Monthly Archives: July 2013

Neve’s Holiday

“Raesan?” Neve called even while straightening to a sit. Where was he? Usually when she woke from the trance he was slouched in the recliner, else restlessly pacing. She cocked her head the better to hear. But the house was … Continue reading

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Sir Guy’s Dragon Quest

Neve paced, trying to contain her anger at Raesan. Why had he brought her out of that scene? To her, that scene had been crucial. Guy had stated his cause. Kerrid had empathised with him; she had even told them … Continue reading

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Toli’s Tall Tales: The Boy In The Boat

Hey, Toli here, to tell you another tall tale. But being tall doesn’t mean it’s not true. See, it has to be true else we Angles, those soft southern Saxons, and even the long-bearded Lombards, we’d all be liars. And … Continue reading

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Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown. While Jill snuck away, smothering her laughter.

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Artemis of the wilderness Huntress Veiled Miss Ripper of a peeper’s limbs-Miss Bow-dressed Arch’ress Sister of the Sun-Miss Egg-born Love-torn Slayer of Orion-Miss Chaste ‘Lady of the Chase’-Miss. Artemis.

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Kerrid Speaks

“Quiet!” Zemowit called across the music and dancing, the talk and the laughter. Neve was again in Regin-yorl’s hall. But where was she in the day’s sequence? Obviously Zemowit with his entourage of Asars and high-nocked Bellinn had arrived. The … Continue reading

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Mary, Mary . . .

Mary, Mary, a lass contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver belles And cuckold swells And necklines all cut low!

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A Shoe-Dwelling Old Woman

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children, what could she do? So she went to the doctor; he asked, “Are you ill?” “No,” she replied. “I just need the Pill.”

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Old Mother Hubbard

Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard To fetch her poor doggy a bone. But when she bent down The dog came around . . . Woo! No, that’s not the version I know.

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A Mother Too Young

Ms Cox tapped the face of her wristwatch. Neve squinted at it through her rain-sodden hair. “But it’s still a minute to nine.” “And you are supposed to be ready to open that door and serve the first customer. And are you?” Neve closed … Continue reading

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