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Kiss from a Rose

Mother was fond of her roses. She spent many hours in the garden, tending them. I would sometimes help her with things like dead-heading, trimming, and of course, feeding them. 1,991 more words



As Mr Dickens put it – “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” On the one hand, I helped to reunite Faermorn and Valene, which was a great joy, and I was privileged to be part of that, but on the downside, Faermorn made it sound like a farewell, saying she was soon to join with the Mother, which sounded to me as if she was going to depart for the west, or whatever it is that the fae do instead of dying. 1,993 more words


Going Back

The more I think about this new-found freedom of mine, the more I wonder about the difficulties it entails and the responsibilities attached. Each time I think about it, it seems that there are more and more rules that would have to be followed to avoid setting up some paradox that could break me, or the world. 2,270 more words


Take Me Back to New Orleans

I have never really considered paradox as a quantifiable thing. I know about paradoxes, obviously. Old Man Matterson, back at ‘The Math’ was fond of wasting half our Greek lessons debating such things as Zeno’s Paradox and the Epimenides Paradox. 2,042 more words

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Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade

I have never been captured by a sea-monster. I had never even seen a sea-monster until recently, despite all my years at sea. Being thrown overboard and having a crewmate attempt to duck me while wearing a canvas monster’s head (the welcoming tradition on my first ship) doesn’t count. 2,288 more words


Dance with the Devil

It is said that a good judge of a man is the quality of his enemies. If so, then I am very impressed with Madam Vedis, having discovered the identity of the gentleman in red that I observed while she and Maric were setting up the portal. 1,431 more words


Blood and Roses

I have often wondered why so much of the village is covered in roses, when we could be growing things that are edible. I have also long accused them of being vicious little bastards that were just a little too keen on snagging any exposed bits of flesh if you were not careful walking through them. 2,536 more words