Across the fens, impaled at every angle, skewers thrust into the ground, the night sky silhouettes human corpses. […]
>examine corpses
Not fresh corpses by any means. These have been left to rot for such a span their skin's shrunken, muscles withered to bone-stuck strings. Enemies all, and planted for a cautionary wood. Challenge the castle: here's what will happen.
>examine corpses
Not fresh corpses by any means. These have been left to rot for such a span their skin's shrunken, muscles withered to bone-stuck strings. Enemies all, and planted for a cautionary wood. Challenge the castle: here's what will happen.
— Eat Me
Imulai Mokarengen’s people were bad at curfews. People still broke the general’s curfew regularly, although many of them were also caught at it. At every intersection, along every street, you could see people hung up as corpse-lanterns, burning with plague-colored light, as warnings to the populace.
— Effigy Nights by Yoon Ha Lee
