Title: "Homecoming," from Possession
Rating: AO
Word Count: ~4700
Warnings: Rough sex (consensual); angst; adult language and themes
Author's Note:  Possession is an original story that was written in late 2008. The tale is a dark one and tells the story of two women who are kidnapped and placed at the mercy of a sadistic, powerful, and wealthy man, ( Read more... )

I got my first bingo card this morning from 
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 As part of the process of brainstorming a series of new original worlds, I'm returning to one of my old favorite past-times -- the character sketch.  Today, I'm revisiting the journeys and adventures of Pierce, who's based ever-so-loosely on this guy, Hugh Jackman...

( Pierce: The legend, the mystery, the man. )

I'm in the midst of pulling together the backstory for my latest original 'verse, tentatively titled "In the Garden of the Queen," and I ran across a few really handy name and place generators from Serendipity.  They range from the basic country name generators and medieval character name generators, and even include such fun things as the "Fantasy ( Read more... )

My insomnia has reached a fever pitch - I went to bed last night around 9:45 pm and woke up at 1 am.... and stayed awake till 6 am, doing little more than sitting around and reading.  It's partly (okay, mostly) stress -- I've got this conference paper that I need to give in Chicago mid-November and it isn't even remotely close to being finished, ( Read more... )

A face full of darkspawn spit was hardly a winning way for the start the morning, especially one’s last morning alive.  Equally disagreeable was the putrid stench of rotting darkspawn corpse, but, as a Grey Warden, one learned to get used to such sights and smells.

Vivienne’s eyes stung in spite of her fully lowered helm, sweat rolling in ( Read more... )

There was no need for Neria to open her eyes, for she knew where she was.  Her senses, which had always been acute, were greeted with the smells of parchment, ink and tallow; the sound of a logs crackling in the hearth, punctuated by the patter of rain falling gently upon windows.  These were the sounds and smells of home.  She was in the Circle.
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Shakespeare, of course, was right.  The Bard knew a thing or two about love, or, in our case, dangerous obsession.

It began with magic, passion, and desire.  Our courtship was swift and sudden, the decision to live together equally as impulsive.  We sparked, we sizzled, we seethed - and inevitably combusted, our passionate love-making giving ( Read more... )