"No, no, we'll have just the one ladder. That way, should any enemies attempt pursuit, we can cut them off at the lift ( Read more... )

Watch out, Tabula Rasa. The queen bee has returned to her throne, and the buzz is, she's down an enemy. Looks like blackmail doesn't pay after all.Serena had waited a long time for this ( Read more... )

The device was most curious, and the moving pictures she'd seen it throw were a true marvel of the isle. Unfortunately, Janet was fast running out of ideas of how to make it do that again ( Read more... )

There was only so much sun, surf and relaxation a girl could take. This wasn't like a spa holiday; no seaweed wraps or mud facials. There were no cabana boys serving fruity cocktails at the edge of a pool. No clubs in town, no parties on boats, nothing to keep Georgina occupied and busy. Even if there had been that stuff, she was supposed to be ( Read more... )

Janet had never been a great reader, not only because she had never been encouraged to be but because anything of interest or importance could so much better be told. But, when no one she knew knew what she wanted to know, it had been time to try the books ( Read more... )

The morning had dawned bright and clear, for which Marian had found herself very grateful. For all that it was an important day they had taken their time, performing tasks about their home that would need to be completed no matter what the occasion. There was a comfort in it, something they found they both needed that morning ( Read more... )

After all the crazy stuff which had happened the week before, Serena was actually glad things had quieted down. Maybe the events around her remained far from peaceful, but her own life had slowed back to dull. She'd had enough of everything being weird and messy; it was a relief to trade chaos for calm ( Read more... )

An astronomical unit away through the vacuum of space, the sun burned hot and yellow. Sol III, or its doppelganger-twin, shed radiation trapped by the greenhouse gases of this Earth, or almost-Earth, until what had been a temperate morning grew decidedly warm. Tabula Rasa's flora and fauna would absorb the change in ambient temperature without ( Read more... )

Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little about her knee,
And she has braided her yellow hair
A little about her bree,
And she's away to Carterhaugh
As fast as she can hie.

Whatever her father had said, Carterhaugh did not feel as if it belonged to Janet. The air was heavy, the scent of wild roses almost suffocating, and the trees seemed to draw ( Read more... )