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Thanks. I have the story unofficially put on hold as I am doing a collab with another author who has some time issues. It is for this story and I hope it will make it better. So, please bear with us, and maybe look over "Starcutter" in the mean time.
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You're one reviewer whose comments I looks forward to. You give good criticism and positive feedback and show me lots of love. Thanks for rereading this and I hope the Peace and Quiet makes a good of an impression on you.
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Being stuck in the same rooms with the same people for a month can get on anyone's nerves. The first few days for them were nice. The duo would eat every meal together, chat away like old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time, and could see that they were becoming more than master and slave. Ryle was smiling quite often now, and Gabe would do his best even with his healing face. Gabe would sit on the sofa and read while Ryle would sit next to him, their shoulders touching. Gabe learn
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Second time? Wow. Thanks for reading it again.
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Prompt #370--The Gift
Fantasyboy69 commented on craftingmom's story chapter in Prompt #370--The Gift
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Gabe was angry. More than that, he was upset and worried, and all of it because of one messed up person. When he had returned to his rooms, he found Ryle huddled under the bed, this time holding something any other master would have him flogged for thinking about touching. He held one of Gabe's knives. “I hope that's not for me,” Gabe said with a bit of a joke. “Gabriel!” Ryle dropped the knife and darted from under the bed. “I am so sorry for touching your property. My fears are no reason to..
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The duo seemed to fall into something of a routine. Gabe woke early every morning at 0430 to go help with the morning meal. He would shower and then get dressed. That first morning, when he went to get dressed, he found a clean set of clothes laid out in the sitting room. He looked at them curiously. Did I put them there? he asked himself. Then he recalled he was no longer alone in his rooms and looked in to see Ryle was fast asleep, his claws tucked under his chin and he was softly cooing. Gabe
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Thanks so much. The difference between Kayden and Ryle is more than cat/bird and feisty/timid. I hope to bring a lot of it out in the coming chapters.
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Another great story and a wonderful ending. I almost want to see what else can go on. I mean there has been a few loose ends running around out there, but as this is, I'm a fan.
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Thanks for spotting that.
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Thanks for spotting that. I fixed it. I do my own editing and even after reading it twice through I still miss some things.
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Oh my gosh! I'm quotable? That is so neat. By all means, you have my permission. You could use my author name, but if you use my real one, please say it something like this "Jacob Broussard, aka Fantasyboy69" so they both bits of info. Thank you so much for reading
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Gabriel went to his quarters and looked at the log. He was not surprised to find several people had tried to get in. Of them he only cared that the second mate had tried twice. Shaking his head, he unlocked it and went in. “Ryle, I'm back.” He looked around the entry room and didn't see the Cana anywhere. He poked his head in the wash room and saw that the tub was still a bit damp. With a small smile he went to the bedroom and saw the mattress was still rolled up. “Ryle?” There was a soft intake
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Gabe shut the door behind him. Ryle. He knew that this slave he would never claim he owned was going to be a huge change in his life. He'd never had to take care of someone. He was barely an adult himself! And to take care of someone older than himself...it felt so weird. Shaking his head, he locked the door behind him. Only he and the Captain could open his private quarters and if anyone else tried he would be able to see who, thanks to the log entry. He took some of the cloth over to the unif
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LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE.
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Gabriel stayed as long as he could off the Starcutter. He didn't want to go back right now, but he knew he would be left behind. While it might not be so bad for him, he had to worry about the Cana now. Damn you! he thought. Why dump this in my lap? Yes, I'm lonely, but now I have to take care of someone who would rather die. He shook his head and motioned to the two youngsters he had hired to port his items around. Gabe was not only given an allowance as an apprentice was lawfully given, he ear
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Your story was the inspiration for this. Kayden was so cute and Damien so loving. I love your works and I wanted to see what my twisted brain would come up with.
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When a ship captain comes in to buy a new crew member, the slave owners smile and try to make a sale. It's just good business. When a famous and wealthy captain comes in, they try even harder, and the captains know this and hold out for the best price. When this captain walks into the crew pens, no one in their right mind wants to make him angry. The slave master wrung his hands and started to sweat as soon as he saw the notorious captain. Few knew his face for few ever looked at it long enough
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A pirate Captain and his bastard son get thrust together after the mother dies. They had never met. On a starship of hundreds, the lad has no friends, so his father buys him a slave when the boy is against slavery.
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I hope that last line was not some really cruel foreshadowing.
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So, pretty much the only person I hate is Roman, but then he is the story's antagonistic shit. The King...I love him. He's got this air about him that just screams Grandfather, has the soul of a cherub, and the discernment of a sage.
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I like the chef. Gruff, loud, lording over his kitchen, but like all good chefs, he sees a skinny person and wants to feed and take care of them.
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Don't you do this to us. And I hope it's not what I'm fearing behind that door. God, I hope not.
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About time things are being done. Watson needed to go down and they did it spectacularly. This is getting good and I hope you don't pull a plot twist and make me...I mean us...upset.
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Thanks so much. I hope you liked the epilogue too.
