Once more into the breach

D: A, you know, you really ought not to dance. A: I know. Two very confused left feet – I can’t help it, D. I’m excited! D: I can see that. You’re looking for me to ask why, I take it? A: It would help. I’d stop dancing if you did. D: Fair enough – […]

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A traitor’s fate

. . . Galen had not accompanied Liam and Dubhal, and Sean wasn’t sure he wanted to know what had happened to the traitorous weasel. Liam would only say that the lad had served his purpose. . .   D: Did we kill him? A: What?! Who? D: Galen, the traitorous weasel (As an aside, […]

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Lost in translation

A: I’ve thought of another one! Flibbertigibbet! D: Pardon? A: Words, D – inspiring words. D: Oh, I thought you were describing yourself again. . . A: Nice– D: Speaking of words, what does “Éadaí Baintrí” mean? A: You don’t know? D: I’ve been in your head for over 13 years; I’m rusty. Humor me. […]

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Inspire me

D: A, what exactly are you doing? A: Thinking of words I enjoy . . . like pfeffernusse and penguin. D: You are a woman of odd affections, A. Penguin? A: I like how it sounds. D: . . . A: I’m editing this week; I need to do something inspiring – something that doesn’t […]

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Is that all you care about?

“. . . I don’t know what you will face on that ship, but you must be prepared to either fight your way out of there or sacrifice your lives.” Grania said this directly to Sean and he looked down at his feet. He knew she was right. . .  In the end, if Maureen […]

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The lurker

“. . . What do you think, Dubhal, will he live?” “His head will hurt for a good while” a man replied from the shadows behind Sean, his voice a gruff rumble. “Here, chew on this.” He reached around and shoved something into Sean’s open palm. Hearing the voice, Sean realized the man – Dubhal […]

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