Rain was a natural part of any life cycle and while Zelda had been Nayru's daughter, an avatar of law and time, she had enough knowledge of Farore's path to know something of growing things and how they came to be. That said and done, she was tired of the rain and wished it would blow over so that the sun could shine once more. Rain hindered her ( Read more... )

This was such a huge mistake ( Read more... )

The moment Angel had said he wasn't letting him out of his sight, Spike had done every thing in his power to take full advantage of the situation. Getting under Angel's skin had always been one of his very favorite pastimes, and this was quite possibly the most perfect opportunity to do so that he would ever get. He was, for the very first time, ( Read more... )

Why was he helping his hated enemy, a Russian, and the man who had stolen the only woman he'd ever loved? It was a good question and he didn't have a good answer. Not really. Except that something had changed after he'd talked to Florence for that last time. He'd just thought if he could be different, if he could change and change because ( Read more... )

It was always a good day when the democratic process had been carried out without a hitch, and this day was no exception. The results of the latest Island Council election were in, and it was time to celebrate, not only the results, but the process itself. And given the number of hardships they endured on the island, a celebration was something ( Read more... )

It had nearly slipped Zelda's notice but, in checking the calendar in the compound, she realized it was, in fact, the 22nd of May and at least by her reckoning, her birthday. In Hyrule, she had always judged time by the change of the seasons, the shifts in the wind. Here on the island the weather was much more constant and the ebb and flow of ( Read more... )

( Cut for spoilers from Moonshine )

As with any normal person on the planet, I highly enjoyed time off, sitting around, doing nothing but just...being. Thinking. Musing on the important things in life. Though I highly doubt that anything of great note ever came from an idle person's mind, because my thoughts had swiftly drifted towards either senseless things or otherwise, very ( Read more... )

It was just after nightfall and the beach was abandoned and dark. This stretch of beach was out of the way, so there was no light contamination from the trail lights or any nearby huts. It was just the dark ocean crashing on the gray sand under the black stars. And it fit Xander's mood perfectly ( Read more... )

There is a process to good writing that Daisy is sure that some old croak of a writer out there has got etched on a stone somewhere. As it is, Daisy's not exactly giving great literature to the world so much as she's providing a little trash and flash on the radio. Or, well, she had been before half her cast disappeared ( Read more... )