Looking after a baby's a lot different when the mother isn't right there to take over when things go to shit ( Read more... )

Idleness and Arthur Castus did not often mix with much success. Hours full of leisure did not warrant the former commander's dislike, but empty hours did. In Britain, there had been no such thing as a vacant minute, let alone a full hour. Though industriousness did not fill every moment of their lives, every moment was conscripted, tallied up ( Read more... )

There's only so much to do in a place like this -- 'so much' being more the equivalent of 'so little', if one were to split hairs -- and, as she can't spend all day in the hut, not if they're going to keep this act up, Stacie's found that as dull as it can be, the rec room is better than nothing. Which is why, dressed in the one decent piece of ( Read more... )

If asked, Jill could give half a dozen different clinical definitions of addiction, she could explain the psychology behind her own addiction with ease, with the calm confidence of someone who'd been through treatment and had not only defeated her weakness, but had stomped it down until it didn't exist anymore. It would be bullshit, that ( Read more... )

The morning the island changes back to it its tropical climate, Lara wakes up to discover she's been given a jaguar. His name is Ulixes. James is bemused, but secretly thinks it's cool.

The jukebox kept playing depressing Snow Patrol songs, but Julio was determined to ignore the emo lyrics. With his new portable electronic device nearby, it was easier than it would have been under normal circumstances ( Read more... )

Jane had not ever in her life understood what it felt to be abandoned, for she had endured a happy childhood with the utmost of care and love from her parents, as was suitable. She had loved her sisters dearly and eventually, she had felt the loss of her first love in Mr. Bingley. That had ebbed, turned to a faint memory and dissipated in the face ( Read more... )

Jill finally tells Bond about her drunken encounter with Lucifer after a somewhat lengthy period of avoiding the agent and the issue. Although Bond is less than thrilled to learn about his look-alike's antics, the conversation is only somewhat awkward and relatively pleasant. Mostly finished and pretty tame in terms of a rating. PG maybe?

Dressed in furs and thick suede from the clothes box, Lyra Silvertongue stood in front of the island memorial with her daemon hugged tight in her arms. With her boots buried ankle-deep in snow and one of the red saucers from the games closet propped up against her leg, she stood there staring and cuddling Pan close, comforted by the feel of his ( Read more... )

The changes to the treehouse have yielded much amusement, but this is the third day there's been snow on the ground and I've been out. Not to the fields where the mammoths moved in herds last year, the place I took James on what could be called, if one were prone to a certain amount of sentimentality, our first date. Then again, I'm not sure there ( Read more... )