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who they are
Character nameDescriptionAivouA woodsdweller, called an elfAma TalosNamed Liama Rune at birth. One of Pye’s sisters, a courtesanAunSophSee Sophun Rune.DaniefPye’s adversaryDel a guildsman. Melanie Ruin is his contracted consort. If/when they wed, he will become Del subRune.Halm RunePye’s favorite brother, a master woodcarverLiama RuneSee Ama Talos. ( Read more... ) -
Magpie
Here's an interesting thought. Magpie thinks of herself as good and her adversary as evil. From her own actions so far, the observer has no basis for judgement. BUT, she thinks of the woman they faced together as good, and that woman was torturing someone. How do we know if Magpie is good? Most people don't think of themselves as evil; they think ( Read more... ) -
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I am Melanie Ruin, known as Sable ( Read more... ) -
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Danief is the one we’re battling. I know him for evil and powerful, though he’s been kind to me. SHE is good, and powerful, and insane. She’s been torturing people to death since she went crazy ( Read more... ) -
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My fingers are sore and bleeding; my floor is covered in sawdust and bark chips; my worktable is littered with more detritus and small sharp tools. Oh, and one palm-sized piece of heather root, slowly turning into an abstract sculpture ( Read more... ) -
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I wake in the dark, in the silence. Such dark you never see here, nor such silence hear, and I lie there, wondering if I am really awake. But there is cold at my back where your warmth was, and I know your warmth for a dream; so, I am awake. The power is out, and snow has muffled even what traffic noise I would usually hear from here. My eyes ( Read more... ) -
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There was this dream. All that follows is told from a first person perspective, but from within the dream ( Read more... ) -
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Dance with me, that spirialing inward of desire, from glance to speech to touch, turning, turning, drawing inward, bated breath and fevered touch, honeyed kisses, burning breath,dizzy transports of arousal. Dance with me, feather touches of hands and lips, hard pressure of teeth, electric frisson of nails. Dance with me, drawing closer, closer, ( Read more... ) -
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Once again my day has been filled with the ghost of your presence, every space echoing your voice, your touch, the scent of your hair, the taste of your kisses and of your desire.