By the time I realized what they were about it was too late to make my excuses and leave. Besides, Crescentius would never have permitted it- this was the Praetor’s prime entertainment for the afternoon and none of his household would be seen slipping away before the grand climax. So I waited with the others […]

Posted on September 5th, 2005 by Zsallia
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I remember our last words to each other, the anger you felt, and the betrayal. You could not understand how I could love you as I did and not share the vision you treasured. What could I say to you? That for me the band had been no more than a tool to pry you […]

Posted on August 9th, 2005 by Zsallia
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I never wanted to hurt you. I thought I knew best… now I am not so certain. I understand your anger and I share your pain. Do what you feel you must. I love you. Please forgive me. Angie

Posted on July 25th, 2005 by Zsallia
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Consciousness returned slowly, with pain and nausea as unwelcome companions while confusion slowly settled into first fear, then anger, then cold rage. I was naked, twisted in an uncomfortable position, and my hands and feet were bound. My left shoulder and arm were in agony. Inside I was raw with a familiar and infuriating pain. […]

Posted on March 14th, 2005 by Zsallia
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Gunnō tig Sloghan en pullan katois Newudhrōstōdhlikan Prijandan tēz galōjai Ghernjō tig Tinan plekhan aileso ana mēz Salbhan ana taisiai bhrekani Plaikhendhō tig tū werdhō Rigganō in tēz Lallanō an bhlisjan Alnaz wittaz ni ūtan laikendh Minō paurktjō ni ūtan rūnō Tinō sē Prijō ghibhanō Ūtan gwemidhi andhjō Gerbhanō ana prumoi Gunnō tig Tinan skarban […]

Posted on February 14th, 2005 by Zsallia
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I had already been up two hours or more when dawn drew near and the younger Kelly began to awaken. As I heard him begin to stir, I pulled down the tent wall he had strung against the lean-to, then ran a few steps and smoothly mounted the horse I had prepared. I readied one […]

Posted on January 8th, 2005 by Zsallia
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Darkness was falling rapidly upon us, but the Kelly’s kept moving, trying to make up lost time. I had the impression Tom knew of a good campsite and was willing to travel another hour or two in darkness to reach it. That they had declined to spend the night at the cabin in favor of […]

Posted on January 3rd, 2005 by Zsallia
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The sound of his breathing filled me with dread, for it was wet and rasping. When he coughed it was with the rough of agony and ruin. The fire was as warm as one could hope and I had done as much as I could towards sealing our dilapidated cabin against the wind, but it […]

Posted on December 31st, 2004 by Zsallia
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It was dark and cool, but not cold- spring had finally driven off the worst of the chill and the night air was refreshing, the air wafting over the fields and the barn, redolent with life. The moon had set and at its departure the heavens had opened up in a riotous explosion of color. […]

Posted on September 20th, 2004 by Zsallia
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Tourists liked the place and old man Malloy had certainly been the beneficiary of the Luck of the Irish the day the State of California laid out the Pacific Coast Highway and ran it directly past the front door of his little diner. I landed there for the same reason the truck drivers and tourists […]

Posted on June 20th, 2004 by Zsallia
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