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Sacharissa found the snow enthralling. When it fell at home, it was grey by morning and brown by afternoon, if not sooner, and more like walking in a puddle of mud which covered the city than in the crisp, soft stuff beneath her now. This appealed to her more, and she smiled, looking around, as she made her walk to the compound ( Read more... ) -
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Deep down beneath the quiet reserve and the sweet smile, Sacharissa was thrilled. True, it was terrible that people were having hallucinations (and she really didn't see the need for a post office on an island roughly ten miles square), but this was news. They were good stories, both of them, worth the writing. She missed the rush a daily paper ( Read more... ) -
Is your armor thin again? Do I want to wear it down?
Sacharissa wanted to go home.
The weekend had been a whirlwind of events. Of news. Even with the snake baby and the armies and a variety of other less than pleasing elements, the fact remained it had been busy and it had been home. Sacharissa couldn't bear to let down Jane, but the truth was, she would have stayed in Ankh-Morpork in a heartbeat ( Read more... ) -
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1.) Sacharissa is tougher than she looks. Actually, that's the whole point. She's sweet and gentle and kind and polite, yes. But that doesn't mean she can't hold her own. Sacharissa is clever, bright, and talented in her field, and she raised herself in part as her grandfather grew older. While she's concerned with being Respectable, propriety does ( Read more... )