The past month, in Ali's opinion, had been glorious. The turn of summer into fall was a mostly gentle and fulfilling time, and many things came to harvest. The children settled into school with fewer difficulties, a sign they were finally beginning to acclimate, while the farms and orchards they visited on weekends bustled with the business of ( Read more... )

Home. At last. Ali touched the doorknob hesitantly, almost afraid it wasn't real. After everything she had been through ( Read more... )

And so, the day is will have been saved, thanks to... Well, Ali's not actually sure yet. She knows it will happen, because it has to have happened someday. But it's all very quantum at this point ( Read more... )

A triumphant return. That's Ali's favorite kind. Well, really, that's probably everyone's favorite kind. Some people might prefer the ticker-tape parade sort, but Ali found herself quite enjoying the ride back to Camelot at Gawain's side. There were pleasures to be found in the company of a good man she'd been trying to force herself to forget ( Read more... )

A long and restless night alone had done nothing to improve Ali's temper. Jareth's remorseless ripping away of her will and self-control left her feeling vulnerable, more hurt than angry--and plenty of both. So morning found her pacing the halls near Gawain's room, waiting for him to wake so they could be off. She wouldn't even give him time to ( Read more... )

There are many things to be sought in life. Some universal, such as love and the fulfillment of necessities; some more individual, such as one person's desire to consume the perfect hamburger or another's compelling need to memorize every word in the dictionary. One of Ali's quests, for the better part of the last year, has been to find Jareth's ( Read more... )