D: Do we have a problem with Sundays? A: Yes, they’re always followed by a Monday. D: And are you not ready for Monday? A: D, no one is ever ready for Monday. D: Are you getting a little existential on me, A? Do we need to go back and have a little chat withContinue reading “Sunday . . . bloody Sunday”
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Life in the fast lane
“Why didn’t you stop her?” The words touched the dread clawing at Sean’s throat. He couldn’t stop the tide of angry, panicky words. “I couldn’t! She clubbed Sir Nathan in the head! She’s helping them and she’s refusing to leave – she’s so deeply enmeshed in this that there is no talking to her, noContinue reading “Life in the fast lane”
Celebrate good times
Sean thought he understood. Maureen – proud, fearless and free – had been captive to a crazed, driven man. She’d been unharmed, but alone and afraid in the dark. Now, she was bareheaded in the sun, a pistol at her hip, fighting back. Nothing he could say would ever change her mind, but he couldn’tContinue reading “Celebrate good times”
Fickle Friday
A: So D, are you feeling better? D: Better than what, A? A: You had a few sniffles the other day; I’m just asking after your wellbeing. D: I thought we agreed never to speak of that. A: Admit it; you have a soft spot for Claude. D: Despite that he is not a warrior’sContinue reading “Fickle Friday”
Double, double, toil and trouble
. . . Sean stood in the doorway, watching them, hating them. He didn’t want to care – their fight, their belief – he wanted it to mean nothing to him. “You would hate them for their love of country?” “Pardon?” Sean tried to turn around, but something in that deep voice forbade it. “YourContinue reading “Double, double, toil and trouble”
Thank the bead it’s over
D: A, I think you spelled “Bede” wrong. A: What? No, I didn’t. D: You mean you weren’t giving thanks to the Venerable Bede even though he has nothing to do with this particular book? A: That is really random, D. You’re giving me more credit than I deserve. D: Oh, wait, I know whatContinue reading “Thank the bead it’s over”
A mark of distinction or distraction?
“. . . I had the idea before Eoghan reacted the way he did to your revelation – and between you and me, Maureen, we need to decide together if we’re going to announce that we’re time travelers. That kind of information could be dangerous to the wrong people.” “Sean, they stopped burning witches overContinue reading “A mark of distinction or distraction?”
It’s all down to this
“Do you want that?” she’d asked him before, expecting his answer to be no, not realizing that he would rather die, would rather be a sacrifice. “I have a friend in there – a dear friend that I betrayed – and I can tell you, he doesn’t want that. He didn’t want this. He wouldContinue reading “It’s all down to this”
Stealing the spotlight
. . . There was no moon, no sun, no point of reference. Only the mist was alive with light and movement, revealing his way even as it sought to disorient him. Dubh walked faster, slicing a path through the haze. Although more than five hundred years had gone since he had passed this way,Continue reading “Stealing the spotlight”
Monday, Monday
D: Oh no. No, A – who is that? A: What do you mean, D? Can’t you tell? D: You must be joking. A, please tell me you’re joking. A: Does this mean you don’t like it? D: If you mean to tell me that this is m— A: (Giggling) Sorry, D. I couldn’t helpContinue reading “Monday, Monday”
The D/A Dialogues 