Stone Circle defeat the stymphalian birds

ingram offers a wide berth to the places in the claim of the stone circle that smell of many wolves, that smell of birth.

it cloys, almost tauntingly; thoughts of the listener and that if their union had been ... successful, that she likely would've given birth by now.

errantly, detachedly, ingram thinks about his possible children and then, like the curling edges of a letter held to a fire, lets it burn to ash. even if children had came out of that vicious night, the culmination of their obsession and betrayal: they would not know him.

nor he, them.

a shudder passes along his spine as he draws nearer to the stone circle; desperate to feel the pull of the commanders of the past, osiris or any of the others he had once worshipped in the bones that are told to lay beneath the earth.