Keep the streets empty
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Someone keep the streets empty for me. I’ll walk them with my bare feet and feel the cracks with the curling tips of my toes, scuffing my na...
Miloje
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“Dearest, speak to us, dearest.” “Yes, speak to us. The lies will fester and their humours will ferment” “Speak to us.” “Speak, dear...
Stars
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Dmitar had been dreaming again. Out his window he could still see the Palace Gigantic in the moonlight, outlined as a starless darkness agai...
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A Churlish Disregard for Decency
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Ahoy you gorbellied, bat-fowling strumpets! I found a collection of Shakespearean insults today and thought " What a marvellous d100 ta...
Bad Page
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And so a first draft is arrived at and much wisdom is gained. The major crimes as I now see them in Sons of the Bear God: The writing ...
12. Children of My Father
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Hormud heard a gabble of voices, the whisper as his words were translated, and Ostromo’s pleading before the bear throne. He ignored it al...
11. Aosoka
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They dragged Hormud though a hall draped in the same patterned cloth of the city, and came to a courtyard that was cool beneath the high r...
10. A City on the Fulgren Sea
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The moon was pale and the stars were gone. He had slept and it was almost dawn. At last the shuffle of tired feet sounded more closely in ...
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