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“As Gilferen contemplated the city disappearing behind them and the sand and sky stretching ahead, Locke gripped his sleeve for support. Faintly, Gilferen sent a grin his way. ‘This is absolutely insane, isn’t it?’ he asked. We’re actually going out there. We’ve all got to be stark raving mad.’” It looks like it’s my week…
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“There were no signs of scheming on that bold, frank face, though. Just the same hard determination that had always been there, with the faint mist of something else clouding his eyes. On closer inspection, Gilferen could find those eyes steadily on the back of Taluin Sera Cohl, on the long pale braid swaying slightly…
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“She said they would talk, but, only a few moments after Kadue had started to gentle stroke her hair, she had fallen into a deep, undisturbed, and desperately needed sleep. He stayed with her the entire night, helping her back into her shackles when the morning inevitably came.” I’ve said it before and I’ll probably…
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“‘….Lucky you, a private audience and everything. The only others who earn such a privilege are myself and his whores.’ “What’s the difference?’” I always hate to admit it, but the end of Daylight Saving’s Time “Fall Back” is a godsend. It’s been a rough weekend for me on the side of work; I haven’t…
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“‘I wish I could say that my offer still stood. That I was still utterly willing to break your bonds with the promise that you’ll come with me and we’ll get rid of the pig together, but I know you far too well now, Auferrix. I know better than that. It would never work between…
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“You can’t keep a serpent in a cage for long; eventually, it just slithers right through the bars.” This last week part of October has been an odd span of time for me; I feel a little like I’ve been riding a strange productivity roller coaster. I went through a funk for a little bit…
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“Tenenshe’ean held the goard to her lips and it trickled into her mouth slowly. Still, she could not swallow quickly enough, and some of it dribbled down her chin, wasted. He ran his thumb over her chin to wipe it away and, swallowing hard and remembering to breath, Auferrix almost thought of sucking on that…
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Since the last check-in for A Round of Words in 80 Days, things have been…off for me. I’m not sure exactly what it is, since I usually have such a great enthusiasm and energy for my writing, but these past few days, it’s like my writing wanted to just take a break. I think the…
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“Locke felt as though they were like wild dogs, circling each other with bared teeth, trying to pick up the scent of who would attack first.” Today’s check-in will be a pretty brief one. I’m a little bummed because my plans to spend most of the day working on my writing and getting this new…
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“With a few exceptions, there was typically two common reactions to a response like that. Most of the women would slap Gilferen, firm and smooth, right across his cheek; some would actually kiss him, hands to his face with the best reminder they could muster. Awngel did neither of these things, proving herself exceptional.” This…
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