 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 30 I saw him. It was an accident. Well, maybe it wasn't. I had a feeling where to find him. Down in the ground. A place where he should be free but he wasn't. It was in the tree where the old witch lives. She guards him there. I have a feeling they just gave him to her after he was captured. They want him dead and she has him in a cage like she's waiting for him to ripe so she can eat him. Its hard to tell the smoke from the steam there. Something wretched is in the air. It could be him. For the first time, I really noticed his fine butterfly wings, they look so helpless now. All dried up and flaking. He won't move. His body is so still. He's shut down. Not even a quiver of hope. What has he gotten us in to? I can't talk my way out of this. I can't. I'm afraid. How can things go from bad to worse? Its just not right. The goddess should be on my side. Not against me. I've watched the old hag all day from a distance. She's so lifely at night with her hate stirring in her concoctions. Not at all what I expected. This seems like such a place of beauty and understanding and hope and love. No, no I was wrong about that. I was wrong. But somehow I must remain determained.
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