HUMAN SACRIFICES by MARÍA FERNANDA AMPUERO (REVIEW)
quickly: a collection of stories that showcase the natural and supernatural horrors of living on the margins of society (women who write / men who are monsters / love turning into hate / the sons of witches / children hidden in dark places / old, rotting, wasted houses / sleeping ghosts awakened / obsessions with the dead / corruption, greed, oppression, and abuse).
A breathtaking collection of short horror stories that will give you chills and break your heart. Each story can fit in the palm of your hand, and they are delightfully short and punchy. Remember ‘Scary Stories to Tell In The Dark’? This is that book but written by an amazingly poetic Ecuadorian woman. I was beginning to think I was immune to horror in literature form. I’ve been searching for a thriller that actually thrills, and María did so much more than that. Some of the stories are about the horrors of other people, some are about supernatural horrors, and others are about the horrors of the mind. All of them question patriarchy, capitalism, white supremacy, and inhumanity. Picked it up, and finished it without putting it down. Looking forward to more from María.
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hey if you're taking sacrifices can i give you my whumpees who arent any use to me?
I swear this one guy is more trouble than his worth but you might be able to have some fun with him.
lemme know if you're interested and i'll drop him off tonight.
I can handle him ;)
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Must One Respect So-Called “Religions” As A Matter Of Principle? And Are They All The Same?
Are cultures all the same, should they be equally respected? The “woke” not being fully awake yet, assert this complete absurdity as their main directive. As nihilistic as one can get… But they never heard about evolution, progress! Respect for individuals who don’t know any better is one thing. Respect for perverse ideologies, knowing that they are perverse, another. It turns out that all and…
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Gladiatorial fights were a type of human sacrifice.
Gladiatorial fights of the sort organized for the funeral of Brutus Pera were a type of human sacrifice. Such sacrifices, held to honor great men and women at their funerals, were not uncommon in the ancient world. In the Iliad, the Greek hero Achilles sacrifices a dozen captured Trojans at the funeral of his lover Patroclus, for example.
On the Italian peninsula it was the Campanians, descendants of Greek settlers, who popularized gladiatorial fights about a century before the death of Brutus Pera—though these events were not necessarily associated with funerals. According to the Roman author Livy, the Campanians, borrowing from their ancestral homeland, began the tradition to celebrate a military victory over their archenemies, the Samnites. They dressed slaves in captured Samnite armor and forced them to fight to the death.
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DC x DP: The Real Blood Son
It's a year after Damian came to live with them that he decides it is an excellent time to bombard Bruce with his news.
"I had a blood brother." He says to Tim after the other commented how important blood meant to Bruce-ie, not enough to make him get rid of his other sons. "He was the first from the artificial womb mother made with Father's DNA; however, he was disposed of once his heart condition became known. I highly doubt you will last even twice as long Drake-"
"What"
Bruce didn't know that he could make his voice that cold. That dead. What in the world does he mean disposed.
Damian goes still. The kind of still where he isn't sure if he just earned a punishment and is trying not to react to the fear. "My elder brother. Did mother not inform you?"
"Damian," Bruce struggles to level his tone at Dick's hard stare. "She hadn't even informed me of you. Please, can you explain more about your brother."
The youngest nods. "He had no name, but he was my biological brother. He was forced to grow to age of three before they realized he was defective. Grandfather had him sacrificed to the pit."
Jason growls "what do you mean?"
Damian looks confused- as confused as he can with his league training kicking in. "The Lazarus pit is made from the bodies of young virgins. No older then ten. They are sacrificed in exchange for the Infinite Realms' power to sink into the water. The children are not aware of what is happening to them until the very end. They do not suffer."
Bruce feels sick.
They talk a bit more, on how certain followers throughout history were more then happy to offer the great Ra's their own children to renew the pit. How Damain had watched three children when he was seven be sacrifice- it happened every five years- and how the children were given the best week of their lives.
They purposely given the most joy they could feel before the blades to make the Pit as pure as possible. He talked a lot about watching the youngest- five years- be laughing and splashing in the Lazarus water before his mother cut him down, his screams drowning in the green liquid.
"They say the Pit absorbs the last emotion of the sacrifice. Grandfather hopes the children realize the importance and honor they have to be ended for a glorious cause, but occasionally a few are disloyal. When Todd had taken a dip, the previous Renew, had a brilliant girl who figured out what was happening and attempted to escape. She failed, of course, and her arm was amputated in a mission, but she died angry. That's why Todd had such strong madness compared to-!"
"SHUT UP!" Jason roars suddenly, eyes glowing green, and for a brief moment, Bruce swears he hears an undertone of a young girl in his scream "SHUT UP! YOU DONT KNOW ANYTHING! YOUR OWN BROTHER IS IN THERE"
Damain scowls "it's a honor. My brother's body was defective. But he at least had aidded in a glorious ritual."
Bruce can't help it; he leans over the BatCave Railing and hurls his dinner. Damian finally realizes that something is wrong.
They host a funeral for his three-year-old son, who died without a name, and place his gravestone next to his parents. They explain to Damian why the Renewal ritual is horrific but Bruce feels it take years before his son can see that.
Jason, went out into Crime Alley to let off some steam and had been going on a rampage against the underbelly of Gotham. He can't find it I'm himself to stop him.
Bruce asks Constantine to come over and do a small ritual, to hopefully unbound his child and let his son soul move on. Constantine warns that with the kid's name it may not work and that they could only free souls they share blood to but the English man tries anyway.
They send his son their prayers, and hopes. And they try to put him to rest.
Across the Infinite Releams to three dimensions to the right of the Wayne's soul resting ritual, The Fenton's adoptived son, Danny Fenton jolts in his English Class.
The strange stabbing scar above his heart- which is why he never takes off his shirt- burns then cools as if someone had tried to place the temperature-changing ointment. He rubs his best, confused.
What was that?
He'll have to check with FrostBite. Maybe his heart condition is acting up again. It happens every five years even though no doctors his parents have taken him to could figure out what it was.
Until Frostbite. The yeti claimed it had something to do with dark arts, but he's unsure what type.
Frostbite is still doing more testing.
"I wish you had lived, brother. I wish I knew you name"
The wind whispers, and Danny feels a flash of deep longing and grief before it's gone. Yeah, he needs to talk to Frostbite.
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