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85 - Aitza, We Dare Not

Slavery diminishes everyone. I could hear his voice in my head. He'd said it more than once. It not only devalues the worth of the person owned, but belittles the person owning them. Father's frantic need to own and control Shefenkas was shrinking Him smaller and meaner all the time. I looked at Him, suddenly surprised I couldn't see the rot inside. I kept quiet hoping to fade into the

Thank you and hurrah!

A big thank you to the person who donated such a chunk to the cause!Tonight's post was shortened because I was up so early to actually hang glide off the back of a boat.Given that fact that hang-gliders are a part of this world - my invention - it is about time I found out in my bones what it is to fly, unpowered.Even though words fail me... I will be posting on my personal blog... look down the

84 - The Replacements

Amitzas didn't cry out when I broke those fingers, but burst out all over flushed and sweat. It is craziness. I wanted to thank him for being good to Shefenkas. I wanted to hurt him for having tortured him in the first place. I felt sorry for him being in the position he was. All at the same time. And the pain seemed to steady him in a strange kind of way. Mahid. Payment for sins in pain...

Announcing the first ever Eclipse Court Contest

In an effort to stimulate commentary on the blook I will be 'tuckerizing' people in the novel.For every tenth comment, and by comment I mean more than 'Oh Wow!' or 'ooooh', I will be placing people into the text as spear carriers, servants, Mahid victims, exotic slaves or anything else needed!For the Fiftieth and Hundreth comments I will place the commentees into the story as characters. Names

83 I punish First Amitzas

I strolled along behind Meras, who dragged an unresisting Amitzas as if he were any victim, rather than one of his own. As first of the Mahid, he was exceptional, apparently perfectly able to ignore Father battering another of his family to death behind us. Outside I was the same nasty boy I'd become over the last little while. Inside I was in a sweat and a roil. How was this possible? How

82 - Mahid you FAILED

Warning: Graphic content:______________________________I spent a lot more time with Father, rather than Him summoning me, I was with Him more and He could just look up and have me there, at hand. I just joined the crowd of hangers-on and became part of the crowd. They all gave me space in the midst of the crowd, though. I was like a darkened ember floating on the sea of glitter. More

Cradled in the hand of the Wind

In a much better space than Minis is right now... I have just posted the hang gliding experience on my personal blog - with pictures and a video. www.shirleymeier.blogspot.com. Or you can just go down to the link from EC.Oh man, I have the bug bad. Forget some of the necessary self -help courses... I need to learn this instead.On a mundane note... I can cross this one off my life list! But

81 - Math vs Geography Bloody Redux

I sat back down on the banister as Father waved at me, indicating I should. "So what did you have in mind, my miniature?""I... had not yet decided, Ilustrious Sire. Last time... last time, I had the two boys fight in the Faibalitz bowl. Bloody noses and broken arms. One was designated Mathematics and the other... another subject, I forget. The one that won... I would study that day."He

81B - End Bloody Redux

I had to make them fight. Father would do something worse if I didn't show him I was like him. "Flogging rounds then," I said. One of the junior Mahid ran off while they lay on their faces, arms wrapped around their heads. They were in Hayel. I knew that. I waited, chin on my fists, elbows on my knees. "My son. Even in the face of damnation, did you see? They chose to be disobedient,

81 - Math vs Geography Bloody Redux

I sat back down on the banister as Father waved at me, indicating I should. "So what did you have in mind, my miniature?" "I... had not yet decided, Ilustrious Sire. Last time... last time, I had the two boys fight in the Faibalitz bowl. Bloody noses and broken arms. One was designated Mathematics and the other... another subject, I forget. The one that won... I would study that day." He