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Reality is plastic here. The relationships between places change, so that a dolmen that's north of town today ,may be west of town next week. Today you may find that it takes a week to travel to Arbor by horse, on a paved road, yet cross-country it's an afternoon's walk ( Read more... ) -
In Pye's world
Aivou t’eVelath paused at the edge of the woods, looking across the fields at the silhouette of the town against the setting sun. Although home beckoned, and the foodstuff in his hargebag needed to be cooked before the evening meal, he found himself drawn to the darkening city before him, and knew it was Pye that drew him, just as it had been Phie ( Read more... ) -
definitions
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, I was a member of an amateur press association. For those of you unfamiliar with the concept, here’s how this worked. Several people would commit to writing a certain amount in a given time interval. They’d give what they’d written to the person in charge of collating; copies were made, and collated, and ( Read more... ) -
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Every promise is rebroken
when the time for truth comes by
and I wonder why I love you
While you wonder why I cry
(Final chorus)
While I wonder if I love you
and I wonder why I try.
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wrimo 3
Government House, Eastwold
Sascha Littlecrane Baskt shifted uncomfortably in her seat in the upper gallery. She had been sitting for three hours, already, and the ceremony to present the new cabinet ministers, which was scheduled to last an hour and a half, seemed barely to have gotten underway. David’s father had risen to speak on three occasions ( Read more... ) -
section 2
11 Glduur 651
Delta Forest, Grapt Province
Dear Sascha,
Or should I say, “Dear Mrs. Littlecrane”? I write to tell you that your letter arrived safely. As, of course, did Andrea. She is well, despite the rigors of the journey; and, as she was of age before she left you, she bids me remind you that you cannot require me to send her back. Nor, ( Read more... ) -
First section.
If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s rain. Not the “water falling from the sky” part… that’s actually pleasant and I like the sound of it. No, it’s the damp. The way nothing feels dry any more, the way the air itself seems to be mildewed, the way the ground slows your stride and clings to your feet, weighing down every step. And it’s the way ( Read more... ) -
In which Pod takes Pye to visit the Seer
Pye recognized the unobtrusive door on which Pod knocked, and wondered with who in her family he was planning to stop and visit. She’d never told Pod that she was born to the Roane family; as far as she knew, he didn’t know or even suspect her surname. Many of the street children didn’t admit to a surname, so it wasn’t unusual that she had none. Of ( Read more... ) -
In which Pye visits Halm and hears the gossip
Pye sat in the corner of Halm’s shop, playing idly with the curls of dark wood that spiraled off the piece he was working on.
“What are you making?” she asked.
“Tis to be the back of a new chair for our lord;” he replied, “To replace the one that split when Harlstad threw an axe at it.”
Pye snorted. “Hadn’t heard that,” she said, “Why’d he do ( Read more... ) -
Excerpt from the Diary of Podwyn Abfirmar
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Concerning Magpie:
She’s not the girl I met, not so long ago. That girl was vulnerable, angry and unsure of herself. Whatever treatment she received at home, she saw her family’s judgment of her as discarding her, as having been deemed of no value to them. It didn’t show in her demeanor, but as you came to know her, it showed in little ways ( Read more... )