

Untitled:"The Spell of Dawn""Hush," she said. "The dawn is rising."Untitled:"The Spell of Dawn"
Ridel strained his eyes in the darkness. "I see only stars and the Mother," he said, gesturing vaguely to the full, ripe moon. "It must be hours before day's light."
"What do you know?" Lutta said with quiet, affectionate dismissal. "You are only fourteen summers. Sit yourself beside me, Ridel, and put away your flute for now."
"I'd rather be young than old like you," he grumbled, plopping into the grass beside his sister.
Lutta's eyes were closed and she smiled, her face awash in the Mother's light. "At least I'm not a rash and
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Writing is a matter of finding the appropriate balance of dinosaurs and sodomy. - Michael Swanwick
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"If we are the body,
why aren't his arms reaching?
Why aren't his hands healing?
why aren't his words teaching?
And if we are the body,
why aren't his feet going?
Why is his love not showing them there is a way?
Jesus is the way."~Casting Crowns
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*karliashi is
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