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Maldicta was chasing Olivia around the house. Admittedly, she was doing so rather languidly, since Olivia's crawl was hardly speedy. It wasn't especially coordinated, either, but Maladicta was sure this was just the girl's father coming through, and she would grow out of it quickly ( Read more... ) -
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Maladicta was sprawled across her and William's bed, on her stomach. Olivia was lying on her back beside her and squealing quietly when Shenlong would stick his nose into the arch of one tiny foot or the other. The wolf's ears would tick one way, then the other, and sit back while the baby flailed. Then, once she'd calmed, he'd go back to giving ( Read more... ) -
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Maladicta was listening to the sounds of her home. There was the general white noise of rustling flora; the occasional scrape of a wolf toenail against wood as Shenlong rearranged himself in his sleep, out on the porch; very far away the rhythmic lull of the ocean; and now, the newest addition to the soundscape, the very soft intermittent fuss and ( Read more... ) -
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She would manage it with Geoffrey, she could manage it with Vimes. She was pretty sure. Even if he'd just had a huge setback in being a human being, which wasn't ever easy. She certainly hadn't brought it up since going off on him, however inebriatedly, after the party. She was technically off-duty, not that it much mattered on the island, when ( Read more... ) -
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Maladicta had a list of things to do, the last of which was "Find A Dress". She realized as far as priorities went, this one was perhaps a bit ... wrong way round, at least so far as most brides were concerned, but in all honesty, she couldn't quite be arsed about the damn dress. This was a bit tougher to tackle, since Geoffrey could be as elusive ( Read more... ) -
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Maladicta was doing something she hadn’t done in a very long time. She had the vague impression that the two people she shared her present life with didn’t much approve of it, only because it had never come up or been mentioned. This was partly because she hadn’t done it in… Well, all right, so she couldn’t actually remember when she’d done it last ( Read more... ) -
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The entire thing, as far as Maladicta was concerned, had been a bust. Not in the fun way, or the copper way. In the 'my country doesn't work anymore because its patron deity has gone mad', busted way. She had some scrapes from flying splinters of chipped wood and sparse masonry that had been sent flying when the speeding hunks of lead had ripped ( Read more... ) -
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Some conversations, it was difficult to be enthusiastic about. Maladicta'd had a few of them since her arrival on the island. Most of them had been with William. This would be another one. Lucky William ( Read more... ) -
cosmic jokes are like that
Maladicta was lounging against the outside wall of the IPD in jeans and her boots and a tank top and her uniform jacket with the sleeves bunched up to her elbows. She'd wanted to go full regalia for her first patrol with her brand new partner, but it was too damn hot ( Read more... )