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Thu, 03/11/2010 - 9:15pm
"Should we call you a mermaid?" Corrie asked Troy. "I mean, obviously we're going to actually call you Troy, but should we refer to you as a merman, or a Djanaea, or what?" She'd stumbled a little over the word Troy had given for them, but he didn't correct her, so she must have gotten it close to right. "Um... I guess if you don't mind saying Djanaea, I would prefer that. And you're not going to be talking about me to too many people, are you?" he asked. "No, of course not. Now." Corrie leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms. "You never answered my question." read more
Thu, 03/11/2010 - 6:38pm
I switched to Arkan. The infirmary had the usual number of people in it, lying in bed or helping those who were lying in bed, every word carried like in any tent, and this, more than anything, was no one else’s business. Or perhaps I just wanted to conceal my shame. read more
Thu, 03/11/2010 - 11:05am
I switched to Arkan. The infirmary had the usual number of people in it, lying in bed or helping those who were lying in bed, every word carried like in any tent, and this, more than anything, was no one else’s business. Or perhaps I just wanted to conceal my shame. read more
Thu, 03/11/2010 - 10:46am
A quick plug. read more
Thu, 03/11/2010 - 12:00am
Wheeling and dealing. read more
Wed, 03/10/2010 - 11:23pm
"Looks like we got Everest," Vince said, striding into the library and depositing his books on a small table occupied by a short boy wearing glasses. "That's great!" Will, also known as the short boy wearing glasses, exclaimed. "I thought for sure someone would have beaten us to him. "When I spoke with the dean he told me we were the third team to make our selection," Vince replied, taking his seat and spreading out the books. "I guess the others are taking their sweet time in picking a subject." read more
Wed, 03/10/2010 - 11:12pm
Kilthanis followed his guide, Davros, at a respectful distance. The man would speak over his shoulder, pointing out various sites around the city. Kilthanis found much of the information washing over him without being absorbed, as he craned his neck this way and that, looking around the strange city. Although he was not a military man, Kilthanis could tell this city was built for defense in a way that even Laris’s capital on Osh’riyo didn’t match. read more
Wed, 03/10/2010 - 6:35pm
10 Egis 4974 | Osiri, Yeola-e Dear Mamin: read more
Wed, 03/10/2010 - 4:25pm
“Man,” Adam whispers, voice hot. “There is nothing like a popped cherry.” read more
Wed, 03/10/2010 - 12:36pm
10 Egis 4974 | Osiri, Yeola-e Dear Mamin: read more
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