serpent in a cage
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“A voice rose up over the howling wind; another voice responded. Locke could make out neither of them, which he hoped meant that no one could hear his small whimper.” One always hears about how quickly New Years Resolutions wind up getting broken, usually within the first weeks of setting them, and I’m sad to…
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Ahhh, all is right in the world. A new Round has begun at A Round of Words in 80 Days, which means it’s time for a Wednesday check-in! It just seems right and proper, having a check-in on Wednesdays again. I don’t think I’ve fully gotten back into the “regular world” mindset of the post-holiday…
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Yesterday, I talked about my goals for the year in general; today, we narrow our focus a little bit to a mere slice of the year, the next Round of Words in 80 Days, which starts today and runs through March 22nd, just two days before my birthday. So, clearly, there will need to be…
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“‘That’s fair enough,’ Taluin allowed with a smile, wrought with a fondness that made Locke shift in his saddle. ‘Your bloodline has deep, deep roots in that land, Locke. It’s no wonder you’re out of place here.’” Happy Wednesday, everyone! Wednesday means another RoW80 update, though there is not much to report. I have been…
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“Looking at Estialog and his tired eyes, his hunching shoulders, the intricate lines across his sallow, grey skin, Gilferen realized that Knolan was not nearly as old as he and Locke made him out to seem. It was merely that they were so young.” Fellow readers, RoWers, and enthusiasts, brace yourself. I’m about to deliver…
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“‘Temperamental?’ asked Jaxson, who didn’t know any better, his voice dripping with his sarcasm. ‘I know our young Gilferen here has a penchant for putting fire in women’s hearts, but this easily exceeds any prior scorned lovers thus far. What’d he do, love? Nasty disease, was it?’” Though this Sunday seems distinctly lacking in sun…
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“And so they continued up the gradual slope toward the stables, while Gilferen contended with the knot of dread in his stomach. It wasn’t exactly the gobbits that caused it, or even the dangers and discomfort of the desert ahead of them. It was just a good, old-fashioned bad feeling and he glanced toward the…
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“Naturally, it was with those final words that the gobbit released a massive sneeze, narrowly missing Taluin’s outstretched hand with a trajectory of thick, milky mucus. Placidly, it licked what remained dripping from his nose. ‘Oh, yes,’ Gilferen murmured, almost losing his straight face thanks to Locke’s snickering. ‘They’re just lovely.’” Hello, everyone! Today is…
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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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“Not that the story need be long, but it will take a long while to make it short.” -Henry David Thoreau. I am a firm believer that there is no one way in which a person can or should write, but one of the more interesting methods followed by man is the idea that you…
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