When she rose from her meditation that morning, Morgan knew it to be time. She had known since after the afternoon spent with Bill, but she had waited out of prudence. She had moved hastily in initiating a romantic relationship with Cameron and hurt them both thereby. In ending it, she wanted clarity, certainty, and wisdom. She wished to act from a ( Read more... )

Late afternoon in her study, Morgan glanced over her shoulder at the shelves of Arthurian romances the bookshelf had seen fit to provide and she had kept. Her eyes closed, lips pursed with an irritation she rarely expressed in public. Between the false histories of her life - and not a true one to be found - and Cameron's behavior, she had more ( Read more... )

Overhead, the stars burned bright, blazing balls of gas and raging heat. From here below, they seemed cool, glittering chips of ice or crystal scattered on beetle-black silk. They wheeled, constellations shifting in patterns that neither made logical sense nor possessed emotional resonance ( Read more... )

It had been on her mind since Daniel mentioned it, both getting her own hut built and why she had not wanted one. After all, the last time she had to choose whether to live amongst primitive humans, she had secluded herself and sought Ascension ( Read more... )

dated to late night, 7/15, following her fallHigh above, the moon, or a moon, reflected starlight through the planetary night. Silver where the sun was gold, and cool where it was hot, Morgan favored the moon over its burning counterparts. Like she, it rode in shadow of its brighter astrological cousins, elusive, mysterious, still and serene ( Read more... )

Dated to 6/25; clinic visit takes place toward evening.

( Spoilers for Stargate: Ark of Truth )