This was not the sort of profession that required a timetable.1
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They weren't great dice ( Read more... )

Eowyn's singing voice was a strong one, full to the brink of sorrow and choked off as if she could no longer breathe. She did not cry; she had done enough of that in the bitter cold, in the weeks before metarrë. She sang for the loss of Eomer, for Theoden, for Merry. She sang because there would be none else here to do so for her, or for Rohan ( Read more... )

Some might say Shady wasn't deep - and honestly, she'd agree with them. 'Depth of a shoebox', she'd say, if her world had actually put shoes in boxes before selling them. She thought that was kind of pointless, what with the purpose of shoes to be worn, not kept in boxes ( Read more... )

Dripping from head to toe, Allison Cameron stood in front of the bookshelf and spoke to it in as stern of a voice as she could muster ( Read more... )

Robin and Ned go on a patrol - Robin uses the time to get in some hunting and tries to get complete sentences out of Ned. By the end he even misses Much.

Dated when it was still snowy.

Finally, Rogue manages to get a little closer to the to get a little closer to the bottom of Ned Coates.

After a bit of shared soul-searching, Ned asks Rogue to marry him again.
To his utter surprise, she actually says yes.

timed to evening on the 17th.

He'd found it when he had come into the rec room. An octagonal board covered in little checkered squares, populated with eight tiny trolls and thirty-two minuscule dwarfs, all set to fight their little imaginary battle. The pieces were carefully made, the small troll figures walking rocks with clan lichen painted on in minute detail, dwarfs bearded ( Read more... )

It was sitting on the table in the corner of the rec room. Innocuously, like it had been there all along.

Susan was pretty sure she would have noticed something like that when she came in, but the island is...well, you can never be really sure of something like that. More disturbing than it's sudden, if rather lacking in fanfare, appearance was the ( Read more... )

All in all, Adora Belle was quite pleased with the change of weather. Among other things, the disappearance of the snow meant she could leave the Compound and its annoying mass of human occupants, and retreat into the jungle to set up camp preferably as far away from anyone else as possible. She stopped short at venturing into dinosaur territory, ( Read more... )