 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 79 I've recooperated quite a bit since being in camp. So many servants, handmaidens, heros and even henchmen. They all surprise me. What they want to know? Oh, I've told them very little. I save that for the pages of my book. How dare they savor my transistions and occurances over this time. Instead I've watched them contently with their nightly plays. What a little world they live in acting so gayly and petty, boasting their prose, thrusting about their movements. Getting their overacting jollies. Of course, my brother praises them. Some Lord he is being so generous and kind. How has he gotten by like this is a mystery to me. But I still feel lost. Such woes in me. I can't help but be meloncholy. I have nothing much to live for. I feel drained, but blood still flows through me. Was it just a dream now? My life before? Have I no powers? Will I have to sit back and be entertained with tin whistles and tubular bells and dream of a life that is not me. Not me at all, but someone's little sister who stands in the shadows repeating, "bravo...bravo."
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