Monthly Archives: February 2015

The High Crested Heron

His mother had been a priestess in the Carpathian Mountains. But Julia would rather know of the woman Hegrea who gave her name to what now is known Durrington Walls. For that she must wait. First, Dannyn insists he’ll tell … Continue reading

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The Trader’s Son

Julia has made contact with an indie at Destination—or rather, the indie has contacted her. So, does this prove she is really there, at Destination? Yet the encounter has elements more akin to a dream. Moreover, this indie insists she has … Continue reading

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Strange Meetings

At Destination, 2,500 BCE, someone behind her calls out her name. Startled, not thinking, Julia turns, though she knows that she oughtn’t. But who could possibly know her here? Even as I turn my thoughts are answering: It has to be … Continue reading

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Some Things . . .

Kenneth has revealed his take on the situation re: Destination. And Fliss has allowed Julia her desired three days. Seems things are clarifying—or perhaps not. Ken wasted no time, barely waiting for Fliss to disappear off to her afternoon therapy. … Continue reading

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Third Part of Feast Fables Begins . . .

Will Kerrid find a way to return to her home?—there to discover what her heinous sin that caused the Asars to be cast from the Realm of Divinities? For only with this knowledge will she be able to complete the … Continue reading

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A Sub-Radar Missile

Julia is a novice ‘tripper, and yet she has kitted herself out for an extended stay in the Wessex Neolithic. Will Fliss allow it?—considering she’d restricted even her own husband to a slow increase in Destination-Time. Fliss laughed. “Wow! Captain … Continue reading

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Unexpected Collusion

The people populating Destination aren’t real. They’re ghosts, yea? Yet, as Julia says, what ghost hurls a stone-headed spear at you. The look Fliss gave me was riddled with hate. And the one she shot Kenneth wasn’t much lighter. What, … Continue reading

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