‘Scar’ is an ugly word. Often for an ugly thing. Though ugly doesn’t have to be tragic. More often it’s a marker. I’ve been there, done that. When I’m in a poetic frame of mind, I think they’re markers of various kinds of sins that go before a fall.
Let me tell you about three of my markers.
Pride left the first mark.
Envy the next.
Vanity the final, deepest one.
In the process of getting some of those scars, I’d tasted failure. I’d eaten crow. Between the two, I’d take the crow, which at least tastes like chicken.
I can’t say that I mind, considering what happened.
Michael Angel’s worlds of contemporary fantasy range from the unicorn-ruled world of the Morning Land to the gritty underside of Los Angeles. Author of the bestselling Centaur of the Crime – where C.S. Lewis meets CSI – his books populate shelves in languages from Russian to Portuguese.
He currently resides in Southern California. Alas, despite keeping a keen eye out for griffins, centaurs, or pegasi, none have yet put in an appearance on Hollywood Boulevard.
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