In the absence of feeling my life was in order, I turned (as I always had) to wearing out my body til I felt comfortable in my own skin again. Though I had to own I'd been nothing short of morose for weeks, I was reaching the point where I couldn't indulge my depression any longer; indulgence was beginning to feel quite similar to self-pity, which ( Read more... )

Vimes had mixed feelings about May twenty-fifth. He always would, he guessed. It was his son's birthday, and that alone would have made it remarkable under any circumstances. But it had been etched into his memory long before that as a day when a handful of hopeful coppers, led by a tired but determined sergeant, and including a younger and ( Read more... )

Knowing things was not really a deep concern of one Miss Rosemary G Palm.

Oh do not misunderstand, she knew what she wanted to know, and knew a lot of things that did not want to know, and of course there were certain things that she lived ignorance of*. Nonetheless when she knew something, she knew it, and she tried not to get emotional about it ( Read more... )

( The gunslingers fled through the forest, and the Hambry posse followed... )

I have to admit, I was nervous about the lock-in, although I'm not sure why. I'd been nervous about my movie night, too, and people had shown up to that. Hell, Gideon had showed up to that, and he hated me and Molly Ringwald both. I tried to reassure myself that even if only a few people showed, that was still more girls than I was friends with ( Read more... )

A very long time ago, a close friend had once advised Vincent to not make art his religion. This same sentiment had been shared with him many times since then, and each time, all Vincent could to was shake his head or smirk wryly, unable to word the same justification over and over again no matter how honest it may be ( Read more... )

Rogue had been phet the hell up with the bad joojoo or mojo or whatever that was radiating out of that damn wooden doll. She'd gone out to the beach on day two, clad in a green a yellow string bikini, and, as the tide was starting to roll out, set the stupid ugly thing on the crest of a wave. She stood, arms folded and watched it bob farther and ( Read more... )

Ned was not hiding. His head still felt light, the occasional twindge in his nose to remind him. He was taking it easy, playing with young Sam Vimes and he wasn't hiding from Rogue, but he was taking it easy. At least once he'd had the original conversation about his black eye with Sam, the issue had seemed laid to rest ( Read more... )

Apart from the disparaging lack in commerce, Rosemary Palm had decided that the island was not that bad1. Of course, the world was round and the people were a bit too friendly and there was that thing about politics, but she decided not to be choosy ( Read more... )

Living on an island hadn't stopped Veronica Mars from finding ways to fill up her days. She had signed up for more classes than she would ever have envisioned herself taking of her free will in Neptune and spent the rest of her time checking in on people and running through training sessions with Teyla or Arya (or Taser, but those were the ones ( Read more... )