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The Topic of the Day is: Monday, February 16, 2004 | |
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That was a peculiar dark and dreary born,
And in the humble silence of the grave There burned a deep intense and blazed fear For all the world and all the human sin That all of light and goodness could not heal. Yet darkness turns, and twists each word of truth And sin is blatant blazed with obvious And e’en the best loved of all intentions Is wrought with silence and the harsh soft laughter of A deeper need. Would you press onwards? Would you turn the handle of the door? This is getting melancholy. Where were we? “Wait!” she called. He halted, straightened, turned, and looked her full in the face. But Ialio had said… she struggled internally, and his face grew dark. “Wait!” she called again as he turned to leave, and he stopped and did not turn. “We… we are students. Mages.” He whipped about. “Mage students. We are on our way to Kiral to study at the university. Our… our teacher was waylaid, and so we needed to make this leg of the journey on our own. But this land is dangerous, especially to mages of Light. So we disguised ourselves.” His eyes were wide, and they glowed slightly in the light of the moon. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She sighed. “It is dangerous to be a mage of Light on this continent.” “Yes, but… all this time, I’ve been angry and suspicious—“ “I did not know when I first met you that you were the trustworthy man I now know you to be. I did not know when I first met you if you could keep our secret. Now I do.” Her eyes were bright and strong beneath the moonlight. He sighed. The angry tension flowed out of him, and he sank to the ground beside the fire. “Tis late. You should sleep.” She glanced at him. He looked up from his position and smiled just slightly, his teeth flashing white. “We’ve a long day ahead of us, lady mage.” She nodded once, accepting the peace that he offered with those words, and went to her bedroll. In an instant, she slumbered. Her dreams were strange—and in them she had once more the thick padded paws, the long muzzle, the sense of freedom and grace, and the intense and incredible knowledge of individual self that she had had running as a wolf. The next morning the sun roused |
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Stories I'm currently working on. | |
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***Tbook1 (Time and Chaos, needs a new name, needs to be edited) ***Book of Sun (Just needs to be edited. Tis a Nano novel) ***Book of Whispers part 1 (Does not jive at all with part 2; needs to be rewritten to fit and to have less suckage) ***Book of Whispers part 2 (Needs some rehaul editing, needs some loose ends tied up, needs to fit) ***Book of Whispers part 3 (Needs to be finished... then needs to die o.o Not sure if I need a third part in the series) ***Dium's Story (Needs a point, progress, anything... needs to be integrated into Tbook1, since that is what it is a part of, mainly) ***Trio Story with Jackie and Louise (Maybe we should get together and work on this, guys) ***Demon Story (This is working out pretty good so far. I like the plot, it's a bit convoluted, and the characters are interesting) ***New Witch Story (It's only 30 pages long, dang) ***Dragon's Voices (This has SO much potential! wee!) | |
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