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... )

There are things that Brooke knows ( Read more... )

If you had been upstairs in the Compound or in the Hub at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so ( Read more... )

If you had been upstairs in the Compound or in the Hub at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so ( Read more... )

On the first of the month, the island had transformed Randall Flagg's little ten by ten cube of concrete into a whimsical winter wonderland. Walls that looked like gingerbread were accented with frosting and gumdrops and licorice but were most assuredly still hard as a rock-- probably they were only a glammer for the real wall beneath. It had also ( Read more... )

Phedre has been spending some time in the compound, which even after all of this time, I still prefer to stay away from. Given how much like home we've managed to make our dwelling on the island, I see little need for the building. But Phedre, ever the social butterfly, has other thoughts and needs, and so she has spent much of the day in the ( Read more... )

Dated Aug 20, 2009: Nita's dog, Ponch, takes it upon himself to find her someone she has stoutly avoided since July. Bridges are mended, in a fashion.
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Dated Late September, 2009: After homeplot, Nita is looking for solace via bonfires, solitude, and the bottom of a bottle. When Alain runs across her when he's on walkabout, ( Read more... )

Life for you, life for your cropIt was night, and the moon had come up as Alain walked back to New Gilead, whistling Careless Love in a strangely melancholy key. The Demon Moon hung there full in the sky, and as had been his habit as a boy, he did not look up at it, superstitious of ghosts, demons, and all thing other worldly. And small wonder too ( Read more... )

Nita never used to hate Halloween. She'd spent so many times dressed as something else, loving that she was anonymous, wishing sometimes that she'd have a better costume, or that she'd get more candy. She remembered dressing like a witch and a ghost and a zombie. One great year, she'd actually been a princess ( Read more... )

Dated August 7th, 2009:
Waking up in a medieval whorehouse may seem like an inauspicious way for an adventure to begin, but given that our dubious heroes are Randall Flagg and Lloyd Henreid, no one should be surprised ( Read more... )