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October 17, 2011
566 - They Hold No Business Hours
Kallijas and I were in the Verdant Imperial Garden
room having a late evening talk. It was
nearly midnight, though Kallijas was so much happier early in the morning. I was happier staying up late. He told me
that might change as I got older, but for now he would have been able to tease
me about it every morning when we trained.
Bella, who had decided that I needed a pack member present
room having a late evening talk. It was
nearly midnight, though Kallijas was so much happier early in the morning. I was happier staying up late. He told me
that might change as I got older, but for now he would have been able to tease
me about it every morning when we trained.
Bella, who had decided that I needed a pack member present
October 16, 2011
The End of Extensive Re-Writes
I believe I have fixed the wobble in the book and have slotted all the re-writes into their respective spaces.
We go onward from here!
Thanks for looping back through time with me.
We go onward from here!
Thanks for looping back through time with me.
October 14, 2011
497c - Last of Chevenga's Mahid Letter
-- Sixty Mahid means
increasing their numbers… it sounds like you are proposing some sort of
competition—how would that work, and how would it avoid the appearance of
glorifying the Mahid, since membership in their body is the prize? I don't
know yet because it is a proposal to be worked out by what Assembly wants.
Would those competitions be perpetual, so the Mahid ceases to be a family but
increasing their numbers… it sounds like you are proposing some sort of
competition—how would that work, and how would it avoid the appearance of
glorifying the Mahid, since membership in their body is the prize? I don't
know yet because it is a proposal to be worked out by what Assembly wants.
Would those competitions be perpetual, so the Mahid ceases to be a family but
October 13, 2011
497b - The First Part
I checked the daily mail
packets from Yeola-e for almost an eight-day, telling myself that it would
probably take some time for Chevenga to get back to me on this, after all, his
going asa kraiya was consuming him, as it should. That way he had a chance to stay alive. It arrived on the tenth day.
Dear Minis:
[I glanced over the family
news and personal bits to go over later, for
packets from Yeola-e for almost an eight-day, telling myself that it would
probably take some time for Chevenga to get back to me on this, after all, his
going asa kraiya was consuming him, as it should. That way he had a chance to stay alive. It arrived on the tenth day.
Dear Minis:
[I glanced over the family
news and personal bits to go over later, for
October 12, 2011
497a - Letter to Chevenga about Mahid
Dear Chevenga,
… [excerpt]
My mother was very struck by the conversation the two of you had on
election night. She and her father
talked about it and he allowed her access to the oldest of the Mahid
archives. She asked me to help when it
became clear that the unburned, unscorched pages needed translation. [I enclose my translation of the original
Mahid charter].
She… and my
… [excerpt]
My mother was very struck by the conversation the two of you had on
election night. She and her father
talked about it and he allowed her access to the oldest of the Mahid
archives. She asked me to help when it
became clear that the unburned, unscorched pages needed translation. [I enclose my translation of the original
Mahid charter].
She… and my
October 10, 2011
495c - I Require You to Speak Freely
"I have heard some sermons that preach that we
Arkans deserved not only to lose the war, but deserved the sack. Carry that idea to its logical conclusion,
then the Mahid deserved death most of all."
The sensation of grim and despairing acceptance flooded the room. Joras's face reflected the most mulish denial.
"Joras," Amitzas said mildly. "You do not agree with this assessment?"
Arkans deserved not only to lose the war, but deserved the sack. Carry that idea to its logical conclusion,
then the Mahid deserved death most of all."
The sensation of grim and despairing acceptance flooded the room. Joras's face reflected the most mulish denial.
"Joras," Amitzas said mildly. "You do not agree with this assessment?"
495c - I Require You to Speak Up
"I have heard some sermons that preach that we
Arkans deserved not only to lose the war, but deserved the sack. Carry that idea to its logical conclusion,
then the Mahid deserved death most of all."
The sensation of grim and despairing acceptance flooded the room. Joras's face reflected the most mulish denial.
"Joras," Amitzas said mildly. "You do not agree with this assessment?"
Arkans deserved not only to lose the war, but deserved the sack. Carry that idea to its logical conclusion,
then the Mahid deserved death most of all."
The sensation of grim and despairing acceptance flooded the room. Joras's face reflected the most mulish denial.
"Joras," Amitzas said mildly. "You do not agree with this assessment?"
Happy Thanksgiving!
No Post until tomorrow.
Happy Thanksgiving!
No Post until tomorrow.
No Post until tomorrow.
October 7, 2011
495b - I Cannot Be Here
Inensa raised an eyebrow and poured for him. "It
is... the half that is not mine... of your parentage... and your name in the
eyes of Arko... that I was thinking of."
He accepted the eggshell thin cup from her glove
and raised it to her with a slight smile.
She pointedly did not look at him as she poured for herself. And took another tiny cake. "You think, my son, I am being an
is... the half that is not mine... of your parentage... and your name in the
eyes of Arko... that I was thinking of."
He accepted the eggshell thin cup from her glove
and raised it to her with a slight smile.
She pointedly did not look at him as she poured for herself. And took another tiny cake. "You think, my son, I am being an
October 5, 2011
495a - A Touch More Kaf?
Minis sat in his mother's room, across from her. Between them a paper-thin tray
on small lion feet stood holding a kaf pot delicate enough
to see the dark liquid through the porcelain wall. Their cups were barely the size to allow two
thumb-ends into them.
"Thank you," Minis said, accepting one from his
mother.
"My son... have you had any thoughts on what we were saving?" She held
on small lion feet stood holding a kaf pot delicate enough
to see the dark liquid through the porcelain wall. Their cups were barely the size to allow two
thumb-ends into them.
"Thank you," Minis said, accepting one from his
mother.
"My son... have you had any thoughts on what we were saving?" She held
