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Her plan is working too well, she muses through the pain. Moira wounded herself grievously enough to keep from having to bring Sister Elene to heel, but she cannot sit a horse, let alone march the rest of the way to New Beldevera on a near-useless leg. She grips the drivers bench too tightly with one hand while cradling her


Two Paths 24: Hidden TalesHe hears the mumbles as he walks quickly through the echoing corridors, struggling to carry a wooden tray heavy with glassware. He feels the stares of his Brothers as they shuffle out of his way. He cannot make out the words they whisper to each other, but he doesnt have to. He has heard them his entire life.Two Paths 24: Hidden Tales
The Rat.
They call him that for two reasons. Frer Robert has grown up in the Abbey, he knows every alcove, buttress, chapel and tunnel. He can navigate the labyrinthine passages of the Abbey with ease; even the Father Abbot furrows his brow in wonder when Robert appears within moments of a summons.


Two Paths 23: Met by MoonlightIt is crowded again, tonight. Tsolts place is filled with smoke, the smells of bitter ale, hearth bread and spitted lamb, and the raucous laughter and cursing that hovers about the games of chance favored by working men. More quiet, but carrying no less an appetite for strong drink and hearty food, are the dozens of pilgrims drifting through the tiny town. They crossed the river this afternoon on their long journey to New Beldevera, and a hoped-for glimpse of the new Imperceptor, as yet to be named if the talk held any truth.Two Paths 23: Met by Moonlight
The old man struggles along with Karl, his eldest son, to keep pace with the parade of empty mugs w


Two Paths 22: SanctuaryThe Abbey of Glory. Dominic has heard it called such since his earliest memory. The nobility speak of it as a place far away, where bastard offspring, the disgraced, and the plague-doomed are sent to be forgotten. The priests revere it as a purgatory on earth, a last chance to serve the Mother in this life. To the peasants, it is a place of ghosts, where armies of the condemned ride forth to martyr themselves in battle with nightmares.Two Paths 22: Sanctuary
In this minds eye, Dominic envisions a lonely, grey fortress astride a craggy hilltop, where the exiled survey a blasted landscape from sullen, windswept ramparts. In his minds eye, th


Black FlagThis is your final test, said Captain Fang.Black Flag
Bai sucked in a breath, the entirety of his vision replaced by the externals of the Nanking. The sun somewhere behind him, he looked down on a field of stars smeared with the broken viscera of a Martian freighter. Bai zoomed in on the clumsy, struggling figures of the other ships crew as they went EVA to launch their life raft. Their suits were silver emergency gear, the creases still in their sleeves and the oxygen probably stale.
Captain Fangs raider, the heavily armed Honor of Nanking, had exchanged greetings and gossip with
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Hello Toilet
~apocathary: dress up like byron and bang her..."You can call me Lord, bitch"
Claymore is an awesome series! I discovered it well after I'd begun writing TP, but the series has easily inspired me. I have yet to watch any of Chrono Crusade, although several people have recommended it to me. Not enough hours in the day, I guess.
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If you haven't already, you should watch Claymore and/or Chrno Crusade. They're 2 anime series that use the Christian vs. daemons theme, complete with something akin to warrior nuns.
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... Where lies the world's meaning? So smiling and gay,
Did you, dear, live only to die in this way?
If this has some meaning, it's godless and odd:
Upon your wan forehead one cannot read "God"!
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I just read your story and I think it's truly great!
You should publish it!
P.S. I'll watch you!
Much Love,
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Drink that tea of madness--and thanks for the journal ad!
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