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Truant

 

The feeling of grass between her bare toes encouraged the young girl to run across the sunlit meadow, laughing for the sheer joy of being alive.

The black-clad child hunter watched her from beneath his woollen cowl and smiled thinly. The girl would be an easy capture, he thought, and would suffer greatly for her truancy and the pleasure she was feeling now. The equally dark-clothed woman at his side exuded menace and gloating pleasure in about equal parts. He placed an admonitory hand on he...

Fantastical

Wednesday Writers welcomes India Emerald

The Book Boyfriend

“He used books to spell out a proposal?!” Megan swooned. “That’s soooo romantic. Tell me you said yes!” Liberty rubbed her temples, in dismay. She knew telling Megan about it would be a mistake, they only sat together in English class twice a week. It wasn’t like they were friends, more like “friends” in the social media sense. Megan clearly hadn’t listened to a word she’d said. Liberty shook her head.

“I SAID he was a book boyfriend, you know, not real.” She waved a copy o...

A Bite of India Emerald

Question one:

A nice cup of tea or a cocktail? And why…
A cup of tea (Earl Grey, hot) for two reasons, 1 – Captain Picard and 2 – tea lasts longer because I went off it when I was pregnant and never got back the taste for it. I can make a cup of tea last a good hour, it doesn’t matter if it’s cold. Plus, the brand I can get over here (in Germany) is called Admiral Nelson and makes me chuckle when I buy it!

Question two:

When was the last time you did something naughty and what was it?
Eatin...

The Winter Queen

Our king summoned us on his great crusade to bring right to the northern world, and to avenge his brother foully slain by the treasonous Slavs. We followed him with glad hearts and high courage, willing to endure the vicissitudes of war to serve our beloved homeland. But we found little glory and much pain. By the time we had crossed the harsh steppes of Slavia, and reached the border of Wolfland, many of us had died, many of us had run away, and most of those left were sorely afraid. There w...

On growing old

Monday Meme

The Things In Jim’s Kitchen

“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“You awake?”
“Yeah.”
“‘Time is it?”
“3:00. How do I look?”
“Black. You always look black. I always look black. We look a lot alike, you and me.”
“Yeah, true that. So, how you been? What’d you do all day?”
“I was hidin’ all day, fool, same as you.”
“Yeah. I seen you.”
“You seen me?”
“Uh huh. Crouchin’ down behind the refrigerator. You never get yourself completely hid, you know.”
“Lucky HE didn’t see me, huh? So, if y’all could still see me, how come...

A bite of… Dwayne Fry

Today we are talking to Dwayne Fry, author and all-round good guy

Question 1: A lot of your writing has a dark side. Would you say that comes from a dark place inside you or is it purely fictional?

It’s not fictional. I write about life, the way I see it. Some of it
is light, some of it is dark. There are some lovely and wonderful things about this world, but there’s some horrible things, too. Good writing needs conflict and the characters need to be challenged and put to tests or the reader...

Five Golden Stars from Laurette Long!

They certainly got up to some hanky-panky in the good old days of the Roman Empire. Or should that be in the good new days of the Roman Empire? What if it the Ancient world hadn’t collapsed in the fifth century? What if Attila the Hun and his minions had failed to drive the Romans out of western Europe, allowing them to rule uninterrupted for two thousand years, their patrician sandal-clad foot placed firmly on the neck of the inferior Britons?

‘Dying to be Roman’ opens with someone, er, dyin...

Five Golden Stars from Lorette Long!

They certainly got up to some hanky-panky in the good old days of the Roman Empire. Or should that be in the good new days of the Roman Empire? What if it the Ancient world hadn’t collapsed in the fifth century? What if Attila the Hun and his minions had failed to drive the Romans out of western Europe, allowing them to rule uninterrupted for two thousand years, their patrician sandal-clad foot placed firmly on the neck of the inferior Britons?

‘Dying to be Roman’ opens with someone, er, dyin...