It Lives!

D: Picture it, if you will – a bent figure emerges from a nest of blankets and coffee cups. It stumbles. Its legs are weak and it is nearly overcome by the debris that surrounds it. It is A. She went into the weekend an uncertain warrior, and has emerged. . . Victorious! 5 signs […]

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Hunted

I heard this wild cry of terror, as though hounds howled against the night. The plain, Mag Mell, was empty – stripped of all lore, all magic and life – and Niamh Golden Hair’s curses rang in my ears. I would rue the day I had turned from her cause, she had said. As the […]

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Man in the Mist

D: I’m what?! A: Muahahaha! D: But they think I’m what?! A: Told you I was going to write today. D: But I’m . . . I’m . . . I can’t say it. A: Play nice, and I’ll bring you back. D: You are intolerable. A: Thanks, D.

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I wanna rock!

A: I need the music loud and big tonight! D: How about some panpipes? I have a lovely set somewhere over– A: No, D – not any of your bard-y fireside music. I need big – it needs to be heard over a body of water – music. D: Ah, pipes, then? A: And drums. […]

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Life in the fast lane

“Why didn’t you stop her?” The words touched the dread clawing at Sean’s throat. He couldn’t stop the tide of angry, panicky words. “I couldn’t! She clubbed Sir Nathan in the head! She’s helping them and she’s refusing to leave – she’s so deeply enmeshed in this that there is no talking to her, no […]

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