"Hey bitch!" My crying immediatly stopped, replaced with an even bigger sense of fear. "Don't fucking cry! I haven't even started with you yet!"He wal...ked over to me, slowly, reveling in the way I cringed from him. I tried to get away but my body was so weak from the abuse and the long walk. Not to mention I felt like my head was going to explode. He just laughed as I tried to move away. In one quick motion he stomped his foot onto my chest, knocking the air out of my small body. He looked in my. The Lodestone let him do it. Somehow, it gave the rare ability of imbuing to thousands of people while simultaneously robbing them of their will, making them slaves utterly to my father.“How fast can you find another Lodestone to enchant?” my father said, his rage already cooling. His passions never lasted long, whether anger or lust. He looked like pale marble in the silvery moonlight streaming through his bedroom window, his hair a pale blond.“The mine has never found another piece big. It was not that they were segregated or anything, it was just that they mostly stayed with their own kind like in the picture show, or at the beach or even in sitting down at the lunch table and conversing with your own kind.Grace had never really thought of her attitude as being unfair to almost half of her classmates but she understood now how wrong she was to exclude them from her inner circle of friends just because of the color of their skin.Now that she realized she was a minority, she. - You should be careful, Mr. Carson – said Heckert, approaching me – They have a bad habit of kicking strangers. A defensive reflex, I guess. Their legs are extraordinarily powerful, believe me. I’ve seen tougher men than you falling to the ground like they had been shot. –- She cannot reach me. –- Why do you think we hobble them?- he snickered, while he tauntingly poked his finger in her bound breast. – Jokes apart, Eggy is a good pony, isn’it? She’d never kick our guest, wouldn’t she? -The.