I should have been freaking out. Who gets tossed from a cliff, trussed like turkey dinner, into a crashing set of waves on rocks and doesn't lose her mind a little bit?
Oddly enough, I didn't panic.
So much had finally become clear. Who I was. What I was. The sirens didn't toss me because they were sadistic bitches - though they totally were, by the way - they tossed me out of fear.
They. Feared. Me.
A heady revelation that didn't slow my descent. I do think, though, that I might have hallucinated a bit before I hit the water because I could have sworn I saw Conan jump off the cliff and dive at me - with wings. Since when was my meathead part bird?
No time to wonder about it. I hit the water hard and immediately sank like a rock. Which I will admit was much better than smashing into r
