The lighter side of gore.
He inhaled deeply, felt the darkness ripple over his skin, and the room seemed to flex and expand around him.
Unexpectedly, the door flew open with a loud bang, steps sounded on the tile, and a very familiar, very cranky voice said...
Here, all is one, one is all, but everything is also nothing.
Most people knew enough to leave Envy alone when he was so clearly unhappy.
Al thought, grimly, that he was getting rather good at this.
Two things were constant in his life: His brother and blood.
It's not the same at all when the patient choking back cries of pain and thrashing against the straps is her friend and playmate and brother.
Neither brother seems willing to speak, but their thoughts dip down into similar wells, dredging up the questions that most haunt them.
Alchemy, the science of turning lead into gold, was never about actual, physical transmutation.