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Sleeping Beauty, chapter 1
Nov. 3rd, 2020 07:41 amI don’t know that I’ll be writing the m/m Sleeping Beauty fast enough to post excerpts every Tuesday a la Honeytrap... but I thought that this particular Tuesday, perhaps we all need a distraction from the election, so I’m posting the first chapter for that purpose.
Chapter 1
The fairy folk love the rich. Cold, capricious, pretty words and empty gestures all glittering with glamour: the fairies see themselves in the rich as if in a mirror, and love them as they love themselves.
And the rich love the fairy folk, because they too believe that the fairies are their mirror, and like to believe that they, like the fairies, are magic.
But they are not: and that, in the end, is why the fairies love the rich. The rich are their perfect prey.
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Mr. Krause did not believe in fairies. In fact, although he liked to pretend he was a pious man, he believed in nothing but himself. He had come from nothing, a German immigrant who fled the draft in his own wretched principality, and landed on the shores of America with no money and no English in the year of 1820.
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Chapter 1
The fairy folk love the rich. Cold, capricious, pretty words and empty gestures all glittering with glamour: the fairies see themselves in the rich as if in a mirror, and love them as they love themselves.
And the rich love the fairy folk, because they too believe that the fairies are their mirror, and like to believe that they, like the fairies, are magic.
But they are not: and that, in the end, is why the fairies love the rich. The rich are their perfect prey.
***
Mr. Krause did not believe in fairies. In fact, although he liked to pretend he was a pious man, he believed in nothing but himself. He had come from nothing, a German immigrant who fled the draft in his own wretched principality, and landed on the shores of America with no money and no English in the year of 1820.
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