NaNoWriMo '07: EXCERPTIt was barely night, not quite dark enough for the Knights to be out policing the City full force but just about the right time for the parties to begin, giving the invitees enough time to unload their food and drinks without fear of being caught out in the streets after curfew.NaNoWriMo '07: EXCERPT
Squinting at the house, Kel tried to make out the numbers on the address plate; showing up someplace where you weren’t meant to be with both hands preoccupied with beer sometimes meant you weren’t welcome, especially this close to lockdown time. And if there just happened to be a Knight in the area...
Man, those guys acted like they
Kihreyn blames it all on Sezru"Kind of weird, isn't he?" says one of the guests when he catches Kihreyn looking and follows his gaze to the host.Kihreyn blames it all on Sezru
Kihreyn watches Sezru as the prince--his prince, his mind whispers in delight--drifts aimlessly from group to group to group until he reaches the banquet table and settles there looking bored, though Kihreyn knows that he wouldn't have ended there unless it was what he had intended all along and oh my god what if he saw him looking if he did if he looked up and saw him--
"--strange feeling. Throws interesting parties, though," says the other man. "You all right?"
Kihreyn blinks once, twice,
MemoAll cast and crew:Memo
What’s there to say? We’re having a post-production photoshoot type thing after school today, so don't forget to meet the camera guy in the commons. Then, we’ll be driving to Starbucks for a celebration. I hope to see you all there!
Remember to leave all props and costumes in the storage room. No swords, fake guns, crazy wigs, or ballroom dresses. If you walk out with them, Mr Dubois will make you pay for them! (He wants me to pass this message on to you guys: “Seniors, this means you won’t be able to graduate! [insert smiley face here.]”)
Other than that,
The first to wakeAll is not well in Alanor. The wind has died, the magic withered and gone save for a few scattered clumps of grass. A sense of—of something pulses and radiates outward from the center of the faerie’s land, where a lone laurel tree stands, decaying, its leaves rotting on the ground around it and crumbling into the earth. However, very few fae behold this image. Few, in fact, would want to. Azruen himself has remained in the Temeril Court, if only because every known attempt to leave Alanor has failed.The first to wake
Fia is nearby. He knows because he’s seen her around, looking morose. Perhaps she is not in the mood to annoy him, o
EMBARRASSING QUESTIONS
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Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all...
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