Sasha Distan

Thank you Jeff, thank you very much. I'm so glad you joined us for the journey.

Thank you, and you're welcome.

Thank you very much. I'm so glad you liked it.

Thank you. I'm so glad you've enjoyed them. Glad you came along for the ride.

You'll meet The Demon Del Deorion a bit more properly in Amateur Night. As these things go on, I am showing more of a world to you guys that only myself and Sabwones have ever seen.

what about my behaviour so far has shown me to be anything other than cruel and unusual? I keep telling people I'm a bastard, but no one believes me.... There will be more, but only when prompt responses allow. Probably.

Consider it appropriated!

Emmett wriggled his toes on the snow, delighting in the contrast between the cold, the chill of the fat snowflakes that fell onto his bare skin, and the warm soft breeze which blew across his body. A splashing in the water forced him to open his eyes, and there was Jian, sitting on his surfboard, kicking his feet in the clear waters of their private beach. For a moment, tiger and polar bear watched each other silently, each smiling, and then Emmett left the snow, crossed over the golden sand, le

“And then I hid it somewhere he won’t find it,” the Demon Del Deorion finished with a smug grin. Across the uneven and beer spattered surface of the wooden table, the Prince of hell smiled at him, arching one perfect eyebrow. Deorion had always thought Nassau to be unfairly pretty, even when he’d been stripped of his powers and his feathers and banished from the world below. Not that the smoke flavoured demon would ever do anything about it, after all being consort to the Wind gave him rather s

I'm going to feature my response to prompt 535 - A Champion Failure, since apparently 557 is going to be a follow-up of sorts for it! oops. It ended like this: My boyfriend’s voice cut through my senses. Without stopping to look at the TV, I ran to him, the non-longer fiery sphere falling from my fist and rolling away across the floor into some distant corner. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed tight. A moment later, the takeaway bags thumped onto the ground as he squeezed me back. “Babe? How was your day?” “I love you!” I muttered fiercely, then kissed him soundly. Jordan blinked at me, looking surprised. “I got extra poppadoms.”

Welcome! I have always been faintly terrified of my students abilities to use Google. They can make it do things I can't..... I've never heard the term Google-fu before, but it's perfect! Well done and thank you! Anyway, welcome to GA as a fully fledged member able to ask questions and have opinions! Grab some plasma and make yourself at home!

Congrats Caz! Good for you, hun. Oh, and this means that Sussex, UK has two Promising Authors, which might just make this the best county in England. We breed talent round here, clearly.

yup! Well done. Vruuaska was born there, it makes sense he wants to go back for his birthday, and this year, there is something else special happening in the flames.... If you want a pool like that, you're going to have to fall in love with a demon... one with access to the palace. Sathriel's free again???

It's so much less honest to me than spending actual money on a game and *shock horror* having all the content. These days you have to unlock as you go, and money is always the way forward. Let's not even start on all the incredible shite that MMORPG's want you to pay for with in-game dollars which you get by spending real world dollars. I have given up on all "casual games". Leave me with Heroes of Might and Magic III and Black and White II and I'll be fine forever.

Kiorl would kill anyone who ever saw him slow dancing!!! And yes, there's only one place to be on the Fifth, and I get to live there (used to, near enough).

Go back and read In Flames. Vruuaska comes from a very special town. And no chapter skipping allowed.

Lahja woke with a start, and stared up at the canopy above his bed. He’d been asleep, he was sure of it, but instead of darkness or the visions of Heaven which had been at first a welcome reminder of home, painted on the inside of his eyelids had been a twisted version of the evening in Snakes and Snakes. He’d had the concept of dreams explained to him before, but everything he’d seen in the night thus far had been a memory, perfect in every detail. This had not. He’d finished his drink, made t

but the I could have slept, had the rest of the good dream sex, and then woken up. That would have been far less frustrating.

I think with a five hour time difference, he would have been retiring to bed. It was four in the fucking morning for me. And get your mind out of the gutter guys... I know for sure he wasn't doing that.

oh I wish I could tell you what the future holds.... but that would be cheating now, wouldn't it? Thanks for the review Puppilull.

The bit you don't see is the previous 6 years or so where they have told each other everything. Writing songs together is an intimate experience, and those boys have shared all sorts of things with each other. It's a lot of trust Marty feels like he's betraying. He doesn't think Leon would ever lie to him.

So, I’m going to share with you something I don't normally share much - though my characters share their sex lives with you often and graphically. Several of them are quite the exhibitionists! But we're not here to talk about the boys, the men, and the demons, we're here for me. Now, people tell you all sorts of less-than-fun things when you get married, about how life in the bedroom slowly diminishes and all of that. But it's not true for us. Three years has already flown by, and everything is better than it ever was. Cris isn't here, he's in Canada (you lucky people, he's over there programming fun military simulators), and in our bedroom, four weeks is a damn long time to sleep alone. His side of the bed is cold and empty, and as I understand it he too is sleeping only on 'his' side of the bed in the hotel. If this was that sort of movie, they'd cut the film and make a montage of us sleeping face to face but missing each other deeply. Last week, my husband reported to me an interesting thing. He woke up in the morning... naked. He always sleeps in boxers (I'm the nude one). I joked he was missing me in his sleep, and he admitted that when he had awoken, he had found that, whilst asleep, he had rearranged the spare pillows onto my side of the bed, and slept cuddled up to them as though I was there. Oh how my heart aches. This morning, I had a far more rude awakening. Not being jumped on by the dog, worse than being awoken by the screams of the teething Goblin, but being jolted into consciousness by my brain, at just the moment when I desired no such thing. It was a good dream: Cris was there, we were kissing in that fantastically warm and lazy manner one does in the middle of the night when neither of you are quite fully awake. It was incredibly vivid, the feel of his tongue, the familiar warmth of his body, and just as my hands were exploring the delicious heat south of his navel, my brain kicked me in the gut and forced me awake. Great, I’m being cock-blocked by my own subconscious. Fucking wonderful.

Yes, the talking is better. and I told you Marty's not that bad a guy, Hrishi's been just as useless in some ways. but they've got some interesting times ahead.

What women do and do not know has always been a mystery to me! also, two teenage boys will still find a way to have sex, even if there are - shock horror - feelings involved!

Marty does backing vocals and harmonies. He sings really well, but it's Leon's band, and Leon sings a really awesome gritty lead. I'm glad things are more hopeful in their world now too.