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Continued from here"If not for the climate, one might almost think we were in Montrève," I remarked from where I sat brushing down Hyacinthe's horse. Good tempered as ever, she scarcely even flicked her tail as I ran the comb through her coat, working tangles out of her mane. "'Tis a shame there aren't more birds, or more interesting game; we might ( Read more... ) -
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What Phedre had to tell me, of her and Hyacinthe, I did not want to hear ( Read more... ) -
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"Oh, I wouldn't go that far," I grinned. "But everything in its place-- and in moderation, though I daresay we could use a few more nights like this to balance nights like Mardi Gras out." When I'd stumbled home tipsy from that disaster, he'd thankfully kept silent-- he'd also made sure to be absent from my foul mood brought on by ( Read more... ) -
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This day has been nothing short of a culmination of every nightmare that I have ever had, every ill thought and bad dream and fear. This day... this day ( Read more... ) -
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She has driven me to madness before. This I know is true. I have known it before, in the hall of the Mahrkagir, watching her sit at the right hand of all that was evil and unholy. I have known it, and I have despised it, and I despair to think that it has returned ( Read more... ) -
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Phedre is gone.
I know it, as well as I know my own self, as well as I know her.
I am woken by a rumble in the ground, something utterly foreign to me, and this combined with the fact that my bed is empty beside me fills me with nothing but pure, unadulterated terror.
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One thing I know Phedre has longed to do since we awoke here in Terra d'Ange was pay a visit to the temple -- her temple, Kushiel's temple. Blessed Elua's temple has its uses, but I know it has been a precious long time since Phedre has had opportunity to really feel Kushiel, at least since I have found myself on the island. I let her go -- ( Read more... ) -
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Nearly as soon as the island turned to this wintry place, Phedre started talking about Longest Night. Ysandre's appearance on the island didn't help much, either, and before I knew it, I had been coerced into finding suitable decorations to make what used to be our sparse little treehouse into a festive site for a gala fitting of Longest Night ( Read more... )