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187 - As Perfect a Plan

I'm lying on my stomach and I realize I'm not wearing anything at all. This isn't frightening at all and feels good. There's someone giving me a massage down my back, and the cool oils heat under a pair... two pairs of hands. Oh that feels so good. It feels like Definas's hands, firm and sure and not frightened of me. Not trembling with lust either. The second pair of hands... are more

186 - ...thees thoughtens are not idyll.

2nd Amitzas, once he found out, forbade me going outside alone again. Of course. But the weather is again wet, pounding across this little valley. Gannara came running this morning, to whisper to me that 2nd Joras had come back and he'd even bought another pack horse, just for the books. I went back up to the cavern opening with him and found 2nd Joras there, with a handful of Mahid already

185 - Thanks for listening, Sin

It was so dangerous in the caverns, since Ilesias would not listen about not wandering off, that Kaita tied a rope around him and tethered him to her waist. Even though he had enough play to run around her as she sat, he threw a howling tantrum that I heard, even in the new cave 2nd Amitzas had my things moved to. The first cave, with its openings, was too wet and cold during a storm and it

184 - A City Walled in Words and Pain

I knelt and watched 2nd Amitzas put Minis through Hayel again. I suppose I should say we watched him, because a lot of the time I feel like two people. There's Gannara in the middle, a little like the tender centre of an egg, but he's mostly cut off, surrounded by a barrier of Arkan, as if he were a city walled in bricks made of words and pain. And sometimes the wall's on fire. And then

183 - In the Halls of the Mountain Prince

I woke late in the day, the sun hidden by a murky layer of cloud. For the longest moment I lay, wondering that I had woken before Gannara, since he was much lighter a sleeper than I. I listened to his soft breathing and realized there was something wrong. He was holding his breath in his sleep and I rolled up on my side to look at him. His eyes were clenched tight, his breath, when he let

182 - First Kurkas's Bridge

"My guardian." I'd gone over after I'd sat for a bit, to where 2nd Amitzas sat, cross-legged, on the ground, reading the Holy Book, by the light of a pin-hole lantern. My eyes were so dark adjusted it seemed very bright to me. He pulled the ribbon from the back of the book and closed it carefully before looking up. Even if I did not believe that Chevenga would get killed, Ailadas's

181 - One May Only Speculate

If you succeed in killing Chevenga, I am going to try very hard not to hate you and kill you in turn. You are doing your duty and right now I have to pretend what 2nd Amitzas wants, I want. You sons of bitches. The whole household was ready to move out, waiting at dusk. Waiting for me to send off the eight Mahid who might be the saviours of the Empire, as far as they understood. The

180 - Killing the Usurper of your Throne

The tiny little room where 2nd Amitzas waited for me had, at one time, been a smoking room. I found myself suddenly craving a katzerik though I had not had one in months. I could imagine the fragrant smoke coiling up and thought of Mil Maren sitting with his feet up, blowing smoke rings at the plaster ceiling rose. Rest he in Celestialis. I pulled my attention back to 2nd Amitzas, sitting

179 - Mahid roses, Fire Sparks and Ferns

I got through the dinner and the dancing afterward and was startled by how strong Kyriala's grip was when the minuet called for us to take hands. I looked at her and felt myself blushing and feeling better because I thought her smile was encouraging. Heartening even. "Spark of the Sun's Ray," she said softly as if complementing me on my dancing. "I'm glad you're all right." The music

Tomorrow's Post

This if for the refreshmana's...I'm sorry that I'm not so far ahead as I'd like to be. Tomorrow's post will be up later tomorrow afternoon rather than around 1 a.m or so... my apolgies.I currently have the SDS (siamese demolition squad) on me. One curled against each hip and the third in my lap... they won't let me up so I'll have to write!