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The NFE Madness round posted here! AND TWO IMPORTANT THINGS! Someone wrote a lovely Susan story for me! World Enough
And someone else wrote a story set in TSG-related verse (set during Apostolic Way) involving Peter and the rabbit he showed to Morgan in the AUish Lost in Translation I wrote. It's adorable and sad and lovely, The Rabbit of the High King
There are some other really fun stories, too, so go check them out!
I should be posting a new H&M chapter this soon. Here's a snippet.
I owe comments and thanks to many people for generous reviews. Thanks so much. I've not responded as I've been trying to finish the above chapter and as you might have read in the paper, things have been very unsettled in the area I live in. Your support has been a bright spot in a very, very dark time. A brief bit on that below.
And behind the cut a brief comment on the federal government shut down
( Brief rant against those who think our President is a foreign-born Muslim and the anti-Christ )
And someone else wrote a story set in TSG-related verse (set during Apostolic Way) involving Peter and the rabbit he showed to Morgan in the AUish Lost in Translation I wrote. It's adorable and sad and lovely, The Rabbit of the High King
There are some other really fun stories, too, so go check them out!
I should be posting a new H&M chapter this soon. Here's a snippet.
It took Pierce less than a day to wish that his sister, whom he loved and respected very much, had not come home. Three years ago, Morgan had been tense, intense, awkward, unrelenting, and even obnoxious. Her changes had been slow and beautiful. He had seen his sister grow in confidence, holding all her acumen in place, but softening her harsh and unforgiving edges. She had become more balanced and flexible. The causes were many, he knew – some combination of Jina’s support and friendship, the regard the other Narnians had for her, and King Edmund’s – well, having experienced it now himself, Pierce called it love (he had no idea what Morgan and King Edmund would call it).
It was as if all that goodness had been erased and Morgan’s interpersonal timepiece had been turned backward.
In fact, she was far worse than before.
By the second morning, Morgan reduced the cooks to tears over the coffee. She and Father had argued into the noon bell, three days running, when he told her that he was not going to take away the old accounts of hers that he had given to their two new ADs, Chase and Wells. Morgan was to train, not steal, a distinction she didn’t grasp. In a moment of impatient and immature, though very profound, insight, Morgan stomped and shouted, “I don’t like to share my things!”
It was as if all that goodness had been erased and Morgan’s interpersonal timepiece had been turned backward.
In fact, she was far worse than before.
By the second morning, Morgan reduced the cooks to tears over the coffee. She and Father had argued into the noon bell, three days running, when he told her that he was not going to take away the old accounts of hers that he had given to their two new ADs, Chase and Wells. Morgan was to train, not steal, a distinction she didn’t grasp. In a moment of impatient and immature, though very profound, insight, Morgan stomped and shouted, “I don’t like to share my things!”
I owe comments and thanks to many people for generous reviews. Thanks so much. I've not responded as I've been trying to finish the above chapter and as you might have read in the paper, things have been very unsettled in the area I live in. Your support has been a bright spot in a very, very dark time. A brief bit on that below.
And behind the cut a brief comment on the federal government shut down
( Brief rant against those who think our President is a foreign-born Muslim and the anti-Christ )
