Day Five and he was still there.

It had only just started to settle in the day before. Really setting in. The fact that he was trapped there. That, unless his luck did a full 180, he may never see Nora again and never even get to meet his own son or daughter or... freaky wolf cub for all he knew. All of it was a huge adjustment, or it would be ( Read more... )

She was drifting.

Perfection was an unattainable goal. There was nothing for her to strive for. No career. No featured role. No performances. Without those things, that perfect moment of letting go seemed... futile. What was the point of losing oneself if there was nothing to find on the other side of it ( Read more... )

It isn't that Geoffrey actually needs to sew anything. Actually, he could probably go the rest of his life without sewing anything ever again, without so much as picking up a sewing needle. There are a dozen people on the island now with machines that could do this for him in five minutes flat. But fuck it, he's still going to sit here modifying a ( Read more... )

Having an increasingly mobile daughter was both a relief and a concern.

The relief was that she was acquiring milestones as a developing child could be expected to reach them, so he wasn't doing something completely wrong, although he wasn't sure he'd contributed to this one so much as Shenlong, by way of both being and not being a stationary dog ( Read more... )

Following a mishap with the blender and the quick outfit change that resulted from it, Ashby was back in the kitchen, cooking off the last bit of pancake batter and topping the last of the fruit tarts ( Read more... )

There had been a time when Jack's Friday night would have included experiencing seven or more simultaneous pleasures in the Lotus galaxy, or maybe drinking hypervodka martinis while chatting up the local girls on Borak 4. Or maybe he'd have been busy at a real bacchanal. Those were always fun. And you couldn't have more fun than getting arrested in ( Read more... )

The sky above Bush's head was the perfect sort of robin's egg blue that was a sailor's dream, the breeze just strong enough to periodically ruffle the sand at his feet. Today was not a day for sailing, though - no, William had the Prospero II laid up on shore and turned upside down to give its bottom a thorough cleaning. The work in the warm sun ( Read more... )

Rupert de Worde had spent more time around small children than one might have imagined, although it hadn't been since he himself was quite small. His younger siblings had been a delight, primarily serving as objects to play with and torture, roles that hadn't much changed once adulthood had been reached, though the mechanisms had. Then again, he'd ( Read more... )

The phone in the IPD office did not ring a great deal. Keith had the patrolling IPD officers dial from the call-boxes occasionally, to make sure everything was up and running, but he knew when that was going to happen. Unexpected calls were less frequent. He'd had one last week, from space, which had been something. But then, it always was, just ( Read more... )

While many seafaring men hated the planning and logistics of a long journey by ship, it was the planning and charting of maps that Norrington liked best. As a boy, he'd spent hours in his father's study filling in the blank places on the map and imagining what sort of adventures he'd have in places like India, Madagascar, Australia and the like. ( Read more... )