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The door opens, and a novice nun stands in it, mouth open, staring ( Read more... )

It's not every day a certain struggling artist opens the door to what she thinks is the illegal sublet she shares (with her best friend, another photogenic young artist) and ends up walking into some kind of bar (where said friend is nowhere to be found ( Read more... )

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[oomm: Training is starting to pay off]

Cerys is still trying to think of a codename. It's much more difficult than she imagined it would be - surely there must be some sort of book of names that are already taken somewhere...

She needs to think one up fast, or the decision might be taken out of her hands.

A trueblood, a halfie and a human. Who woulda thunk it? But the gals of Eldritch Steel pretty much do their own thing, which has people either hating them or loving them to death.

Fans have a way of making sure the hate-minded never get too close.


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...it seemed a shame, really. For a veteran to be stuck in a hospital ward room on Memorial Day ( Read more... )

Fry is sitting in a corner, looking secretive and worried.

He has a can of beer in his hand, which he is looking at.

Grub says I can't be in the band any more unless I prove I'm not a Daddy's boy.

They're going to get me to drink beer tomorrow. I'm gonna look a right idiot if I can't...He looks around to see if he's being watched, opens the can ( Read more... )

The door opens, but at first glance nobody's there; just a rather dismal vista, gray clouds over gray mud, and a small WWI-era airfield in the background ( Read more... )

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