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Sasha Distan

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  1. see to me, the late eighties is that dead time where nothing happened because i was born in 87. nice ideas though
  2. it is three minutes past one in the morning and my husband is inviting me to come to bed. .....why the hell am i still here talking to you people? *runs*
  3. Well, she sold her/their horse without telling him and she's moved away to uni, their not what you would call that close. he used to follow her around, purely for lack of anything better to do. now he has a life of his own.and that conversation is supposed to be a bit rushed, you'll see why later.
  4. His dad is a good guy no?the evolution of Rhyder.... isn't he pretty now.
  5. you are welcome. i love that you can see both sides. i argue with my mother a lot, guess who's side i'm on...
  6. oh kitten, i am a cruel beastie. go read the next chapter and make yourself happy.
  7. i couldn't be too mean to the poor boy.
  8. funny how mothers can be like that.
  9. thank you sweetie. sometimes there have to be nice days too
  10. this review has made me smile.
  11. The steer was not happy, that much was obvious. There was no time to shout, though Rhydian realised the strangled yell issued as he fell on his back was indeed his. One of the steer’s horns scraped along his front, his shirt snapped open and the cloth caught and ripped, then hooves were landing on his ribs. When the steer snorted and vanished from his vision he was surprised to find Jase wrestling it away from him. He tried to breath. Breath. Breath. It wouldn’t come, there was no air. Shura
  12. Pizza dough 1 kg white flour 1 teaspoon fine sea salt 2 x 7 g dried yeast sachets 1 tablespoon caster sugar 4 tablespoons olive oil approx 650 ml lukewarm water since i did giant quantities (x3 this recipe) i did mine as a pile on the surface, but you could use a bowl. sift the salt into the flour. mix the yeast, sugar and oil together in a jug, then add 400ml of the warm water. stand for a minute or two, then mix in slowly.add the rest of the water gently until you get the right consistency. Knead hard for 10 mins, then leave in a floured bowl with clingfilm for an hour until doubled in size. mine tried to climb out of the bowl it go so big. knock back, divide into balls, roll out and make pizza. you should be able to deal with that yourselves.
  13. 20, which considering that thing gave me a headache i am pretty happy with. excellent
  14. looks worth a viewing if i can find it anywhere. i like the concept though
  15. *realises wolf now has 5 stories on again at once* why do i do this to myself???
  16. it's 5.30 pm here in Sussex Land, i have just got come from work and i am catching up with my GA notifications. husband is out shooting dinner (literally) before it's off to the shops (eight miles away) to but pre-made muffin products for my year 9's to analyse tomorrow.
  17. since they arrived at the fair in the previous chapter, we dealt with special horse and competitor parking then. Rodeo is generally 3 hours or so, depending on the number of competitors and events, but it is very fast paced, because you don't want the people in the stands getting bored. while one guy preps, another will be competing, usually with only a minute or two between events.
  18. somebody remind me to post the pizza dough recipe...
  19. i am so glad you think so! can steer's ride cowboys? that remains to be seen...
  20. Sasha Distan

    Epilogue

    sorry my friend, and epilogue is sort of the end. on the other hand, most of the places in the book are real, and if you go there, you just might meet the boys...
  21. It was dark in the harbour, the wall glowing softly white, reflecting the evening lights of the sloping town. The sun had been down hours now, its last light having faded from the sky completely, throwing a pure indigo curtain up over the shades of blue, crimson, gold and pink. There was no moon to gild the curves of the land and the stars shone all the brighter. The sea was calm, flat as freshly made bed, a mirror held up to the sky. Four miles away across the bay, a bright strip of lights show
  22. haha!I know what happens, and you just created the most awesome mental image with that! you're very welcome.
  23. Sasha Distan

    Chapter 13

    sorry, i forgot to change the status on it. my fault. you have one more chapter left.the italic sections are dreams and visions, partial inherited memories and ideas planted in Krilla's friends by their proximity to him.
  24. there's no good story without tragedy is there?
  25. It was black as pitch under the water, the moonlight reflecting off the glassy surface. Krilla dropped like stone, changing fast as he swam, the layers of human in him peeling away to reveal the fish beneath. He was surrounded by the green phosphorescence, but found no beauty in it now, just clean pale light by which to see, and avoid, the sharp structures in the sea bed so close to land. He swam fast, using all the power in his frame and the streamline design that gave him such sleek fluidity.
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