The frustration of immense storm-driven tides thrummed up through the cold stone floor.
By the guttering light of a single candle, James used a long steady finger to trace the wing-like shape of Flora’s shoulder blade.
He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss there, as though his lips were like anchors, as if they alone were heavy enough to
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I'm blaming the sense of propriety on James. We all know it's his fault.
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I've written a lot in the last week. Now I'm kinda stuck. But that's okay. There's a wee bit of mutiny going on in the back of my mind. That probably sounds like a bad thing, but it's not. I like it when my characters get headstrong on me. It saves me a whole bunch of work.
Glad to see you've got a new laptop! I've missed you!
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Wonder detail in the brief chapter, pink_siamese.
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I'm glad it's one of your favorite chapters. It's one of mine too. I figured it was kind of experimental to make it so short, but it seemed right. Thank you for all your lovely compliments! They aren't the only reason I write, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like 'em a whole lot. ;-)
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