Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word

Forgotten the lush fields, the roses swarmed in hedgerows, each more plump, more vibrant than the last; Forgotten the glint of sun on the crystal streams, lakes nestled under the shelter of willow trees, caught in morning sun’s infant glow; Forgotten every dream of escape, of bitten insult, patient violence corded in muscles meant for slaughter and nothing else.

“Azriel.” She muses over and over, almost absently, while flexing her unbound hands, rubbing feeling back into her arms. Azriel. Azriel. It sounds something like birdsong, like rainfall. A voice so clear and bright there’s no mistaking the alignment of her soul, a destiny decided for her. He flexes his fist to keep from reaching for her again, for her throat. He should replace the air from her lungs with smoke, savor bone and cartilage crumbling under his touch. Nails bite into his palm. His own.

The Middle wasn’t like Emerie had expected. The darkness was oppressive, sinking in from all sides, curled around gnarled tree roots like vines. It leeched the light from the stars, marred by crown shy branches and deep mists. A far cry from the crags and plateaus of Windhaven. Even then, there was a magic to it. A heavy weight that pulled and dragged at her bones. Calling her forward, demanding she retreat.

“I said what I said.” Contemplating something — perhaps logistics, knowing her — Nesta took a long, deliberate sip. Perpetual tactician of the party scene, if there’s anything Nesta Archeron could do, it’s get her way. “I’ve heard it’s lovely in Paris this time of year.”

"Little Lucien, that's the best part," Dark laughter, warm and insidious, sank deep in his stomach. "He burns for as long as I want him to."

"Your human ethics do not stretch to the lives of androids." He says, the speaker behind what serves for his tongue offering platitudes he's hardwired to believe. "We are neither human, nor do we die." Rhys scoffs, staring out at the expanse of space through the viewport on the far wall. Their only light that of a distant sun too far away to have a name worth remembering, and the blue glow from his incision. "Feels an awful lot like death to me."