

December Thirty O'EightTeardrops on the roses, Feathers on the snowDecember Thirty O'Eight
from my wings As I lay dying
Frozen kisses shattered on the ground Take my heart with you When you go


ShadowsAnd they watched as the mist cleared, and the morning sun shone upon the waves. She knelt in the sand, staring out. Drifting slowly closer, wanting to touch, to feel to remember again, they waited.Shadows
And as the day moved into night, the sun slowly sliding down the sky like one last tear, she stood, and they could see that her fist, held tightly at her heart, moved slightly, and her fingers slowly opened, bloody, to reveal shards of crystal. Her hand, shaking, tipped over, spilling these bloodied fragments onto the wet sand, the tide now too far out to touch them yet and she began walking out into the waves.


Memory CandleThe candles floated on the water, small flames on open petals, haloes of light reflected on the glassy surface of the lake as the undercurrent slowly drew them out towards the small river that would flow to the sea. Few at first, small fluttering sparks gliding in the dark, soon the rest drifted down from the small inlet where the white-robed priestesses knelt on the bank of the inlet, busy setting the small votives on the large open lotus blossoms, and then setting them into the water before lighting them.Memory Candle
The night was dark and moonless, but the path that circled the lake was smooth, and her feet carried her, guided by some inn


Prologue: HelStormBjornSister .dear sister we arent banishing you we are simply adding to your education.Prologue: HelStormBjorn
Syrus sat at the head of the polished table, leaning back casually in the leather executive chair, his feral eyes focused on his sister, Ro. Her other brothers also sat around the oval conference table, and as she searched the faces surrounding her, looking for at least a small measure of support among them and found none. So, this was going to happen she was actually being shipped off to the Weavers. How boring could her life get?
From across the table, Alastor leaned in and looked at her
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I'M not locked up in here with YOU, YOU'RE locked up in here with ME-Rorschach
Well behaved women rarely make history.
If you can read this, your too close to your monitor.
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~Where am I going...and why am I in this handbasket???~
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Just because I'm paranoid, doesn't mean the whole world's not out to get me.
And, btw...yer post, lazy-butt...
I have lightbulbs to go order changing....
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~Where am I going...and why am I in this handbasket???~
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Just because I'm paranoid, doesn't mean the whole world's not out to get me.
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~Where am I going...and why am I in this handbasket???~
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