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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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Now that a few things have settled down, it’s time to sit my butt into my chair and begin the process of editing up the stories I currently have for my collection, Bowlful of Bunnies, as well as maybe adding a few new stories here and there when they come to me. I’m not going…
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“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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“‘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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“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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“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…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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“Then something moved, causing the laughter to halt and seize his throat tightly. He stiffened, reaching for the dagger on his belt, and he slowly turned. There was a figure with him in the alley, tall and slim, and Locke was prepared to shove the dagger into its gut when a voice rang out. ‘Locke,…
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