Lights over the Citadel_The most common question._The Wise and the Mighty_The Story that was Never Y
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Lights over the Citadel
"Stop what are you doing and pay attention to what I am about to say. I will not repeat myself." "As if you could stop me." "Put that knife back." "Why are you whispering now, as if you could stop me." "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I haven't been careful." "Why do you think it matters now? It's about a time you pay for all you have done to us. After all those years, still breathing and what about them? Is your life more important than them? I have to do it for their sake. To free them." "If am going to die, you go with me!""Did you see that? What just happened? The fireworks in January, very unusual....
The most common question.
I felt the key pressing into the palm of my hand and I smiled. The house www.onedoor.ccbefore me was a two-storey terraced house across from an oval in Clifton Hill. It looked small but inviting. Part of that might have been the key in my hand.“I want you to feel at home here,” Ted had told me as he handed it to me over breakfast. “And if you want to move in, well, that would be fine too.” He’d blushed through his beard and I’d held his hand and grinned like a kid.It wasn’t a new relationship, but it felt like it was going somewhere. We’d met at the end of summer, up in Sydney at the Mardi Gras. I was weari...
The Wise and the Mighty
There was once a time, to be sure, when the occult and the impractical held greater import in the daily affairs of men. And though the texts of the time have fallen into disuse and the old ways forgotten out of convenience, it shares with all things unfashionable the fringe interest of the unmentionable outliers of society. And so did the marvelously leathered works of such minds as Athereos and Yllgread, who was the Star of Winter Dawns, fall into the undeserving hands of frail recluses, never to see the sun again. In such a day, in the midst of a century devoid of Magic, an impromptu sage ro...
The Story that was Never Yours
She was a pretty thing, you thought, but sometimes you thought it hard to know what pretty was. You only had a small range of knowledge and descriptive words. You only had the words she gave you. You had intoxicating blue eyes; which didn’t make sense because your friend was often getting intoxicated with alcohol. Eyes don’t drink alcohol, so how could they be intoxicating.Her eyes were brown, and you’re not sure what that meant. Brown wasn't a common colour, blue and green turned up a lot though. Maybe they were stimulating brown eyes, that’s another word she had used for something else. The ...