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29 January 2008 @ 08:20 pm
(roadhouse, travel with man and his little girl then stopover. more on new origins - but also need more coherent version :P)

'Is this going to be a long story?'Collapse )
 
 
29 January 2008 @ 08:17 pm
(other sequel to Queen's Man, finish last half - some parts were in desktop notes?)

Raike paused outside his liege's tent, realising as soon as he saw the crumpled sentry on the ground that he could well die today.Collapse )
 
 
29 January 2008 @ 07:09 pm
(still need to work out where Tintauri stands on opinions of raising the dead - too cold for malice but too cold for excessive sympathy either - 'better than nothing' approach?)
'I do it because they tend to deserve it.'Collapse )
 
 
29 January 2008 @ 07:04 pm
(experiment to create newish northern countryside and a muddy accent. not liking this much. try from other perspective after 'Lady's Incorruptible' [when IS Scadamain at Immovan's?])

'King's forces down'a Ermine Crossing now.'Collapse )
 
 
29 January 2008 @ 06:57 pm
(where did the rest go?? must be in knick-knack box still! check AGAIN in Feb)

"Could we not discuss my arse?" Isaille snapped, glancing up.
"We're talking about her arse, not yours," protested Jin. "Yours is just a point of comparison, since I didn't stand there and take actual measurements of hers."
"Yours is going to be at the bottom of the harbour in a moment."
She squinted down at the dodgy chart again.

"... I mean it," she warned from the back of her throat, suddenly realising they were all engaging in the fine sport of Captain-baiting. "If my arse enters the conversation one more time, it's going to be joined by my boot."
"You're gonna kick yourself in the peach?" asked Harstan, impressed.
She presented a fist for his inspection. "See this, Gully?"
"... yes, Captain."
"Want to see it really close up?"
"... no, Captain."

"Who were you talking to?"
Isaille stared. "You didn't see him?"
"See who?"
"That ..." She broke off for a moment, struck by the unpleasant thought of what this likely meant, and how little she liked what it likely meant. "Nuan, he was right here ..."
Her brother shrugged. The pit in her stomach began to deepen until he dropped the blank look for a sudden grin.
"Nah, just playing with you," he said. "Heh heh, should see your face. Like -you're- oracular
material. 'Course I saw him."
Isaille punched him instructively in the gut, leaving him to enjoy the joke as she turned to Jeren.
 
 
 
29 January 2008 @ 06:50 pm
(clearly post-Cochalyon's death. Arathalian trying to convince year-shifters long-distance to stay put. year written down somewhere else - find or recalculate. Seithenyn? Seithanyn?)

'Believe me, Seithanyn-prince.'Collapse )
 
 
29 January 2008 @ 06:46 pm
(more to add later - remember to tidy/format ALL entries from today too)

Midsummer ought be spent in one's home with one's family and friends.Collapse )
 
 
All that silver bleeding in the shallows -
and your ankles sunk in it, melded and wet
as if it were your star-blood, star-girl,
as if you were wounded but still laughing
because you were made of light -
that was just the moon, wasn't it?
 
 
29 January 2008 @ 06:41 pm
(never see Ancaladis working magic - was rest deleted? other file?)

They groped on blindly, stumbling in the dark, afraid of what might be coming next.Collapse )
 
 
29 January 2008 @ 06:33 pm
(don't like direction of story, but cut and add things to later chapters; atypical Dael behaviour? not quite believable yet, modify)

'Hey! Big boy!'Collapse )