

Whitesmith 2It wasnt raining I think thats what startled me the most. The sky was dark with angry storm clouds, but the ground was as dry as an abandoned bone.Whitesmith 2
Outside, without the insulation of workroom walls to distort the sounds, I knew that what I had taken what I had assumed to be raindrops, abnormally loud, what I had assumed to be distant thunder, was the hoof beats of horses flying over the small town I had claimed as my own for a time. The supernatural rumble in my bones had been the Wild Hunt of the Fey Riders, calling to me like I hadnt felt in centuries. I was awash with shame from the know


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When I say that Im a smith, youll probably envision a huge man with arms the size of trees and a face flushed from the heat of the forge, and not without reason. It takes a strong person with a lot of endurance to manage the hammer and bellows for any length of time. Pounding steel for a living isnt a job for those lacking in muscles.
Fortunately, thats not what I do. In point of fact, Im violently allergic to iron and rarely go anywhere near a fired forge. It doesnt make me any less of a smith, though. Im just not a blacksmith. I work the white metals tin, pewter, silver.


the devil's witch, bk 2 sc 2Eventually, Lucy finished her work in the yard and showered.the devil's witch, bk 2 sc 2
She found her husband waiting for her in the kitchen when she was done, sipping tea.
He was beautiful; beautiful, unique, and altogether hers. She wished she could wipe away the scars from his confinement, wipe away the memories that still haunted his eyes at times. He had promised her that in time, they would fade but they both knew that, in time, so would she.
It was a very real fear. One that haunted them both had sent her fleeing at times to the comfort of physical labor and a safe outlet for her anger.
Feeling better? he asked calm


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Prelude
Fine, fine.
You call it a 'golden age'. Thats Wokao. Big smelly Wokao. Those years were the years of a nervous peace. A damn crazy peace. Earth was all fine and dandy.
But you know, a peace built on the back of suffering don't last long. So Earth was all perfect, but all the people they didn't want were ignored. The homeless, the poor, the cykes, the genehacked were shipped to the fekhole of Mars.
So it wasn't a golden age, and you know what? They
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Besides, I liked the Tajalli pic. It'll be cool to see what else you come up with.
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There is a great artist in me.
We're just not communicating.
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If I have commented on your work, that means when I turn into an artistic-talent-sucking vampire, you shall be a victim.
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...and remember that we are brilliant creatures...
bril_liant at last.fm
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Give and ye shall recieve.
"If you ever find yourself in an epic war of good versus evil, remember to bring along plenty of extra shirts." ~ from The Deathbringer
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Awww, why does forever have to be so far away?!
"PIERCE THE HEAVENS WITH YOUR SPOON!!!!"
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¦D You can't handle teh awesomenss. ¦D
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Is there anyone who
Ever remembers changing their mind from
The paint on a sign?
Is there anyone who really recalls
Ever breaking rank at all
For something someone yelled real loud one time.
John Mayer
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Though I teach, I'm not a preacher and I aim to stay that way...Procol Harum
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Though I teach, I'm not a preacher and I aim to stay that way...Procol Harum
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