 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 97 There has been no time for dreaming as of late. We came upon the natives that live in the dense woods thinking they be friendly. Where have we been? They play the only game they know, hunt and kill. Some of the maidens have been taken, but me thinks they'll be useful to them in some other way. Maybe. Of course, they may wish they were dead before its over. Such sorrow pends inside me but I've been on guard for days now living on dried berries and dead roots. Brother can do so much at night. He knows not what they speak. Some forgotten language. But then again, there kind were tossed here long ago to the wolves. What can we expect? A banquet of glad tidings? It might be more than a language barrier. Brother thinks perhaps a spell might be had on their souls. To me, he thinkth to much in the dark. Or is that in daylight when the rest of us are fighting for our lives while he's deep in the ground asleep. Its a costly thing to keep an undead, alive.
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