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Faerie Queen Revisited

And once again, I have been to the Queen’s chambers. Once again, we have shared our energies, and now she has offered me something new and wonderful, to quicken the Wyld in me, so that I might gain the full benefit of my heritage. 2,259 more words

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Having You Around

For all that we strive to ensure our survival through this forthcoming doom, it seems as though some may not make it. First we have Faermorn saying that she will go to the arms of the Mother, and now, I have Galyanna being most pessimistic about her chances of coming through the forthcoming troubles alive. 1,663 more words

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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

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Reunited

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

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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

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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

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