Mawgrim

It was like M’rell had said. D’gar was beginning to think in terms of Falls ridden, rather than sevendays or months. Most were marked out by something memorable; foul weather, injuries to a rider or dragon in the Wing, deaths. Some were more personal. D’gar didn’t think he was ever going to forget the one over Fort Hold when his stomach hadn’t settled and an unusually tight turn from Herebeth had made him throw up his breakfast. Some of the vomit had gone down Herebeth’s shoulder, the rest over

I have found that doctors often don’t tell you very much and it’s not necessarily because the news is bad. Because they are knowledgeable about a condition they sometimes assume that their patients know equally as much. Maybe you could call someone at the clinic and ask them to explain further? It might stop you from fearing the worst. Hope it turns out well, anyway.

Interesting dream sequence. In dreams, a house is supposed to represent you as a person and the basement symbolises unconscious feelings. The fact that light shone out and Rick released the trapped bird probably means that his subconscious is at last becoming able to let go of feelings he has kept shut away for years. It was beautiful to see the relationship between Gus and Rick developing.

Herebeth chased P’goll’s Taronenth on a golden summer evening, the heat radiating from the warmed stone surrounding the Bowl. Dragons had basked all day on the heights, as their riders basked on the lake shore. Two greens had taken flight earlier, with much shrieking and posturing. Herebeth hadn’t even stirred for them. But as the sun began to sink behind the western rim of the Bowl, Taronenth rose from her slumber, killed a small herdbeast and blooded it, then set off on a mating flight that so

Taronenth is looking very pretty. D’gar sighed. Herebeth was noticing green dragons again. Trouble was, Zemianth had only recently risen - and been caught by Tiriorth, which he wasn’t pleased about - so he was setting his sights on other dragons in the Wing. Over the past few days, that had happened to be P’goll’s Taronenth. Are you going to chase her? Herebeth gave him the mental draconic equivalent of a shrug, from which he assumed he wasn’t going to be given any more notice that he

So now we've found out about Gus's demons from his past. It was a frightening experience in the hospital, but it's brought them closer together. I loved the end of this chapter.

What a wonderful story, with so many interwoven threads; teenage love, a ghost story with a mystery intertwined and foreign escapades with an amazingly varied cast of characters. This is one to re-read and savour a second time around.

I know. I'm never quite sure if it's a blessing or a curse!

Totally agree with you there. I used to get very frustrated by some of the cinema managers attitudes. I was there in an advisory role to make sure the candidate was suitably technically competent, but the final decision to employ or not was the manager's.

I agree with what Clancy59 just said. Your store manager had already made up his mind who he wanted in the job. You are probably right that you will never be able to get any further where you are. Back when I was involved in interviewing, I used to be in the position of asking the technical questions, after the cinema manager asked theirs (usually those horrible ones such as 'what do you consider your greatest weakness' or 'where do you see yourself in 5 years time'). There was a particular candidate who wanted to be promoted to chief projectionist and had four interviews in a year, at different sites. He was technically extremely competent and I had no doubt he would make a good job of running the projection team, but different managers rejected him for four different reasons. One said he lived too far away from the site, one didn't like his long hair, one didn't like that he was in the union and the last had already decided they wanted someone else for the job. Each time, he asked me to give feedback on what he was doing wrong and I had to try and be tactful as to why he'd not got the job. I told him to keep on trying and on his fifth interview he clicked with the manager and was given the job. The point of this long and rambling reply is that sometimes, people just pick someone for reasons of their own that you can never fathom out and then make excuses about why you didn't get the job.

First times stories can sometimes be boring. This one isn't. The writer has a great style and draws you along with his characters.

A story that kept me guessing all the way through. Good characterisation and plenty of plot twists. Unusual and unique.

Great ending. I really enjoyed this story as it had so many twists and turns. Kevin and Dex make a great couple.

What a clever twist. No magic involved at all!

I'm now leaning towards thinking that Torry has got the powers and he’s doing all this for Dex.

I reckon it's Dexter who is able to do the magic, not Torry at all.

I have never played this game but your story is engaging even though I don’t know the characters.

The situation seems to have escalated much too quickly. The date rape drugging, video and threats are believable, but I don’t really think it would go so far, so fast without a certain degree of resistance from Hunter.

What a surprise when the students arrived unexpectedly early! Seems as if the boys have made some new friends there and they should all have fun while the dig is going on.

They might not all be dead! A few may have transferred to other Wings or even other Weyrs, but yes, it’s also there to show that the survival rate is fairly low, long term. On some of the Pern forums, people have actually worked out the statistics, which I can’t remember off the top of my head but demonstrate that there is a good reason why gold dragons rise to mate more often and lay larger clutches during a Pass. This is what I was looking for: A realistic look at dragon attrition

As the doctor is such a fan of Gus, I’m sure she'll have something to say about the interruption. Be interesting to find out who started it. I think it was probably the suspicious security guard as well.

‘So, here we are.’ D’gar stood on the ledge of his - and S’brin’s - weyr in the east face of the Bowl. It had been a hectic morning, moving stuff from the barracks, then standing in line and waiting for Naraina, the Headwoman, to assign weyrs, but they were finally here. ‘Whoever had this weyr before didn’t clean it very often.’ S’brin’s voice echoed from beyond the curtain, which he’d pulled back to air the place. ‘The necessary is pretty disgusting. You’ll need to hold your breath if you

This story will take you to places you didn't even realise existed. It’s like watching a movie. The descriptions are incredibly detailed and visual but there's not a wasted word anywhere. There are twists and turns you don’t expect and the ending isn’t what I expected, but all the more thought provoking for that. Give this story a try. I was hooked half way through the first chapter and just couldn't stop reading. Glad I read it when it was complete - don't think I could have stood the tension waiting for a new chapter to be posted.

A Little Blood Goes A Long Way

The door creaked open revealing the blood spattered on the floor like carelessly thrown rubies in the first rays of the sun. I quickly shut the front door behind me. It was still early on a Saturday morning - just before seven - and I didn’t want any nosy neighbours seeing what a mess the place must be in. Last night - well, even earlier that same morning, to be precise - it had been such a panicked rush to get out of the house, bundling him out to the car, I’d not noticed how much blood ha