You would think that after an entire freaking year of not working at all, the portals at least would have the good sense to behave themselves. At least, Rinoa would think that, and Rinoa would be entirely wrong about it, because they'd been delayed six or seven times and stranded in some weird desert area for a good forty-five minutes for no real ( Read more... )

She was lost. She was LOST! She was lost and could never find her way home. She might already be home! That was the problem with AMNEESHA. You could be home and not even know it. And she, the beautiful and lost unnamed girl who had washed up on the shore this morning, had it. (AMNEISHA, that was ( Read more... )

There was a bonfire, and a concert. So Rinoa was excited, while still worrying about everything that had been turning over in her mind of late. Possession, the control of her powers, cheerful subjects like that ( Read more... )

Rinoa was nervous. Because something in the air had changed, today. It felt wrong, like something under her skin was itchy. She couldn't explain it, but she couldn't sit still, either ( Read more... )