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bending_sickleNanowrimo, Day 8: \o/ Tomorrow will definitely be Crowley-day!
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* Qur'an, At-Tawba 5
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They went deeper into the woods as the sunlight grew stronger, the shadows of the trees keeping them always in the dark. The jeep took a particularly bumpy path, more tree roots and stones than anything, and Icarus looked away from the window. He shifted forward and reached behind him to pull out Chip’s gun. He stared at it in his hands, fingers carefully away from the trigger despite the safety catch, muzzle pointed to the ground. Stray beams of sunlight piercing through the trees glinted off the metal.
Dean glanced at Icarus from the driver’s seat, eyes flickering to the rearview mirror then back to the front. Moments later, he eased the jeep onto the side of the road and killed the engine.
* Qur'an, At-Tawba 5
