Corvo walked the streets of Dunwall, which was a happier place now that the plague was gone, and the Lord Regent was out of power. Corvo was looking for a man by the name of Teague. He hoped that it would be worth his time, since he was just in the middle of teaching the Empress how to defend herself before he got interrupted. Everything about meeting this man felt wrong, and even though he tried to distract himself with happier thoughts, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of dread. Corvo let the feeling subside and continued walking since the letter that was sent to him had the marks of one of the governors of the cities.
After finding the man that had requested him, which was extremely easy since his posh and luxurious clothes stood out against the insipid crowd, Corvo and the man exchanged greetings. The man told him that no one would be killed and that he just wanted to observe. The man's explanation for this was that he had always admired Corvo’s work and had wanted to see it in person, so he could help the governor train their guards. Corvo humbly accepted the compliment and agreed to show him, but felt that it was strange for a man of his rank and stature to admire an assassin's work. The man asked if he could watch Corvo during the practice, and despite all the warning bells going off in Corvo’s head, he reluctantly consented. The man led Corvo to where they would set-up, as they were to snipe the target with an arrow.
“Where will the target be?”, asked Corvo, who was looking out the window waiting for a response, but when he looked back there was no one there.
“What!? Was it all a fantasy? There’s no way he could’ve disappeared,” Corvo thought, turning away and looking back to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
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...nd waited. Corvo saw her face and said, “Your Imperial Majesty...”
Immediately, the girl responded with, “Cut the formalities Corvo, we need to get out. NOW,” Corvo understood and followed the Empress.
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Even with her lack of training, the Empress had managed to incapacitate Burrows and the two of them fought off the guards. They returned Burrows to prison, but he has escaped again and has yet to be recaptured. After this incident, which would be named the Long Night Incident, Corvo would fall terminally ill a few weeks later. When Corvo died, the whole city fell into grief, but as with any death they were able to pick themselves up again and returned to a normal life. And in order to remember Corvo, they named the day that he died on the Cold Long Night. The moon on that night was referred to the Long Night Moon ever since.
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
Cofer intended for readers to empathize with the main character, Elena. Elena heads over Eugene’s house on the day that John F. Kennedy was assassinated to study. The reader feels bad when Eugene’s mother doesn’t let Elena come in. “ I couldn’t move. I just stood there in shock at hearing these things said to me in such a honey-drenched voice.”
In the second part of the poem, which is titled “The Palace,” we glance into the mind of El General (Dove). W...
Good morning/ Afternoon Teacher I am Rachel Perkins And I was asked by The Australian Film Institute to be here to today to talk about my musical. My musical One Night The Moon which was the winner of the Australian Film Institute Award for Best Cinematography in a Non-Feature Film in 2001. I am also here to talk about how distinctive voices are used to show the experiences of others. The voices of Albert and Jim are two characters that give us two different perspectives this is due to their views. Albert one of the characters in my film is an Aboriginal character played by Kenton Pell who is hired by the police as a tracker. Albert is a very deeply spiritual person this gave him a spiritual voice throughout the play but when he get 's kick off the land and banned from the search the gets frustrated which gave him this really emotional voice. This event has a greater meaning which I will elaborate on later and now Onto Jim. Jim is your 1930s white Australian that owns a farm and is going through tough times because of the Great depression. Jim does not allow Albert to find his daughter, This is due to his racist and prejudiced views of black Australians. Jim has an authorial voice because he see’s himself as inferior. Near to the end of
“Well-Well, it was the holidays, which I mentioned.” She gulped a shallow breath and her eyes met the floor again. “I was home alone-Well, Jordan was here, but she hadn’t paid a glance of attention to me. She was in a rush to find her clubs, cigarettes, and some trousers for when her tournament would begin. And, I suppose all the servants were here as well, they play a bit of a key to the story…” Her breath turned shallow again when she finally looked me in the eyes. “I saw a… darker servant walk by, and he held a note in his hand. He rushed by me like he was running from a bee, and I stopped him. I asked ‘what is
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The woman I met spoke pragmatically about avoiding crime in the city and this, more than anything else, depicted the prevalence of crime that, having grown up in a much smaller town, I had never experienced. The unbreakable grips that New York City’s denizens maintained on their belongings while engulfed in throngs of people suddenly made absolute sense in a way that I felt almost uncomfortable with. “Young Lions” also illuminates the frequency of crime in cities and, perhaps more disturbingly, the forethought individuals devote to stealing from others. While following Anna, Caesar explains that “for two months he had secretly placed himself in her life, doing all the scoping out, the drudgery that had once been up to Sherman” (Jones 63). This passage depicts the effort Caesar commits to stealing from a woman attempting to simply get through her
“Oh God,” Garraty gasped. “Oh Jesus Christ they’re killing me. I… I can’t…” He broke into loose, trickling laughter once more. His knees buckled. McVries ripped him to his feet once more. Garraty’s collar tore. They were both warned. That’s my last warning, Garraty thought dimly. I’m on my way to see that fabled farm. Sorry, Jan, I…
“Thought about it, but didn’t believe it. Well then,” my father’s voice was still the same, “that changes things, doesn’t it?”
Cofer starts off her personal narrative with a story about her bus trip to London. There, she faces a drunk man who goes down on his knees and starts to sing “Maria” as he spots her. Then, Cofer continues her story by saying,
The author’s purpose is to also allow the audience to understand the way the guards and superintendent felt towards the prisoners. We see this when the superintendent is upset because the execution is running late, and says, “For God’s sake hurry up, Francis.” And “The man ought to have been dead by this time.” This allows the reader to see the disrespect the authority has towards the prisoners.
Only yesterday morning Francis Joseph left Vienna for his summer holiday amid the acclamations of his adoring subjects. He reached surrounded by similar scenes of enthusiasm, but must have learned very soon afterwards that the hand of an assassin had left him desolate.
She didn’t hear the low knock, being dispersed while gazing out the window. The only time she then realized he was there was when he cleared his throat.
As soon as all the embers reached Amber, they formed a circle. "Watch, we'll be able to see Resha currently. This will help us find him," Amber informed.
Aria knew the day of bloodshed would come, and she was prepared to fight to the death. The moon rose high in the sky and moonlight illuminated the castle with silver, brightening the main hall several flights of stairs below. She scanned the castle grounds with her dark blue eyes, waiting for the opportunity to leap from the stairs and call her well-hidden army to attack. When one of her recruits came running into the castle with news that the enemy arrived, Aria shouted for her army to attack. Within moments, the castle was filled with battle cries, roars, screams, and chaos. Beasts and their riders crashed through the doors and wizards teleported into the main hall. Aria’s army streamed through the doors below the stairs and the doors behind her, fueled by the passion that was justice in their minds. In Aria’s mind, it was all for revenge. Everything was going as planned so far—she had anticipated the attack at that exact moment. She looked up at the glassy ceiling of the castle and briefly gazed at the bright moon lingering over the new battlefield, her mind wandering for a bit: