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  • “With her hands folded demurely in front of her, she almost looked like some exotic doll on a shelf, but there was steel in her dark grey eyes.” It’s Wednesday, which means time for another RoW80 check-in, but it doesn’t quite feel like my typical Wednesday. It hasn’t exactly been a typical week for me.…

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  • A useless hunk of stone, maybe, but Gilferen picked it up and slipped it into his own pouch after Jaxson had left with a flourish of his long black coat. He gave Locke a weak smile from across the table. ‘Just in case,’ he said. ‘Come on. Let’s see about getting these mugs refilled again.…

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  • ”       ‘Aseteya!‘ she hissed accusingly, staring them down. It was pure fury until concern started to furrow her heavy brow. There was harsh judgement in her glare, but it was being chased by worry as she looked them over. ‘How much of that did the two of you witness?’       ‘Not much,’ Locke assured her.       ‘Too…

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  • Those of you who may follow me a bit more closely than others might have noticed I took a little three-day break these last few days. I don’t know what it was, but I was mostly stuck in a rut, and just couldn’t get the motivation to post anything. And that’s okay. Part of me…

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  • “‘Check the gardens,’ she said, leaning over to retrieve the coins, with an arch of her back that could only be intentional. ‘If I’m not there, maybe you could save me from the kitchens.’ Fascinated by how her small breasts hung when she bent forward, Gilferen was already imagining how they’d fit in his cupped…

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  • “When the woman looked up at Locke’s apology, her eyes seemed to stare straight into him, and she blinked owlishly. They seemed so large, those yes, and lost until a frown folded her brow in. ‘I’m fine,’ she said. ‘Do I know you?’” It’s hard to believe, yet again, that Wednesday is already here. I…

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  • “His writer mind kicked in and he thought, This woman could break my heart. I could crash and burn on this woman. I could lose this woman, drink heavily, write profound poems, and die in the gutter of tuberculosis over this woman.” “Bloodsucking Fiends: A Love Story” by Christopher Moore While I don’t necessarily believe…

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  • “He had to be out of this place, no only to make up for bringing them there in the first place, but also out of pure selfish desire to finally be free of it.” It’s hard to believe it’s Wednesday already, but here it is, and it’s time for another Round of Words in 80…

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  • RoW80 Update: February 5th.

    “When Locke looked at the man, he saw a father, a savior, and a yellow beard slowly going to grey. And while Knolan still had broad shoulders like a warrior and wore a dented breastplate like a warrior, it had been a very long time since he had the chance to fight like a warrior.”…

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  • “Deep in her chest she felt a horrible loneliness and hugged herself against the realization that she was alone in the world. That as much as she loved her family and her friends, and as much as that love was returned, she was alone. For the first time in her life she understood the word…

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