 profile notes guests older host Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city lights Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close; I heard a voice Standing, stretching every nerve I had to listen; had no choice I did not believe the information Just had to trust imagination My heart going boom boom boom - peter gabriel >>the players: Enid:not your ordinary princess. Axel: fairy/changling Duncan:new acquaintence Xander:not a forgotten lover. Brother: to Enid. >friends readers book 1 book 2 22 "Damn, her!" He could read my mind, but maybe it was hers instead. "How could she do this? SHE KNEW you were the only hope." He paced around while my head ached. "What are you talking about?" If he could just explain to me what was going on. Perhaps I was near death.Well, I was. That could have been it. It could all be a dream. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe I'll wake up anytime now and find myself back in my old room listening for a vender just out my window selling hot cross buns. No. Didn't happen. I shut my eyes tight three times. Not a thing. He's still here pacing about like..like a wolf. Goddess, what if he turns into..into one of those Were-things? A fairy who's a werewolf? His eyes are so cold, bitter. He's so angry. I'm not sure I should trust him. I mean, I haven't had a choice, lately. What if he's really my enemy instead..instead of whatever he is. "Its a binding." There. So clearly put. I sigh and stare at him more. Maybe his teeth or changing. His brow looks a little peculair. "A what?" "Don't you remember the spell? Don't you remember anything?" He comes toward me then and grabs both sides of my face and looks into my eyes as if something is supposed to happen. It doesn't. He drops his hands away and I almost fall on my face. "I'm sorry, I don't remember." "Where's there a witch when you need one? I don't know what to do now. Its..its hopeless." How come I knew that already. All this training for nothing.
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