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Patrick awoke from a fitfull sleep. The mead from last night's celebration of his tournament entrance still worked its way through his system. The sun was no more welcome now as he tossed back the thin sheet on his hay mound of a bed than it was half an hour earlier. Nor was his neighbor's boistrous morning song as she hung her family's shirts out ( Read more... )

She crept along the rafters keeping her heart rate down. The room alread measured above 35 degrees Celcius, but she couldn't risk having to high of a body temperature--the guards might pick up on the difference ( Read more... )

Morning greeted Duncan like a horse's hoof greets the ground during full gallop. Reality was more than one night's sanity could endure, but now he had to grok this frightening truth while dealing with a hangover. There, in Lord ____'s guest bedroom, with Lord ____'s ale flowing through him, he sat contemplating the night before. He was chosen to ( Read more... )