Essay About Chapter 1

“They knew very well why he hadn’t: because of the enormity of the knife descending and cutting into living flesh; because of the unbearable blood” (31)

he said, 'No more! I should have roared you down when first you told me your suspicion. But I

“With the knife I had, I opened his chest to that place…. I inserted the knife point, and with great difficulty, at last i pulled it out”

Why do we speak of ‘basic” rather than “primitive” religions? We speak of basic religion because basic religion came from prehistory or are practiced in remote places. And elements of the basic religions are found to some degree in all religions. Basic religions represent the majority of the total religious experience of humankind. While primitive religion carries with it connotations of being backward, simple, even childlike. Christian or Muslim or Jew may tend to look down on these religions as being superstitious, uncivilized, or even savage. The term is misleading in suggesting that the religions of those peoples are somehow less complex than the religions of "advanced" societies.

He ran into the clearing, where he heard the horse, with revolver drawn anticipating a fight but all he saw was Captain O’neill stood over a still, lifeless body. “Captain! What happened? Are you alright?” Even shouting it looked like the Captain didn’t hear Samuel. “ Captain! What happened?” Samuel was slowly approaching the Captain now, revolver still drawn.

around him like a halo, or a mane. In his right hand, he held a knife. Their captive gazed at it in fear before struggling again. Jack threw himself on the doctor and with one swift motion found his neck and gave one quick slice. The doctor struggled for a few seconds and then went still.

The Lord sighed as he knelt down in front of the other. He took off his hood smiled so saccharinely at him. Steward’s face turned bright red as he stared at the most handsome male in the entire world.

Before the Lorscan could pull out another pistol or a dagger, William pounced. Gripping the man by the shoulders, he knelt his head down and sunk his teeth into the man’s exposed throat. Running off of pure adrenaline, and the instinct to fight to survive, he broke through skin and meat, continuing to bite down until his teeth clacked together. He jerked his head up, spitting out the chunk of meat he had managed to bite off before going back down and biting again. He heard a gurgled cry, but his surroundings were quickly becoming muffled and hazy. The stench of blood, the cloying, dizzying scent of copper sent William’s head spinning, but he continued to tear into the man’s through, switching to his hands once he felt too dizzy to move his head. It was either William or the enemy pirate, and Will was not intent on dying anytime

He swished the sword through the air and said, “This is a most interesting weapon, it is thin and light, yet seems to be unbreakable. I think I'll slice you to pieces with it Angelica, and then I'll keep your head as a souvenir. These other two, I will find other uses for.”

“Okay I may have met the man before.” he joked, struggling to chuckle with the sharp piece of metal digging into his flesh. Without a word, the ebony haired woman directed him towards the front of the bar. As they trod, the man’s lips parted, “Hun, mind telling me who order this bounty on me?” halting where they stood, she dragged the blade along his

“Okay, okay. Calm down. I’ll tell you. King Kheiron hid the staff in plain view using a magical illusion.” I said, and the idea that he might kill me for lying sent my brain cells into overload, millions of tiny imps scurrying around in my head, shrieking and flapping their arms.

“I am Nathan Andrews. I have come to explore and study this magnificent castle.” Before he can ask her to introduce herself, she’s attacking him. With expert instincts, his hand pull the sword from its sheath with ease in time to block a blow. “Woah! Wait! What did I do wrong?”

I held out my hand and one of my men wisely placed a charging weapon in it. I calmly entered the meeting room, walked up to the man with a bandaged hand with a smile on his face, place the barrow of the weapon to his head, and pulled the trigger.

He turned to his friends and punched them softly in mockery. Understanding the situation, they began laughing too- them and all the bystanders. Demetri’s expression didn’t change. He wouldn’t run, he didn’t have the seed of fear for this man like he did for his master. He was not afraid of someone who was most likely a dimwit. Demetri would probably be able predict the things the man would do, predict even the things he would say in just a moment. “Do you want me to show you what a real punch is little slave?” Yes that, Demetri knew he would say just that.

The prince went back to throne room to continue listening to affairs that he had to sort out concerning the state. While Prince Louis was handling his business, Lady Eden was handling business of her own. Lady Eden went back to her room were she met her spy name Thomas, to give him a letter with unknown contents to give to her father. “Take this letter to my father, Duke Edman in Horse Hounder. This letter needs to be in his hands by tomorrow at sunset.” said Lady Eden to Thomas. “That is over a hundred miles of rough roads through the No Man’s Forest.”, said Thomas. Lady Eden replied, “well you had better be on your way I suppose.” “Yes, mi Lady.” said Thomas.