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LightsNo one believed her when she told them about the lights. She first saw them one morning while weeding the garden. She told Grandad. “Lights in the south,” he mused. “There were rumors about that ages ago!” But it became clear he didn’t actually know anything substantial, so she left before he started retelling stories she had heard over and over. Two days later she was eating lunch on the patio and saw the lights again. She told Ma. “That’s nice, dear,” Ma said. “Do you think the stew needs more potatoes?” She was drawing the next evening when the lights appeared in the sky again. She told her brother. He didn’t look up from his game. The nexLights
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Unraveling the Shroud of NightA turn of the knob and the door opened. A woman clad in servants’ garb slid quietly through the opening, balancing a tray of food. Crossing the room, she laid the tray upon a small square table. She turned to face the elegant lady who sat at a majestic loom crisscrossed with strands of many colors. “Milady, your food is here.” Curtsying, she waited to see if the queen would say anything.Unraveling the Shroud of Night
“Thank you. If you would take this shuttle?” Penelope held out a shuttle wound tightly with thread. Thread she had carefully woven into elegant patterns during the day, and just as carefully unwoven during the night.
“Of course, mila
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Diving InA wall of blue and yellow loomed up through the red haze. Seeing it appear on the view screen, Eric Lozada gulped. It’s one thing to read about the core of your planet being the size of Mars, another to know that is true, and yet another thing to see it in front of you. “Quite a view, isn’t it?” a soft clear soprano asked. “Yes,” he replied, then continued to stare wonderingly at the view screen. Jessica Gaertner chuckled quietly, then looked over at another crew member. “Linda?” Linda Komanos tore her gaze away from the core to reply to her captain. “Impressive,” she said dryly. “Yes, Captain?”Diving In
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"No hero want's to go into battle wearing an oven mitt and swinging a frying pan - or at least, none of the fifty-seven heroes Father has checked so far."
- Tamriff of High Holes (The Frying Pan Of Doom) by Patricia C. Wrede
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(and I am not resigned.)
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Jesus Christ walks into a hotel. He hands the desk clerk 3 nails and asks "could you put me up for the night?"
Owner of: ~NIN-on-DA ~Industrial-Heaven
Committed at: *Dark-Arts-Asylum Room 288
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Jesus Christ walks into a hotel. He hands the desk clerk 3 nails and asks "could you put me up for the night?"
Owner of: ~NIN-on-DA ~Industrial-Heaven
Committed at: *Dark-Arts-Asylum Room 288
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