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 Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 3:22 pm
Incarnates of Heaven: The Road to Gaia is pending release until sometime in late August. I'll announce the exact dates as I become aware of them. Until then, here I will be posting a few chapter samples for everyone's amusement smile It's a copy/paste from the edited PDF version, so it might look a little quirky here.
Feel free to leave feedback.
Updated cover is posted below.
She was never far from home these days, just as her father
asked.
Aerin was deep in the woods of Gorin, along with her
mother beside the White River.
They were near a waterfall, which was among their most
favorite places to spend time together.
Aerin was not a Dragon, and neither was she Dragoon.
Moving here after the death of her planet, Kauron had now become
her home. Just as the Kristics, she closely resembled a
Human girl in her mid to late teens.
Adopted in secret by Pracksus and Grace near the end of
the Dawning War, she had since become their most beloved.
Like many other Eneyans, Aerin’s life force was drawn
from her essence. After her arrival on Kauron, she’d used her
suri to heal the sick from a plague that ravaged the surrounding
lands. At the end of the war, the Moirne plague had taken almost
as many lives as the war itself.
The war, based on the feuds of the segregated clans, was
ended by Aerin’s hand. Tending to the injured and sick under
Pracksus’ command, she took it upon herself to restore the life
of a captive red Dragon. The Dragon then returned to its brood
with the story of a girl, a girl that could heal.
With the need for peace rising on both sides, a truce was
formed. The Ruby Empire withdrew its forces from the north.
The lands were then equally divided. The Dragons of earth,
wind, and water remained in the north, along with their counterparts,
the gray and white Dragons of light and mist. The
Ruby Empire occupied the southern rainforest of Koshal as
well as the surrounding lands with the Emeralds of Valsire.
Lastly, as a condition, Aerin’s essence was used to heal their
Dragons as well, particularly the elders who had become infected
with the plague.
It was shortly thereafter when Aerin became ill. She had
overused her healing ability to such an extent that her very essence
began to wither.
Desperate to save the life of the girl who had saved so
many of their own, Pracksus called to the stars for Elzra, the
girl’s previous master and mentor.
Since Elzra arrived, she helped them take care of the girl,
teaching them about the forces of Eneyas as well as its lesser
essences, the stars which continued to wield their power.
Even knowing her potential fate soon to come, Aerin’s
spirit remained.
Standing next to the river fed by the falls, she basked in the
blanket of light that cast itself from above. Her brown leather
dress, worn to her ankles, was simple and clean, her dark, blue
hair waving in strands that danced on her shoulders. Her skin
and face were pale, her eyes gleaming subtle blue radiance,
cast across the river in thoughtful poise.
Behind her sat Grace, a Benevolis Gray. As most female
Dragons went, she was much smaller than her male counterparts.
The two took care of one another, although now her charge
involved mostly the caretaking and watch of their adopted
child.
Grace’s smooth, gray skin almost blended her into the
rocks where she lay, with only the gentle blue glow of her eyes
to reveal her.
She shared in Aerin’s peaceful enjoyment of the water, the
both of them watching still.
“What do you see?” Grace asked curiously.
Aerin remained quiet a moment longer, shifting in place
from right to left. “In the water . . . I almost look like a Dragoon.”
Grace stood up from her rest, coming alongside her in close
review.
The waters afoot ran quickly in churning swirls, twisting
every reflection cast upon them.
“And now,” Aerin smiled, “we almost look the same.”
Grace looked deeper, but as their reflections shifted and
churned, all she could still see clearly was the subtle glow of
their eyes.
“Father said he would come today,” Aerin said softly.
“He’ll come,” Grace assured her, lifting her long neck toward
the sunlit canopy above.
Aerin bent down, running her hands through the water—
she’d always enjoyed the feeling of the water streaming
through her fingers.
Lifting her hands, she stood, her cupped right hand still retaining
a pool of water. Turning over her hand, the water fell,
droplets of it freezing in place one after another.
Carefully, she manifested the slightest force of her power,
holding the water in midair, the largest of the droplets now surrounded
where the smaller ones circled like planets to a star.
Grace saw the light, looking down at what Aerin had done,
her hand still held closely as to guide the water’s form. “Please,
don’t.”
With reluctant pause, Aerin slowly clasped her hand, the
droplets of water falling back into the river.
“Your life is too precious to waste.”
Aerin lowered her eyes heavily, “It didn’t hurt.”
“That’s not to say next time that it won’t,” Grace turned her
long neck to look at her. “You know what Elzra has warned.
When it hurts, then it will already be too late,” she nudged
Aerin’s brow. “And I don’t want to lose you any sooner than I
have to.”
Aerin nuzzled against her mother’s jaw, petting her leathery
hide, “You worry too much.”
“I’m your mother,” Grace reminded her. “I’m supposed to
worry.”
As she spoke, Aerin noticed something wedged further
back along her lower jaw. “I think you have something stuck in
your teeth.”
Grace opened her mouth wide as Aerin looked in to investigate,
discovering two chunks of meat that were wedged between
her intermediate molars.
“This might take a minute,” Aerin attempted to pull the
chunks of meat free by hand, but found them rooted deeply in
place.
As she looked around, she found a piece of wood and tried
again to pry them out, but all they did was slide against the
salivated flesh where she could hardly pry beneath.
From the trees approached a Dragoon donned in silverplated
armor, his skin of iron gray. He stood just over two meters,
his body scar-hardened and strong. The blue of his eyes
narrowed as he witnessed the situation, soon realizing just what
the two were up to.
Aerin heard him coming and looked his way. “Ash,” she
smiled. “Think you could give us a hand?”
The Dragoon, armed with a wide variety of blades, reached
for a small dagger at his side. “You know, Lady Grace, Aerin
might get out of hand every now and then, but I hardly think
she deserves to be eaten.”
Aerin glared with her hands on her hips. She made an effort
not to laugh, “Mom would never do that.”
Grace opened her jaw toward the Dragoon, allowing him
ample room to work.
Using the dagger to pick at the meat, Ash used his claws to
guide it, slowly pulling one chunk free and then the other.
Ash sheathed his knife, tossing the chunks of meat into his
mouth.
Aerin eyed him a bit morbidly, but from him, she should
have expected as much.
Grace snapped her jaw twice, washing her mouth with her
tongue as she moved to drink from the river.
Ash looked thoughtful, his eyes wandering as if to draw a
conclusion. “Lady Grace,” his words were robust with enthusiasm,
“is this from today? It’s pretty good.”
“Actually,” Grace replied, “I think that was from a few
days ago, or . . . maybe it was last week.”
Aerin shook her head with a hopeless glance as Ash continued
chewing delightfully.
“Oh, where are my manners?” Ash pulled a piece of the
meat from his mouth and offered it to Aerin, “Pretty well
cured, I’d say.”
“It’s all yours,” Aerin grimaced. How he could eat it was
beyond her.
“Well,” Ash swallowed, “I just want you two to know that
I’ve secured the area.”
“Thank you,” Grace smiled.
Ash took himself back toward the trees where he would
continue his watch.
“He never does let up; does he?” Aerin observed.
“That’s why your father chose him,” Grace looked on.
“He was a good choice,” Aerin agreed. “He talks a little
funny, but I like him.”
“As do I,” Grace observed.
“He’s from the northern tribe; isn‘t he?”
“That’s right.”
Aerin looked thoughtful, “Weren’t they wiped out . . . by
the Reds?”
“Most of them,” Grace nodded, “but I don’t suggest talking
about it with him. His family was killed during the attack. I
don’t think he’ll ever forgive them.”
“I think I’ll go give him some company,” Aerin made her
way to follow where the Dragoon remained in sight.
“Be careful,” Grace called, “and don’t go too far.”
Aerin caught up to him shortly, slowing to an equal stride.
Ash considered her presence with a moment’s regard, “You
should stay with your mother.”
“I’m entitled to walk,” Aerin smiled. “It’s not like I’m getting
old or anything.”
Ash looked up the approaching hill, tilting his spear to his
side. He paused there briefly before turning to make his way
south, “It’s my job.”
“So it’s just a job?”
“Well, it’s more than that,” he answered, “but that’s one
way of putting it.” He almost came off agitated but gave her a
healthy smile to counter the impression. They were moving up
another hill, this one toward a cliff not far ahead.
Reaching it, they looked over the mist-infused valley below.
No matter how many times she saw it, Hockrin Thor
looked as beautiful as ever. It was almost the season of the fall,
the gentle glow of the orange sun cast over the forest, rivers,
and lakes.
“This,” Ash motioned with his spear toward the view, “is a
pretty good reason.”
“And what are the other reasons?”
“Hope, maybe.”
“So you do you enjoy being a guardian?”
“That I do,” Ash straightened himself, his spear held
steady. “At least, it’s a lot better than picking weeds and carrying
wood.”
“I like the way you think,” she smiled, and then followed it
shortly with a laugh.
“Then what’s so funny?”
“You sound funny when you talk,” she toyed her foot
against a rock, “not that I mind.”
“So,” Ash said thoughtfully, “what makes you stay here?”
“Good company is a start,” Aerin said blithely. “But, without
any other place to call home, this was the next best choice.”
“Your world was destroyed by its own people,” Ash said
reflectively.
“Unfortunately.”
“I understand why others might compete for territory,” Ash
shook himself, “but to destroy an entire world—that I do not
understand.”
“Greed had a hand in it.”
“Humans and greed. Kristics too. I can’t say how often I
hear those words together. I mean, when you have all that you
need, why take more?”
“I wish I could answer that,” Aerin shrugged, “but I honestly
don’t know. Fear, maybe.”
“Care to follow me as I finish my rounds?” Ash made toward
the forest behind them, “seeing as how you enjoy my
company so much.”
“Sure,” Aerin caught up to him. “I could probably show
you a thing or two about this place.”
Ash laughed heartily, “By all means.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 3:38 pm
Dilune Forest, Trenain City Limits
Richter was seated along the side of the transport, a buslike
vessel that traversed nearly half of the city before reaching
its limits. Trenain’s massive skyscrapers dwarfed the lesser
structures of the industrial district. It reminded him of home,
though much darker in contrast. The shuttle tilted, passing over
the outer market then on to the commons where the last of the
city met with the forest and park of Dilune.
It was here they’d agreed to meet, gate five.
As the shuttle descended, Richter made his way toward the
exit, the doors opening swiftly with a rush of fresh, clean air
washing over him. It’d been so long since he’d breathed natural
air, and the difference over the years became more and more
noticeable.
He got off with two others that made their way toward a
small square station ahead, but he didn’t need to go any further.
The road where he stood split three ways, two of which led
back into the city. The third shot straight ahead of him into the
outskirts of the park.
Looking at his watch, he realized he was almost half an
hour early. Better than being late.
Behind him, the transport took off, resuming its route
throughout the city.
This was the right place, so he didn’t want to go too far. At
least he was away from the ship. The odds of seeing anyone he
knew were slim. He’d even managed to ditch Caleb. Normally
he wouldn’t mind, but this was too important to be fooling
around, at least for him.
I wonder what she thinks about all this.
Coming upon a small, wooden bench, he sat down. Zen
was going to Kristia after this, and he knew that he probably
wasn’t going to see her again. There wasn’t really anything he
could do about it. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.
“Hello, Richter Etrenank.”
The voice half startled him. Looking toward her strangely,
he remembered who she was.
“Sefira . . . what are you doing here?”
“Just tagging along, but I’m also here to make sure you
don’t try anything unwarranted.”
“I wasn’t intending to.”
“All right,” Sefira sat down beside him. “So explain it to
me then, if you don’t mind. Why are you interested in Zen?”
“She’s an interesting person,” Richter said simply.
“But that’s not the only reason,” Sefira eyed him, folding
her arms.
Richter felt the weight of her eyes looking back. She definitely
knew, so trying to hide it would probably do more harm
than good. “Listen,” he said flatly, “if you’re worried about it,
the chances of us seeing each other again are slim to none.”
“That bothers you,” Sefira observed. “So, why a Kristic
anyway? I mean, you look healthy, and you seem to have a decent
career. There are probably a lot of Human women out
there who would be more than happy to have you.”
“Even if there were,” Richter answered, “it wouldn’t matter.”
Sefira looked at him curiously, noting a subtle, yet fervent
expression, “Oh, really?”
“Did you come here to make me change my mind?” Richter
glared. “Did you come here to tell me to back off? What have I
done wrong? I only asked to see her again. It’s not even a
date.”
“Hmm,” Sefira kicked her legs, one over the other. “Don’t
get me wrong; she’s my partner. It’s not only my job, but it’s
my responsibility to look out for her. When I heard you were
interested, I thought you might be a creep or something, and I
haven’t let go of the idea just yet. You see, Zen’s open–
minded, and she’s also curious. She can be a little naïve when
dealing with others, and that’s just the thing. The both of us
haven’t dealt with Humans very much. As a counterbalance to
her studying the good side of people, I’ve been studying the
darker side of Human behavior. Needless to say,” she held her
hands out to her sides, “there’s a lot to look out for.”
“So you think I’m a creep?”
“Actually,” Sefira shifted in place, “stalker was the term
that came to mind. Of course, she disagreed, but I figured I
owed it to her to look into it.”
Richter shook his head, “I give you my word. I won’t do
anything to hurt or upset her. That’s not what this is about.”
“Then what is it about?”
“I just want to get to know her,” Richter said sincerely. “I
can’t say why, but I feel drawn to her. Everything about her is
just so–”
“Interesting?” Sefira finished.
“Well,” Richter sighed, “a bit more than that. I’m sorry if
that bothers you.”
“Tell you what,” Sefira said with an air of appeal. “I don’t
think my coming along will be much good for either of us. Try
anything stupid, and I’ll have your head. Otherwise you two
can go ahead and have a blast. I’m pretty sure she’ll enjoy it
anyway.”
“Thanks,” Richter said dryly.
Sefira stood up, walking past him. She stopped just as her
shadow was cast over him, allowing an icy chill to form from
her essence toward him.
Richter suddenly shivered, unaware that it was her intention.
“But if you turn out to be a creep, Richter Etrenank,” Sefira
glared, “you’ll pay for it dearly. And that’s my promise to
you.” She smiled, striding off into the forest.
Richter was glad to be alone, but now his feelings were
even more complicated. Maybe it’s best if I just go away and
forget all about it. But even as he rested his head into his
hands, he knew he couldn’t. For better or for worse, he was
going to make the most of it.
Another shuttle arrived and Richter became anxious.
The transport landed on the designated pad, opening its
doors. A handful of persons emerged. Among them, Zen stood
out like the sun breaking the afternoon clouds. At least, it
seemed as much to him.
Zen’s eyes panned only for a moment, finding him where
he stood.
Richter smiled, but he tried to tone down his excitement.
His heart was already racing enough as it was.
She still wore the same white dress, clean and bright as
ever. At least it looked the same. Looking at her, Richter
couldn’t help but wonder why or how.
“Good afternoon,” she smiled in front of him.
“How are you?” Richter asked.
“I’m fine,” her expression remained, gesturing ahead.
“Shall we then?”
Richter nodded, walking alongside her as they made their
way into the park.
“I was hoping to get out like this,” Zen told him. “I was actually
glad when you called about it.”
Pausing, Zen looked around. “Sefira said she’d be waiting
for us.”
“Oh. She was here,” Richter explained, “but she said she’d
leave us alone.”
“Did she tell you why?”
Richter made a sour expression, “She’s worried I might be
up to no good.”
“Yeah,” Zen continued the path ahead of them. “She worries.
We tend to do that for each other.”
“It’s no problem,” Richter added. “I understand. I’m actually
glad you have someone looking out for you like that.”
“Well,” Zen said pleasantly, “at least it seems you’re feeling
better.”
Richter gestured her dress, “I noticed. Do you wear that all
the time?”
“It’s not absorbent like most fabrics,” Zen answered. “Of
course, I rinse it with my daily bath.”
“Do you have any other clothes?”
“Some,” Zen nodded, “but they’re not quite as resilient, at
least not against Axephulum.”
Richter took a bend toward the lake. For a few moments,
they shared only in the silence of each other’s company.
It was only when Zen stopped by the water, leaning down
to reach into it, that the silence was broken.
Richter found himself looking down at her, longing for
something, to be closer, to be anything she needed. But then
again, what does a Kristic need from a Human?
Zen continued down the path ahead, “Was there something
in particular you wanted to do?”
“I hadn’t made any specific plans,” Richter admitted.
“Wherever we go—whatever we do—is fine by me.”
“And how long do you have?”
“All night.”
“That’s good. You probably needed the break.”
“Need, no; want, yes.”
“And you could have done any number of things,” Zen
added, “but you asked to spend your time with me.”
“Well, if it’s all right with you, I’d like to know more about
you.”
“That’s fine,” Zen nodded.
Richter considered his current situation. Why do I keep feeling
like this anyway? Will it go away, or. . . . will I just have to
deal with it?
Zen glanced long enough to interpret his thoughtful expression.
She knew how he felt, and she also knew how to relieve
at least some of his stress, and it was a safe measure all the
same. Reaching out, she took his hand.
Richter’s heart went from racing to feeling like it was about
to freeze in place, but moments later he felt an overwhelming
calm. He realized that this is why she did it. Just like her and
Caleb both had told him, Kristics were very open in regards to
friendship, and maybe this was why, to keep tensions low. At
any rate, he just accepted it.
“There’s one thing I like about other worlds that Kristia
doesn’t have,” Zen announced.
“And what’s that?”
Zen made a series of brief gestures, “The forests. We have
mountains, rivers, lakes, and such, but our trees aren’t near as
many . . . one here, one there.”
“I’ve seen pictures,” Richter replied. “Kristia is made up
mostly of different crystals, right?”
“And minerals.”
“I guess that’s the beauty of it.” Richter appeared thoughtful
once more, “Zen, what would you say is the most beautiful
thing you’ve ever seen?”
“Wow,” Zen said softly, contemplating. “There’s a question
with broad spectrum.” She paused for a moment, filtering
her choices, “The recession of neutrons in a dying star.”
Her answer caught Richter off guard.
“Just kidding,” she tilted her head. “I once asked someone a
similar question, and that’s the answer he gave me.” She reaffirmed
her grip on his hand, “But to answer your question, I’d
have to say birth. The genesis of life in all forms is simply
without comparison.”
“You’re a full Kristic, right?”
“That’s right,” she explained. “By measure of the value between
our kanni and suri, the latter being the measure of our
essence.”
“I think I understand,” Richter told her. “We have a similar
measure for determining bloodlines.”
Zen eyed him, “And what do you find most beautiful, Richter
Etrenank?”
He looked ahead, thoughtful and calm, “Stars—they’re full
of surprises.”
Zen became thoughtfully engaged with the environment,
but in Richter’s case, he hadn’t come as much for the scenery.
He’d come for her, and it was enough to be alongside her.
So far, only other Humans had passed by, many issuing
brief glances both strange and curious. It wasn’t common that
Kristics and Humans were paired outside official business.
Not far aside was a lagoon, hidden almost entirely from
sight. Zen noticed it, and with a brief gesture, she led Richter
toward the tall, grassy opening that revealed its presence.
Above, the tall trees loomed to form the canopy, their greenery
drooping long from above. Among them, light still managed its
way in, spreading from the water nearby to the bank that enclosed
it.
“This is a nice place,” Zen glowed with interest.
Richter surveyed the area. It was quiet and relatively secluded.
“I can only imagine how much life there is in a place like
this,” Zen stood still along the bank.
“Quite a bit, I’d imagine,” Richter concurred.
“Mind if we sit here a while?” Zen looked up to him, her
eyes gleaming soft.
Richter nodded, settling himself on the grassy surface. Zen
sat down beside him, toying with a blade of grass between her
fingers.
“Richter,” Zen said tentatively. “The last thing I want to do
is hurt you or cause you pain. So I’d like to know what you
think about this, about us being friends.”
“Value doesn’t quite sum it up right. I know your people—
at least the civilians—have common relationships that border
on what we might call intimate. As far as us being friends, as
close as we can be, I’d be happy with that.”
“Is that really how you feel about it?”
“Yes.”
“Then,” Zen said carefully, “do you mind if I sit closer?”
“Not at all.”
Zen laid herself sideways over his thighs, resting her arms
loosely into the grass alongside him.
Richter felt a tingling sensation, but managed to keep himself
in check. He could see the corners of her eyes, looking out
over the water, then to the grass and between the two of them.
“Thanks for coming with me today,” Zen said quietly. “I
know you asked me, but I’m still grateful.”
“It’s no problem.” Several responses jarred in his head, but
in a state of ambivalence, it was the best he could do.
“You know,” Zen began, “Sefira keeps asking why I even
bother with you.”
“And why do you ‘bother’ with me?”
“Before we joined the Protectorate, we weren’t really allowed
to spend a lot of time with others. Schooling was relatively
strict. Later, when I met Sefira, we were partnered, and
we spent a lot of time together. That’s pretty much how we
bonded. Since joining as an operative, I don’t have the same
restrictions I used to, but now I never have the time. You, well,
you sort of became an opportunity for me.”
“An opportunity?”
“Circumstances provided,” Zen smiled. “If you weren’t so
well behaved, it wouldn’t have gone this far. You’re good
company, I suppose.”
“Well,” Richter said plainly, “I’m glad you think so.”
Zen laughed, “I do. Now I never did buy much into this
personal restriction garbage. If people want to talk, they should
talk. If they want to hold each other, they should hold each
other. The only difference is romance, but even that’s just an
idea really.”
“How do you mean?”
“Think about it,” Zen continued. “The lines are drawn on
activities when two beings, or people, come together exclusively
in difference to others. Take the act of kissing for example.
Humans and Kristics both share the belief that kissing is
reserved for people you feel deep affection toward and that different
types of kissing relate to how you feel about that person.
It’s almost like art.”
“Art,” Richter inquired.
“Art is defined,” Zen answered. “But, it’s also open to interpretation.”
“That’s one way to put it, I suppose.”
“When a thing is done between two people, it is perceived
by the first person, then the second, and then by others consisting
of the outside perspective. All of these people may have a
different interpretation of the same, single act. I think that’s
why it’s so important for people to agree on things.”
“Sounds like you’ve looked pretty far into it,” Richter
commented.
“Actually,” Zen replied, “along with good communication,
it helps prevent a number of problems.” She thumbed his leg,
stirring a reaction.
Richter jolted, “Hey now.”
“What did that feel like?” Zen asked mischievously.
“It tickled,” Richter answered tensely.
Zen pushed herself up, looking into his eyes, “I thought as
much.”
Richter shifted a hand in retreat.
“You’re tense,” she told him, digging her fingers into his
side. She knew exactly where to go.
Forced to the ground, Richter laughed helplessly into a
sprawl. He pushed and wiggled, but she was adamantly in
place. Even as fluid as her every motion was, however seemingly
frail, he couldn’t stop her.
“That’s not fair!” he struggled, laughing into a cough.
“We’re at war,” Zen teased. “Nothing is fair in war now; is
it?”
“Why,” he laughed, “why are you doing . . . this?”
Zen relented, easing her hands from his sides to his chest,
her legs cinched to his hips where she held him pinned.
Richter heaved, catching his breath with a long look into
her eyes. He couldn’t help but smile, and the sense of overall
relief was comforting. In that brief moment, the majority of his
stress simply diminished.
Rolling off to his side, Zen lay upon the grass, gazing toward
the bright blue sky. Above, clouds rolled to offer brief
moments of shade, passing as the sun made its return warmly
upon them.
Laughing, Richter shook his head, “What inspired that?”
“You needed it.”
“I did?”
“Yes, you did.”
“Maybe,” Richter sighed, relaxed.
“So,” Zen rolled her head toward him, “no revenge?”
Richter glared at her, “As if. You’re practically impervious.”
“How do you know?” Zen smiled.
He sensed the lure in her tone, and it was all the permission
he needed. She could have gotten away from him. He was sure
of that much, but she didn’t. Maybe she wanted to play fair after
all.
Rolling himself over her, he asserted himself firmly.
Zen lay as if helpless, smiling with a laugh.
Richter shook his head, poking at her sides. Her body felt
more firm than a Human’s, but still soft to the touch. Shortly,
he felt embarrassed for even trying, his face blushing red.
“Well there you have it, impervious.”
“I’m not impervious, Richter,” her expression dimmed
slightly. “Just like you, I can be killed.”
“Maybe,” he replied, “but at least you don’t have to worry
about me.”
Zen grappled his legs with her own, throwing him back as
she straddled her way over him. Their landing spread a heap of
leaves into the air, along with a puff of natural debris.
Richter felt more excited, but it was easier to deal with,
“Someone’s aggressive.”
“Haven’t you ever played before?”
“Yeah, when I was like ten.”
“That’s unfortunate. For such short life spans, Humans
seem to fancy the idea of decrepit maturity a bit more than they
should.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Zen shook her head, “You only get old when you choose to
stop living.” She pulled him to his feet, resuming her place
along the bank. Again, Richter sat down beside her.
“Feeling better?” she eyed him.
“A lot actually.”
“Behold the many benefits of keeping things simple,” she
picked up a small stick, observing it close.
“Simple, huh,” Richter repeated.
“It has its advantages,” Zen handed him the stick.
“What’s this for?” He took it, looked at it, then shrugged.
“What’s it matter,” she looked back ahead. “You took it;
didn’t you?”
Richter shook his head, “You’re strange.”
“Well, as long as we can accept that about each other, we’ll
get along just fine.” She shifted her gaze toward him, her eyes
meeting his.
Richter smiled, “Did I tell you I was glad we met?”
Zen nodded, “I’m pretty sure you did.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 3:46 pm
heart Suicide Spicy Taco Ranger heart And last but not least, a picture of the Author (me) mrgreen So it's Hello Kitty... not exactly gangsta, I know. So sue me ninja 
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 3:54 pm
 Please, PLEASE believe me when I say...
-is tore between reading it and not wanting to spoil it for herself-
Wah?! What should I do?!
HELLO KITTY FTW!!!
My friend has seen a GIANT Hello Kitty... like, two stories... >.<
 ...That there is a method to my madness.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 7:33 pm
I don't really give anything critical to the story away in these two posts, and it's only a few pages. Just kind of posting it so people have a rough idea how the story flows. Not per say that anyone is going to read it, but that's why I threw it in the chatterbox ^_^
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 6:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 1:14 pm
Release date is looking more like September. Maybe a good book for the fall?
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 4:23 pm
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Where will they be selling them?
OR will it be everywhere?
I wanna write a book >.>
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♥ Pink99Chick (Lady Pinksalot Taco Ranger)
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 2:00 pm
heart Meh... I don't much care really. They said something about wanting me to go on a signature tour or something. If I have time from work maybe. heart
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 9:27 pm
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Go to canada!
I'll kidnap you. and you'll be all like OMG THANKS PINKY FOR SAVING ME FROM GETTING CARPAL TUNNEL!
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♥ Pink99Chick (Lady Pinksalot Taco Ranger)
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 9:53 pm
heart You don't say. O,,o heart
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 12:50 am
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it's a good idea!
go to vancouver.
tell me the name and place.
did you know you yawn when you need a change of action.
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♥ Pink99Chick (Lady Pinksalot Taco Ranger)
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 6:05 am
heart I just had THEE most gutter-minded thought after reading that just now XD heart
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 11:03 am
"Happiness is like peeing in your pants..."
.........................
-doesn't get it-
stare
xd "...Everyone else can see it, but only you can feel the warmth."
"What is a Taco Ranger? Click here and find out."
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:18 pm
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
see, while i was writing it, i was trying as much as i could to not make it sound like "HEY, I'M YAWNING BECAUSE I WANT CHANGE OF POSITIONS!"
lol.
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