Sasha Distan

oh for- really? Capital letters make the difference between two different people now? I'm never gonna manage this...

the pond is behind the pigs. We're safe!

thanks!

whereupon he would nuzzle you into submission.

nice to be home. thanks tim

alright alright alright.... it's next on my list. I promise. oh, i'm back now.

how did you read that so fast???? and thank you!

This morning I woke up, pretended to eat the imaginary ice cream (green flavour!) that Goblinboy pretended to feed me, got up and fetched Baby Wolfeater from his cot, gave them milk, and went back to bed to snuggle my husband. Dashi joined us, because the best place for a lurcher to be is cuddled on our duvet, and after a little while we were invaded by our small and not so small sons. Then I got up. It's Sunday, so I abandoned my husband with the small boys, and Dashi and I went to the farm. Many people have told me I'm a lucky bastard, and trust me when I say that I believe them. Our great friends Clare and Christian have rented us (back in April) a little scrap of unused woodland with a pond in it (about an acre all in all, but not all useable) in return for one pig per year - ready for the freezer. So we built a fence (cue swearing, shouting, bleeding) and now we have pigs, six chickens in a run we got for free (score!), a greenhouses we have yet to rebuild (secondhand for nothing), a shed containing the very beginnings of a rabbit tree (meat rabbits, don't get all sappy on me), and a raised bed growing potatoes. I fed the animals, walked to Copper's field and gave him breakfast, and went for a walk with Dashi and the farm spaniels. It was a good morning. Then I came home to be greeted by all my boys. Goblinboy will be three (THREE? where did the time go?) at the end of October, and Wolfeater has just turned one. Goblinboy is all about the talking, playing pretend, the questions (Why is rain?), the learning about hammers and anvils (he's learning from his Daddy. I'm proud), and the helping with absolutely everything (anyone need a tiny gardener?). Wolfeater is walking (properly walking) and has been able to climb the stairs since six months (yeah, we've had no rest), and is busy eating whatever he can lay his hands on and trying out new word-sounds. And.... now neither of them are napping anymore, and I gotta go. Oh, and I wrote something. Kitt's been great at keeping my secrets as always. Bye y'all!

Marcus checked his bag, and resettled his hands in his lap half a dozen times while the researcher finished setting up. The rather chaotic little shared office was currently unoccupied by the PhD students who would be using the other desks. The woman who sat across from him wasn’t at all what Marcus had expected either. She was tall, curvy running to comfortably plump, with very long very straight brown hair and half-rimmed glasses. She smiled at him as she fiddled with the Dictaphone. “Sorr

Most people start college with a very clear idea of what the next few years might hold for them, and Marcus is no exception when he shows up to swim team try outs. What he doesn't count on are his new teammates, and the deep friendship which quickly forms between the four of them as the competitive season progresses.

Thank you all so much for your comments and love. It means a great deal to me. To answer a few questions/comments: I didn't know when I started writing that Faris would be a shifter, so it was a surprise to me too. They are not going to the US because it's safer, just because it's different, it's awesome, and every young boy dreams to cowboys. A trip to Oz will certainly be on the cards one day. The moment with the "dude you're a cyborg" actually happened. Oversaw/heard it in a local park, two guys running, one with his new super slick prosthetic. I kinda imagine it as a film too. Desi might be my favourite supporting character ever. Thank you, thank you, thank you xxx

When Gerard is eight, he starts getting hurt without getting injured, and it doesn't take long for him to realise that he's experiencing someone else's pain. But when Gerard falls from his bike and ends up losing his foot, he dreams of flying through the countryside on a big red horse, and his whole life becomes about the desire to feel just as complete as he does when he's asleep.

Gerard was eight years old the very first time he got hurt. He’d been injured before, scuffed knees, grazed palms, the usual bumps and knocks obtained by any small boy allowed to run around outside, play with sticks, and taught to ride a bike. But he’d never really been hurt before. He would whimper, maybe cry. His mother or father would kiss it better, apply plasters, chocolate, or ice cream, and send him back on his way. That day, he’d been at school, sitting on the grass and wolfing down

Thanks Tim. I mean it.

you'll see! I ain't giving you spoilers.

That's a lot of questions! And a lot of them can't be dealt with while they're still "stuck at camp" for the summer. As for love/lust etc for all shapes, I'll point you to Born Wolf and A Wolf and His Man. I'm all in for all of that.

You know girls can't be shifters in this universe Tim Paddy is being defensive and irrational, but yeah, that could have gone better.

oh, I think the deer will be told not the worry. Troy won't be allowed to be mean to them.

Thanks Tim, but hush you Inner Editor. Remind me never to try that on my husband....

Oh, they are pretty hopeless, that's for sure. as for everything else - all will be revealed in time!

They're so cute when they're acting like big brothers! Thank you! Hardly anyone seems to write about prey shifters (me included) but I really want to do more. I think things must be much less fun when you have to worry about wild animals trying to eat you. How inter species prey-predator relationships work I really ain't sure.

I don't even know where to start - I met a woman like this once

Absolutely!

hehehe! Yeah, this bunch can get out soon - except that Greg will have to go with them

Well done wonderful wolf-friend. Well deserved. Congratulations!