November 3rd, 2009 § 4
It was time to write.
Tanya sat at the keyboard, facing the screen, fingers laid softly upon the home row. She could think of nothing.
What had been her last thought? How was she going to connect Nadioch and The Coming of the Dark days?
Her index fingers skated lightly in minute circles over the nubs on the F and J keys as she hung, poised on the edge of action.
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October 16th, 2009 § 4
Without speaking, she led me quickly down the corridor toward a moonlit window at the far end. A pale violet light shimmered back from the surface of her loose, voluminous clothes and we were enveloped by a hushing, rustle of sound as we moved forward.
Finally, we stopped, and she turned to face me. Her dark eyes glimmered with the intensity of spirit for which she was known so well.
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