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Here and there he found survivors-old women and men, too frail to be useful on farms and in kitchens, and children too young to be anything other than an inconvenience. He sent everyone to visit with the old woman, Vivian, who was already taking care of Houri. In the back of the blacksmith’s house he found a small child hiding in a closet, her ( Read more... )

That is right ladies and gentleman, I am an intellectual snob. You know what? I'm proud of that fact. I've got high standards for myself and everyone around me. What does this have to do with you, my faithless blog readers? Everything. I can tell you right now I've the most respect for you people right here. Most of you are writers that I would ( Read more... )

I sat, my tail curled around me as I watched them. Evan and Sophie were talking. I couldn't understand their words; that language is something beyond the body language I use. It was all verbal and loud. How could humans stand to be so loud? I knew they were arguing by the way Sophie was acting. Her arms were wrapped around her and she was leaning ( Read more... )

He sat curled in her over-large pocket. His little tail wrapped around his body for extra warmth as he tried to snuggle closer to Sophie. They were both freezing in the icy winter night, and the temperature only promised to go lower. Sophie absently stroked him as she kept her hand in the pocket to warm it against his scraggly, malnourished body ( Read more... )

The smell of Death hung in the air, bitter with a honey-sweet tang that awoke me from my sleeping. I sat up a picked the moss that had grown over my skin away. It’d been a long time indeed since Death called me to foretell his taking of an O’Grady’s life. I could hear him whispering through the wind; Kelly O’Grady was to die in two nights time. ( Read more... )

September 27, 2006 ( Read more... )

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( Evan )