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Karken reacted to Aelius of the Dawn's post in the thread Open Surely we'll sing of no little thing with
Cute Pat.
The night was free, the town as secure as it could be, and in the air hung the anxious heaviness of anticipation. But with that... -
Hearty, delicious soup, still warm despite its long life on the table top and the not-so-stealthy changing of hands. When she met no...
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"She is all that is gracious Her spirit is comely The work of her hands is fair" -Thomas the Rhymer, Ellen Kushner
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Karken reacted to Walter Thornley's post in the thread Open Surely we'll sing of no little thing with
Hype.
They had the local brew, bitter and tan but the one that dried the skin with its intensity. They had the barley brew in caskets with the... -
"That's what I've always liked about you, Maria," Garrod grinned at the mage come Cazadore. "Straight to the real business," Brinda...
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Embers bright in his eyes dashed out from his hands. All that fire there within the twines of live, frayed and spilled and would go on...
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He knew she'd noticed. Better than his bones being tested by the squeeze on the hand. The weather was a bully already, and he'd have to...
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'You can come and go as is your wont, on the condition that you don't attempt to leave the monastery grounds, and that you return to...
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She hadn't thought about kissing him. Hadn't thought about anything like that, not once, not in these days of this cell and all the...
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Momo had remained quiet through most of the introductions, listening with the same patient attention he gave to everything else. His...
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It’s unimaginably cold. Osytha thought she knew what ‘cold’ felt like. But for every slush-steeped mire she’s waded through, every...
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"No" It came out too fast, too sharp with her own guilt. She heard how sharp she'd sounded a second ago, and something in her almost...
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The moss glowed the same color it had glowed for four hours now. Venla was fairly sure of that. She lay on her back on the bunk, hands...
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As Walter's hands unraveled the scrol, his attention flicked back to the paladin. The right eyebrow twitched ever so slightly at the man...
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One last squeeze. A nod. The time of student and mentor was over. Were there ever such a time, in such a moment. And had she the...
