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Alnwick Castle isn't under siege, precisely. Under siege would imply the castlefolk being hunkered down while surrounded. The Americans gathered outside haven't got the numbers any more to surround the castle; they're just lined up along the road, their weapons trained on the place where their commander died. As for the castlefolk, they're on the ( Read more... ) -
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The door from Milliways opens onto a stairwell in Alnwick Castle. "I never did manage to get the door to the Bar to open on purpose, except when we had a lot of people here who had to go back," he says apologetically. "Everyone all right? The infirmary's two levels down." -
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He's mad. He's got to be. Van Zant's survived long enough to get across the ocean, yeah, Quinn's got to give him that, but that doesn't change the fact that the man is absolutely bloody insane-
The old military men had fought the dragons from fighter planes, but their weapons hadn't been able to match the beasts' maneuverability. Van Zant's men ( Read more... ) -
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The grey ribbon of road slicing across the hillside is about the only thing that still looks to be in nearly as good condition as it was when the wandering survivors first found their way into Alnwick Castle. The way Quinn sees it, that makes as much sense as anything else around this place. Not like dragons spend a lot of time spontaneously ( Read more... ) -
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There was a time when every single death was mourned with full force by everyone in the community, but it hasn't been that way in a very long time. An outsider might think it a paradox: as the number of people left in the castle drops, the more important each one becomes- but at the same time, the community-wide grieving decreases. It makes more ( Read more... ) -
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Time at Milliways isn't like time anywhere else. Quinn's been out of his own world weeks on end- months maybe- but the second the door swings open and he sees the fire once again, it all comes rushing back to him. And Creedy, too, he knows that without having to ask. The two men lunge through the door and into the flame, and everything that's ( Read more... ) -
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It's a quiet night in Northumberland, thanks to the chill August rains that swept through a few hours ago. There hasn't been a warm night in this part of England in a decade or more. Even the dragons stay home on nights like this; they're not cold-blooded, but that doesn't mean they fancy a chill any more than anyone else ( Read more... ) -
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They'd come back all right, just a moment after they'd left. There'd been an odd look, but then someone said "Milliways?" and Quinn nodded and that was that. No explanation needed, not beyond that. Not when there were new books and new music ( Read more... ) -
The day after this.
Quinn's always enjoyed waking up in Milliways. The sheer novelty value of the place never really goes away, as far as he's concerned.
This morning's awakening was an entirely different kind of novelty, and very much to be appreciated at that ( Read more... )