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The singing and the dreams continued through the years and were interspersed with new dreams, dreams of a wild haired boy with smiling cat eyes and a leaf bladed knife at his hip. When she was nineteen she went away and she thought she had left the boy and the dreams far behind. The university she had chosen for her Art degree was close to a large deep wood, reminding her of home and providing her with a refuge for when the strain of being social grew too much. She had hoped that at un
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For years Gabrielle has been seeing a strange boy in the woods. He grows with her and everywhere she sees the flash of his red gold hair. When she goes to university she thinks that she's said goodbye to him, until she sees the the red gold in the woods just before her whole world falls apart and she finds that it was never her world in the first place.
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The first time ever she had seen him, was when she was about six years old. She had wandered away from her friends and ventured deeper into the woods than she had been before. Quite suddenly she had come out of the trees into a strange clearing and there he was, crouching, looking at something in the grass. A boy, little older than she was. Startled he had looked up and, for a moment their eyes had locked and something…. something wordless and strange passed between them. And then he was gone. I
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Chapter 8 - In the Company of Wolves
Nephylim commented on Kavrik's story chapter in Chapter 8 - In the Company of Wolves
This was a wonderful chapter but poor poor Kian. Is that going to happen EVERY night? He'll be exhausted in no time. To be fair to him he took it well when he was getting royally f**ked by strangers. A little too much sweat for me but he is an animal after all -
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the sun. A time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill and a time to heal ... a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance ... a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to lose and a time to seek; a time to rend and a time to sew; a time to keep silent and a time to speak; a time to love and a tim
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The night is growing dark and cold. All through the gardens lights are coming on. Fairly lights twinkle in the trees and flaming torches flare all along the paths, burning with flames of gold, red, blue and green. Many of the party goers are, themselves glowing in pale, cold, moon bright shades. Pushing through the throngs on the patio and lawn I break into a run, catching a glimpse of silver and gold disappearing along a path which borderd the lawn and then turns sharply to the
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Outside the air is fresh and fragrant, the scent of honeysuckle and lavender prevalent. I ask the waiter from whom I take and quickly drain a glass of champagne, and he directs me to the walled garden. It isn’t far and it is a beautiful night. As I walk I mull over the events of the evening my head spinning. What a surprise, no shock, and what the hell does it mean for us, for Nick and I? Fuck... he is a Prince for gods sake, and not only that but the Crown Prince of the whol
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The river is shimmering in the dying light. It is sweet to stand here with my head on Nick’s shoulder, listening to the soft and gentle sounds of the day winding down. Nick puts his arm around me and I relax into his side. He rests his cheek on my hair and sighs, his breath tickling my hair. “I missed you so much. You have no idea how much it hurt, how much I wanted to die when I thought you were dead.” “I can’t even begin to imagine what it was like. I don’t k
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The darkness subsides slowly and I blink open my eyes. I feel strangely heavy and for a moment I have no idea where I am. As awareness returns I wonder why I am lying on the floor. The marble is cold under my face and there is something sparkling at the edge of my vision. I blink again and it comes into focus, the shattered shards of the crystal chalice. With awareness comes memory and I sit up suddenly. “Nick! Woah...” The movement causes my head to swim as I get the stranges
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I try to run back but Lucifer stops me. At first I think that he is going to push me forward and abandon Ariel but, instead he turns back, running lightly in a distinctly catlike way. I see him grab Ariel by the arm and yank him onto the road as the smoke creature pours darkness into the place where he had been. “Run Sam, run.” I run, concentrating all my efforts on Nick and following the path his light picks out for me. It seems as though I have been running fo
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The ritual was waiting for me when I arrived back at my house. It was sitting on the living room table and I was not best pleased that somehow the Queen had got through my, not inconsiderable, defences with apparent ease. It was in the form of a roll of parchment, tied with a blue ribbon and written in what looked like blood but probably wasn’t. The content of ritual, any ritual, is, by and large, irrelevant. Its purpose is to achieve; by surrounding the mind with certain ‘trigg
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Consciousness returns slowly and painfully. My head feels as though it has been cut in two by an axe. The first thing I am aware of is the silence. The battle must be over for there is no sound at all. The next thing is the light. When I manage to force my eyes open the light stabs into them and makes me gasp with pain. It is full daylight. Hours must have passed. At first memory is slow to return, as sluggish as my battered body and stunned will. Gradually thoughts surface
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The Great Rite, based on the Heiros Gamos is one of the corner stones of Wicca. It basically honours the union of the God and Goddess, masculine and feminine energies for the creation of the Child of Light. There is a school of thought that this rite cannot be performed by same sex couples, that the High Priest must always be male and the High Priestess female. This presupposes that the purpose of the rite is physical... that it is about the union of the physical male and the physical female.
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Light as air Ariel turns away and takes a few quick light steps, then he raises his arms and begins to dance again. Something is happening. It seems as if suddenly he is bathed in moonlight, a strange bluish moonlight. It appears to be affecting my eyes because he seems to be... blurring, fading, changing. I blink and blink again. He is still dancing but he is no longer a slightly scruffy boy of maybe eighteen or so wearing jeans and a dark hoodie. The moonlight has somehow coalesced i
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The boy with blue eyes is looking at me. No, not looking, staring. He is staring at me across the circle and it makes me feel a little uncomfortable, not least because at this distance, in the darkness I should not be able to see that his eyes are blue. I blink and they are just dark shadows in a pale oval face. “May they sleep in the arms of the goddess until their time comes again or they join with the Great Eternal. So mote it be.” “So mote it be.” I join with the general chorus of
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Two years ago Nick Rayner died. And now, in the middle of a public ritual at Samhuinn, Sam is painfully and forcefully reminded of him by a strange boy, a boy with blue eyes and an enigmatic smile. Who is he? What does he know about Nick and why is Nick's cat following him around?
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Saving the World is HARD When Gabriel tugs at our hands I can’t believe it. I can’t believe that it happened so fast, I can’t believe that it happened at all. There is no resistance. It is as though the knife has travelled through nothing but air and yet... and yet... When I open my eyes the first thing I see is Marc’s face. His head is leaning back against Gabriel’s shoulder and his eyes are wide, staring up at the sky. He is so beautiful, so... perfect... too perfect; too good
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Stepping Into the Fire. Ever since I first touched the Malakh essence there has been a nameless shadow hanging over me. It is worse since we have been in the city. So much worse it is almost a pain, a weight in my chest that crushes me. My darling Kai can sense it and I have tried to explain its source but I can’t, not even to myself. There are shadows everywhere here, which is strange because it is such a light bright place, so much so that Gabriel is feeling very uncomfortabl
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Walking the Streets of Heaven When I see him take Marc into his arms and kiss him I feel a white hot rage kindle in my guts. Gabriel’s hand on my arm is the only thing that stops me from attacking there and then and be damned with the consequences. My hand is on the hilt of my dagger and, although I know that I would stand no chance against the sword I could bury my blade deep enough in that soft white neck, exposed just enough that I can slide it in over Marc’s shoulder. When I
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Going Home I could stay here forever. It is heaven. So peaceful after all we have been through. The smell of the ocean, the caress of the breeze, the beat of another heart beneath my cheek and the soft, oh so soft, touch of feathers on my skin. I feel alive in a way I have never felt alive before. Perhaps it is the fact that I have been so close to death but suddenly life tastes so sweet. We have been still for a very long time. There is no need for movement, no need for speec
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afterwards... afterwards there are angels. What Comes Next. I wake very suddenly and lie still, afraid to move. There was a dream, I was flying, soaring, laughing. I can’t help but smile, but the smile does not last long, it freezes and fades as the fear slams into me again because, before the dream, before I was transported to a better world, in this one... in this one Marc was.... I am too afraid to move, to extend my awareness, to touch him. His arm is lying across my sto
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To Fall and To Fly The dream is so vivid and yet I still know it is a dream. I am standing with my back against a tree with my arms outspread. Merticus is there and he is taking his invasion of my body one stage further. He is smiling, his hand thrust deep within my chest, the fingers closed around my heart. The snake creatures have their fangs embedded in my wrists, they are sucking but it is not blood that is draining from me, it is my soul. It is agony more profound than I have e
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Reunions I haven’t slept in more than twenty four hours and given what has been happening before and after, it is nowhere near enough. I am trying to concentrate on what Gabriel is saying but my mind keeps wandering. I have been to the infirmary a hundred times today and in the end I know that even Darian’s perfect patience ran out with me. I can’t help myself I would be there the whole time if they let me. I hung around for most of the day, just in case they needed someone to g
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Memories and Messages When I first open my eyes I have no idea where I am. For a moment there is peace and calm, and then it all comes back. The memory is raw. Everything replays in my mind, everything from the moment I saw the dark figure in the hall at sanctuary, right up to.... to the moment I head him scream. Of it all it is that which hurts the most. I did that. I hurt him so much that it made his soul scream. At that moment I wanted to go back, I wanted to turn around and r
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