The island morning greeted two very different men, both biding their time in their own way. Neither remained in their homes by the time the sun rose. Two separate patrols followed the island in opposite directions: one to oversee and protect, the other to hunt and observe. Neither cared for the other's existence, and indeed, neither was even aware ( Read more... )

Malcolm Reynolds surely weren't 'bout t' die on this here bit o' sand. If'n he was goin' t' die anywheres, t'would be out in the black, where 't'd be sensical. T' die here on Tabula Rasa, well...that'd jus' be a kick in the teeth -- n' Mal didn't like gettin' kicked in the teeth ( Read more... )

It made perfect sense, of course, that something wacky would happen today. Apparently I still had it in me to be totally naive, because I'd actually believed that a few cherubs with a bad attitude was all the island was going to endow us with for the holiday. Good one, island, you really pulled the wool over my eyes, har har ( Read more... )

Snow again, like clockwork. Always there seemed to be further proof that a sentient life controlled the island, rather than simply allow random events, or some inane idea that a chunk of rock could have gained intelligence--although Adam would have agreed that some humans tested the limits of 'sentience ( Read more... )

A year now, since Hiro arrived on the island. Less since he vanished. A year was nothing to him. Hiro might well still be dwelling on the island, and perhaps he still was. It was possible for one man to remain hidden almost indefinitely upon this island. However, Adam doubted Hiro would do anything of the sort. Hiro was never subtle enough to pull ( Read more... )

In a matter of days, Adrian would face the passing of yet another annual of his life. He stood there watching himself age as if the ticking of time could slow to the point that a mere human being could see its effects on mankind. He would be forty-seven and that appeared to be a slight cant older than the general populace of the Island ( Read more... )

Very shortly next year would be the time when the Island had chosen to shove him into the body of that unpleasantly young Frenchman. Perhaps he had not used that opportunity to its fullest advantage, as the body's natural tendencies had been difficult to properly suppress. Either way, it meant that he would very likely be perfectly safe and sound ( Read more... )

He'd almost expected another strike from the island, against those who avoided its sense of ironic humor at the beginning of the month. However, it seemed to content itself with but a single, unrelated attack on the beach. He had heard of it after the fact, but it did not concern him that he was not involved. He highly doubted that it was meant for ( Read more... )

Reese was just tired for absolutely no reason. She'd ridden Zaibas in (they'd looped twice around the Compound before he let her off) saddleless, without a bridle as well as was pleased with her progress. She left him to his own devices, knowing full well, he'd come back when she was ready to leave ( Read more... )

Secretly, as she bustled about in her full skirt and sweater set, Veronica Mars worried that a party might have been a bad idea, a breeding ground for germs and disaster. The more she worked, though, the less she worried (though she was still a touch concerned that her skin had begun to take on the characteristic piggy pink tinge that was a sign of ( Read more... )