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BeliefI dont know why I ran off with him. I mean, I had a boyfriend back home in England, and I can only blame my anger so much. He fancied me; I suppose that was why I let him do it. Maybe I went too far, or maybe I didnt go far enough. Maybe if Id kept my feelings in check, or the prompting memory of my boyfriend clear in my head, I wouldnt have done it. But I did, and thats all that matters now.
Im not going to let it ruin my life like it does for some people.
It had been a soft night; gentle and caressing. My parents had no idea where I was, and there was no chance of my getting a bus back up the mountain a
The Return of DargonHas the world always been black and starless?
No. Bleak, perhaps, but not black.
Are his eyes open or closed? Open, most definitely: he can feel the grit of a thousand minute earthen particles scratching against his eyes. It could blind him if he werent blind anyway, trapped and immobile. The creature works his jaw, straining his muscles to revolve it; pressing against the soil. It compacts with relative ease, allowing slight manoeuvrability but earth is heavy, and he has no chance of pushing himself back aboveground, not if he lay here and pressed his bones against the soil for a million years. He breathes out (he can breathe?
Shaman Switchover v7 fullPART ONE
It had been necessary to move her. Mallos had already tried to kill her once; there's no reason why he shouldn't try again, and in her permanently unconscious state there's no way he couldn't succeed. The fact that Poppy can't control her powers is neither here nor there, since she represents divinity regardless. Indeed, there are ways of getting around the uncontrollable nature of her magic; the combined help of Aura and others of Set-Merut can help her to tame it for some spells, and when she's desperate enough the magic will respond of its own accord to her heart's wishes. Somehow, that Poppy would support Set-Merut has never bee
Shaman Switchover v6, parts 8-13---
Part eight –
“Aura!” A deep voice bleats in her ear, “Aura, Aura – I didn’t mean to – but something – I didn’t – there’s...”
Shaking her head to clear it, Aura lets the babbling nonsense wash over her as she sits up. Something – or someone – teleported her out of the Shrine... an impossible feat for anyone without reverse telepathy (of whom there are none in Shaman) or divinity. Blinking, she turns to the source of the noise for answers.
Penguin looks a mess. His pupils are dilated, his eyes wide, his tail is wedged firmly between his legs a
Shaman Switchover v6, parts 1-7PART ONE
The seventh rat lifts his nose into the air, inhaling the soft, sweet scent of earth. It’s been far, far too long. Perhaps he should have left sooner, but his patience will be rewarded.
Shaman is different to how the rat remembers. The landscape has been changed by the various curses; here volcanic ash has created a fertile strip of land from which a thousand new plants are bursting into life; there, where there had been a natural bowl in the ground, a new lake has formed as a residue of the flood. Parts of the land are familiar and the rat feels his insides glow warm when he sees them, but other parts are almost beyond recog
Shaman: Introducing KiyaKiya slid a little further down the pillar and raised a hand to her eyes to shield the sun from them. The hypostyle hall in the Karnak temples was filled with enormous, thick pillars which were impossible to see around, so she was forced to run a magical sweep to make sure they were alone. Kiya’s psychic powers weren’t as well developed as her elemental ones, but she knew enough to be able to mentally scope the surrounding area for signs of life. Nothing. The priests must be in another part of the temple.
“Coast is clear,” she hissed over her shoulder, and slid all the way down to the bottom of the pillar. A squeak be
Shaman Special: Entering the AlhambraPART ONE:
Estefania inhaled sharply as the arrow sailed cleanly over its target and landed smoothly onto the dry, yellow grass. She didn’t turn around; she didn’t need to. Like all Latino people, she had the ability to radiate fury from every pore but, like all Latino people, this was not enough for her. Her lips curled back over her teeth into a raging snarl, and she snapped out an explosive Spanish expletive. She felt rather than heard the movement behind her and turned her head slightly to the side in time to see slink into sight her currently least-favourite person. He slipped his hands into his pockets and raised his eyebrow
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