It had taken her the whole day to make up her mind.

Delilah-Rose-Johnson-from-Kamloops-BC had been undergoing the worst possible form of mental torture she could ever have imagined. It was one thing, when the White Man said that fishing in the Thompson was forbidden. It was another, when they said that the women couldn't pick saskatoons out of ( Read more... )

  Azhure is sitting on the porch just after midday, arms propped up on the rail in a comfortable chair. Her wings are folded neatly behind her and somehow expertly around the back of the chair, and she's found more accommodating clothing to wear thanks to the aid of Belize; nothing fancy, just soft black breeches and a top that lets her wings out ( Read more... )

     Daniel has been gone quite a few evenings now an Lestat does not have much worth noting to occupy his time. A few trips here and there, a few affairs to get in order, a present or two purchased. If he cleaned the little home they shared any more there would be no floor left to vacuum, no tiles left on the floors, no porcelain left in the tub, ( Read more... )

This is not the library at the Keep.

Before he lets himself get annoyed about it -- his nature won't let him be completely calm about such things -- he casts around with his senses. Almost immediately, he knows that this isn't the Shadow Realm or Terreille, and if he doesn't know what Hell feels like, then no one does. He can catch a whiff of ( Read more... )

     He looks around, confused and out of sorts as he stands in the doorway. The last memory is that of pain and then bitter cold, everything in between it all a blur of color and sensation. Things he'd rather stay forgotten. A dull ache rises in his chest, however, as a memory stirs, something vivid and colorful, meaningful. A moment of happiness ( Read more... )

 Leah will admit to herself perhaps this one time that being a wolf is not so bad. She runs through the trees, smug that she is faster than all the others, and uses the cover of dusk to skip ahead, taking shortcuts that only she knows. This is the second time she's been on this path for the day, and the faster she runs, the more she feels like she ( Read more... )

It's been a long day, and Zillah? Is exhausted. She's been up since 5 AM making posters for the protest, and between that and the protest itself (which went well, if she could say so herself), she's beat ( Read more... )

Damn fools. Fools, all of them! If they think they will last an hour under that fool Orodreth - well. A slight change in plans only. Though the desertion of his own son - that stung, a little. He should have been firmer with the boy. Spent more time with him here, perhaps, rather than leaving him to tinker in his smithy at whatever little projects ( Read more... )

  They are all there - her husband, his father, her children, and the other Enchanters. Azhure opens her mouth to speak, and then...  The song is like nothing she's ever heard. Her father, WolfStar, that madman. He has done this, somehow, ripped her from her very reality and put her quite somewhere else. She can remember the cold of winter that ( Read more... )

Ever since they had to relocate, Sugar has been thoughtfully pondering on things that she could do for the community.  It seems to her that every time something joyful happens, she has nothing to do with it, and that every time trouble comes forth, someone is there for her and Sophie.

Therefore, a young red-head in her very late teens and an eight ( Read more... )