasting of blood. Coppery and sweet. Until a few months went by, giving him time to get used to it all, he would wake with a start and a gasp; and once that time passed, he viewed the ocean with ambivalence, and turned his gaze to that which shif
Halcyon Days, Chapter Three.Halcyon Days
A frenzy of house-cleaning and laundry the following morning brought to Delilah the feeling of freedom that she must have subconsciously yearned for this whole time. The midday sunlight saw her leave the house in her Sunday best, bearing a great basket full of cookies, and walking down the street, almost singing with happiness. It was an uncharacteristically sunny and warm day for early April, as if the weather brought good tidings to match her own feelings. Beside her walked Sam, similarly dressed - though his clothes were a little tight, as he'd put on some muscle while he was gone. The two rounded the corner and walked down the adjacent street, up to the house whose backyard faced their own. Like the Reese house, the Phillips homestead was a two-story white paneled house, with a small garden in the front and several large trees distributed across the front and back yards. Delilah was happy to see that Mrs. Phillips' ga
Halcyon Days, Chapter Two.Halcyon Days
ii. Truth Be Told...
"All right, can you repeat that for my report? From the date of departure, if you will, go over it again for me, Sam." The officer, trying not to show the confusion and disbelief on his face, put pen to legal pad and wrote down the basic information at the top of the page, then waited to hear it all again.
Honestly, if the one telling this story wasn't Sam Reese, wasn't the kid they all knew was the most trustworthy young man in the country, he wouldn't believe a word of it. But let the commissioner figure out whether to inquire further - he was only a grunt on the force. He wrote down what he heard.
"All right, so on the night I disappeared - I was patrolling the summer vacation homes district at about eleven p.m. and spotted a suspiciously parked white service van, unmarked. There look to be an illegal tint on the windows; I couldn't see inside. I went to call it in, and found my equipment unable to connect. Same for my
Halcyon Days, Chapter One.Halcyon Days.
Skin steaming in the cold autumn night, he shed the life that belonged to Sam Reese, and opened his eyes to the world as ██████████.
i. When Angels Hear Your Prayers...
The sun-bleached linoleum and plastic-coated cabinets in Delilah Reese's kitchen have been meticulously kept clean every day for fifty years. It was her parents' house, too, when they were young, and Delilah's life had always had its biggest moments at the polished, round table by the glass sliding door. For better or worse, it was her domain, this part of the house, and by force of habit she had drank her morning coffee here for thirty-eight years, since she was fifteen.
This table had often been a happy place, but not today. Not yesterday. Not, she sighed, since Sam had disappeared. Delilah picked at her piece of toast, teary-eyed at the sting of worry that surfaced at the thought. It was one of those days w
Paradiso Story Concept, Part One(Original work excerpted from Thomas Harris' Red Dragon.)
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Graham stood up. "Thank you, doctor. I want to see Lecter now."
The steel door of the maximum-security section closed behind Graham. He heard the bolt slide home. Graham's simmering hate for the place stirred briefly in the back of his mind at the sound -- then dispersed as goosebumps down his neck and shoulders.
Graham knew that Lecter slept most of the morning. He hadn't used to, not in the Tuscan hills where gazing at the dawn could revive the dead. But here, trapped indoors, there was no sun to wake with. He looked down the corridor. At that angle he could not see into Lecter's cell, but he could tell that the lights inside were dimmed. It had bothered Graham endlessly, in his time in this place, that there was never any total darkness. He unconsciously ground his teeth at the thought, willing it away.
Graham wanted to see Dr. Lecter asleep. He wanted time to brace him
Random Hannigram Story Snippet Number 1Breakfast.
There comes the easy glow of the morning sun, filtering through the stained-glass eastern windows, mildly reddening Will Graham's hair as he yawns and stretches in bed. It is just about dawn, and he feels energy reaching for his fingertips. Invigorated.
Often, this early in the morning, he greets the sun bare-chested with a cup of tea, or a mug of hot honeyed mead, standing beside Hannibal on the back deck of their cozy cottage. This morning, Will surmises, must be some kind of special day: the scent of sweet cinnamon things wafts through the air, and Hannibal is busy in the kitchen already.
Curious, the former Special Agent watches from the armchair for a while, uneager to speak and ruin the moment; it is Hannibal, always, who must speak first, he who controls their two lives so neatly, and who was he to deprive the man of that power? Eventually, Hannibal turns back to the table, and it is at this point that Will cannot suppress a gasp of surprise and wonder at what