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“Excuse me please watch out for yourself!” Naeed only half-registered the words shouted at him as he hurtled into the road. A root at just the right spot hooked his foot one moment and the next he found himself sprawled at the feet of a traveler.
Read moreIt is easier than he thought to let the story spill off his tongue. In some ways, it is like dreamwalking his way through the forest. The memories that every rest drags him through rise sharply to mind—nearly to his waking vision—as he speaks them to Remara.
Read moreNaeed sits on the chilly stone ramp long after he fails to persuade Remara to talk to him. Subdued, Na’Stra sits on his lap, quietly grooming her hide and fiddling with Naeed’s fingers.
Read moreAnd that was the end of it, for a time. The new name sat in his mind as the temperature rose and life burst from every burrow, nest, and branch. The new name settled like a blanket of snow over the old one, and he came to be grateful for the replacement that covered over his old life.
Read moreGetting to Overheader’s Patch requires a lengthy walk. Half an hour takes them to the edge of Underscoop, and Alleyu tells him that another hour past it will take them to the field in question.
Read moreAs the memory ends, Naeed stirs his limbs under a hefty quilt. A sharp squeal rings out nearby, followed by the sound of small feet slapping stone.
Read moreHot, salty liquid runs over his tongue. Savory. Warm. The broth is light and flavorful. He opens his mouth a little wider.
Read moreThe air sucks moisture from every exhalation and parches his throat on each breath taken back. Naeed fingers the strap of the waterskin on his back, half as large as himself and nearly empty.
Read moreCovers: The Jews and Their Lies, Atlas Shrugged, The Glass Castle, Ori and the Will of the Wisps, and more!
Read moreI stopped praying over my food a long time ago. I didn't see the point. I didn't see any change whether I prayed over it or not, and I certainly didn't understand the words dropping by rote from my lips.
Read moreI don't think it is too much of an exaggeration to say that when Sergey and I moved to this house in Spring, we came to it the way wounded animals crawl into a burrow to lick their wounds. We each endured a blow that exploded our respective frameworks of how the world works.
Read moreCovers: Hacksaw Ridge, Jet Boss, Rose Daughter, First Lie Wins, and more!
Read moreI fell down the rabbithole and entered Wonderland. Or perhaps I have emerged from that dark, cramped rabbithole, out of the insanity and contradictions that had me lost and confused and wandering mazes for most of my life, and am seeing a wide open meadow for the first time.
Read moreBeing Bipolar 2 can have the occasional upside.
Read moreFor the last couple of weeks I've been more than a little obsessed with a rap/hip-hop song and I think that's a sign that I need to sit down and analyze its lyrics and my reaction to them.
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