LadyBrookeCelebwen

Dearest Guinevere, Merlin assures me this is the only way we can win the war. I shudder to think of how you will feel, to be painted by history as some whore who betrayed her husband, when I gave you leave of my free will to do such because our paths would part in such cruel ways. I would have those that know say that Arthur left her no illusion, so I shall tell you what will happen. Merlin is to place me in a sleep that will last until my country has need of me again. I know not when or where that will be, for countries are not defined by their borders so much as their people, as we both know. I shall rest there, in a little churchyard jus

"What do you study?" She looked up, finally locating the student staring at her. "I study the dead," she said at last. "What, like an archaeologist?" he asked. "Because you don't look like the type. You look like you'd run screaming from a skeleton." She smiled. "No, not like an archaeologist. I don't see skeletons very often. Typically I only do if one of the dead wants to take me to it and show me theirs. I study the culture of the dead and what their society is like. I am, therefore, a cultural anthropologist." "What?" the student said. "Are you ready, Cate? We just got a call from your house, and it was all static. They must be gett

"Look," Sandy said. Everyone ignored her. "Listen!" She stood on the table when she yelled. It made her feel slightly more authoritative. Finally, everyone shut up. Everyone, in this instance, referred to the ragtag group of misfits she had been given to control the festival and make sure nobody was using any real arrows this year. It included, as best as she could tell, her cousin's drunk best friend, her boyfriend's pet guinea pig, her neighbor's grandfather, and Jonathan. Jonathan was supposedly a humanoid abomination. Sandy couldn't see it, though she supposed that was the point. "What?" the grandfather said. "What did you say, Sally

Mother says that dance shoes used to be made out of leather, back before we had everything we do now. I can't imagine dancing with my feet encased in shoes of leather. It seems like it would be so hard for my feet to breathe in, and I don't want to imagine what they would smell like. My dance shoes are made of clouds, just like all the other dance shoes I've seen people use. All I do to get new shoes is go outside and call one down using the cloud machine. I need to make a new pair today, actually. Would you like to see?

Everyone knew that Miss Eloise was willing to die for anyone in town, if it was necessary. Nobody was quite sure why we were all so sure of this or why Miss Eloise was willing to do so, but it was as much a fact as the grass being green or who the mayor was. As children we would dare each other to jump over the creek right inside the forestry, which was just outside of the town limits. We thought that if we were outside of town we technically weren't anyone in town. Miss Eloise lived in the center of town, in one of those old houses every old town has. The type that is almost on the verge of falling down, with shutters that appear to just

"He won't stop following me," Elizabeth said, curling into the chair. "He's always right there, like some kind of stalker puppy. He did the same thing when he was alive." Jackie looked at her. "You know he's not really following you around. It's just your guilt making you think he is." Elizabeth shook her head, braids bouncing from side to side. She could see Zach reaching for them out of the corner of her eye. She forced herself to hold still. "He's really here," she finally said. "He won't stop following me. It's like he wants me to constantly take care of him." "That's your guilt, too. It's tell you that if you had only stayed home tha

"Mama, why can't we save everyone with the doorknob?" Jack leaned upwards, grasping the doorknob. "If we just set it to open wherever there's danger, we can save everyone." "It doesn't work like that, baby," she said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "It needs to be set to a specific place, or it'll just keep spinning between places too quickly for anyone to come through." "But if it's spinning, we just need to see a place and then we can focus on that place. We save those people, and then we go on to the next place. It could work, Mama." He twisted the doorknob, but his mother held the door shut. "It doesn't work like that." She knelt o