• RoW80: Final Check-In!

    “Whenever he smiled like that, which was often, Locke imagined that each scar was the mark of a different man who hated Jaxson, and he imagined how he would one day leave a mark of his own.” It’s a little difficult to believe that we’re already on the last day of this year’s first Round…

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  • “‘Not really,’ said Victor. ‘Everything looks interesting until you do it. Then you find it’s just another job. I bet even people like Cohen the Barbarian get up in the morning thinking, “Oh, no, another day of crushing the jeweled thrones of the world beneath my sandalled feet.”‘” “Moving Pictures” by Terry Pratchett An unexpected…

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  • “‘So, what do you think?’ he asked, grinning across the table as the pouch in its fine blue velvet swung between them like a pendulum. ‘What do you think lies inside? It’s quite heavy. I believe we shall feast well tonight, Gilf, don’t you?’” Another Sunday has arrive; another RoW80 check-in filled of small successes…

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  • *This post was intended for yesterday, to go up when I got out of work, but a friend decided to have a shin-dig and so, alas, it is being posted today instead. You’ve got to love WordPress’s ability to save drafts for later! I have continued to “take it easy” a little bit lately by…

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  • “She stopped, halted in her tirade as she noticed that Master Donovan was not just pottering around on his own. She did not bother to hide the fact that she was getting a good look at the two young men accompanying him, and Gilferen was glad for that, because it meant he didn’t have to…

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  • Well, that settles it! About a week ago, I received a nomination for the Versatile Blogger award, though I haven’t had much time to do much about it lately. Then another nomination popped up in my inbox this morning. They say the third time’s a charm, but I wouldn’t want to to just leave the…

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  • “…’We have labored too long as a Craft to surrender Pern now to the ravages of Thread because of a menace we can’t see. Nor do I believe that this disease, however fiercely it spreads, however ruthless it appears, can overcome us who have for hundreds of Turns defended ourselves from Thread. A disease can…

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  • “It was at that moment, as if answering a call to destiny, that a woman’s voice interrupted. It was like a whip, snapping leather with a bite at the end. ‘Master Donovan! Where have you disappeared to? We haven’t got all day!’ She continued, in a bit of a whisper, though she didn’t lower it…

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  • “‘I kept waiting to believe it was just something the two of them were doing, and you didn’t know about it.Isn’t it funny how stupid I am? Isn’t it funny how I kept thinking how weird it was that you were talking to me, but kept telling myself to give you the benefit of the…

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  • “‘I…I’m sorry!’ The pain of a thousand heated needles still pricked his arm, cradled defensively against his chest. The moment his skin had touched that bauble, the effect of excruciating, and it lingered in a way that made him want to whimper, curl up into a protective ball until it subsided. His arm felt stiff,…

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