Writing shorts from a traveling handbasket. Wednesday, July 17, 2013. Killing Banshees ran deep in my blood. I was born on a ship infested with the screamers and my first wails drowned out theirs. My first kill was at age seven after spying one washing the armor of my father. He lost sight in his right eye that day, but he lived and would continue to live until the Old Ravages came to take him away. Sunday, July 07, 2013. Thousands of years had passed, breaking down the why and the who of the missions.