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294 - I Never Want to Leave

The cheerful clatter and pretend protests of the children that they had to work sooooo hard, was like music, though music I had only heard a faint echo of in the Marble Palace, when I was pretending to be a servant boy. The servants and slaves there, in the vast kitchens, had been making the work as cheerful as they could rather than expressing true happiness.

It was also done very quickly

Note

Post 243 is now in it's proper order...as well as on the day posted... it will eventually go away from the out of place spot...but in doing so I messed up the comments.  They are all about a day ahead in a chunk from Post 234 to approx. Post 250  I'll have to work on that, but the new Post 245 I'll have to work on later.
Tah for now!

293 - Giving up Power

"I don't know if you ever read my piece about that. It was called 'Protests and Massacres' and was about why you almost never see horse costumes during Jitzmitthra." "Yes, I did. You might not believe this Minakas but I look for your stories." Chevenga's eyes were intent on me and I suddenly wanted to sink into the floor for very different reasons. It was almost too much attention.

243 - The Sword and I Talk

The sword is singing to me. The real Imperial Sword. This is madness. It is just a piece of steel! How can I be dancing a falisas with a sword?However it happens, I am dancing. It sings in my head. "I am your destiny. With me you will slaughter your own thousands..."I interrupt it. "No. I dance with you I choose not to fight with you.""Oh but if your people ask you will fight with me in

292 - People Protest as they can

I clamped my lips shut as I realized I had almost slipped up. The fessas boy I was would never have gotten past the laefetas doors. I sipped more juice. "Really?" I tried to ask as innocently as I could. "What was it like inside? I heard it was very different before the… ummm." I sputtered to a stop, not wanting to mention the sack at all. "Never mind." Skorsas looked at me indulgently.

Sad Domoctopus in Snow

I am so glad that Blue knitted JiaKlem an octoclava! He's really not happy in the frozen stuff he'd rather swim in. You should have seen him trying to figure out the frozen river! He tried chewing through it but got too cold and came up to cuddle under Ili's coat.

291 - Starving in the Midst of Plenty

There was Skorsas' self introduction and he didn't even stumble at referring to himself as Aitzas. But that would have been less than smooth or polished and he would never be either rough or umpolished. Beside him as Chevenga's oldest girl, Kima, and then her shadow sister Kila, oldest child of the couple who where the other half of Chevenga and Niku's four, Shaina and Etana. They were full

290 - Dinner Chaos

I held my breath so hard I saw spots. This was such a bad idea. "The exalted ser knows this 'un?" I managed to squeeze out. "Yes... Minakas Akam, the writer, right? That's why he invited it... he was talking about it the other day, how it's only seventeen when he thought thirties or forties for sure. Come on in." "Writer, ay ser..." Breathe! Breathe! "Thenk the gracious ser fer his rememb'rence

289 - Dinner

I made it to our rooms in Terera and collapsed backward on the bed with my arms over my head, wondering what I should do. I had felt completely safe in the library thinking… for some odd reason… that Chevenga would never go into it. But of course that was stupid. That was foolishly reacting as if he was like my father… who wouldn't have been caught in a library unless forced into one. Gannara

News update from the Gulf of Words

There will be a post tonight! Yes, indeed! On this site! The words are still flowing and I am still catching some of them.Because of a minor accident fire/explosion/sinking/mistake in the plot of another ongoing drilling project novel, our emergency crews fearless author has been called to attend to the plot-gushing environmental disaster of the century fiddly little cleanup