Just in case anyone had thought Gabrielle's life would be any less itinerant or eventful now that she was traveling with a pregnant woman (and no, they still had no idea how that had happened), it wasn't. Not when they had to constantly fight off bandits and mercenaries who thought now would be the best time to try and collect on any one of the ( Read more... )

( In which we learn Banshees are kind of like vampires, Gabrielle is sometimes way too stubborn about trying to find the good in people, Xena is sometimes way too stubborn about refusing to believe there might be good in some people, there could've been a Once and Future Warrior Princess if anyone had been paying attention, and everyone in this story is being a complete idiot. )

( Gabrielle hadn't been able to stop dreaming about killing Meridian ever since they'd fled the ruins of the temple of Dahak. )

Most of the priests had dispersed by now; how long ago that had been, Gabrielle wasn't exactly sure. She'd retreated to a corner of the temple where, mercifully, they'd left her alone, and the time since then had passed in a numb haze punctuated at increasing frequency by the booming of thunder outside. She didn't have to look to be painfully ( Read more... )

Gabrielle had always known the Romans favored crucifixion as a form of execution: it was slow, it was painful, and it was very, very public. ( She really would have been fine with keeping that knowledge purely academic, rather than experiencing it firsthand. )

Gabrielle hated ships. She really did. She was sure the scenery was nice; it was just that she spent most of her time hanging over the deck railing puking her guts out to notice. Xena and her encyclopedic knowledge of pressure points came to the rescue this time -- it was a long trip from Greece -- and their new friend Celeborn Khrafstar was ( Read more... )