“. . . My lady,” Dubhal intoned. Sean could hear the respect for their captain in his voice. “Master Dubhal,” Grania returned. She turned her attention to Sean. “I’m sorry, Sean, Maureen was not on either ship. Both had been abandoned by the time we reached them, anyway – all vital crew had been evacuatedContinue reading “The importance of blending in”
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Monday’s child
Monday’s child is fair of face, Tuesday’s child is full of grace, Wednesday’s child is full of woe, Thursday’s child has far to go, Friday’s child is loving and giving, Saturday’s child works hard for a living, But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.Continue reading “Monday’s child”
Once more into the breach
D: A, you know, you really ought not to dance. A: I know. Two very confused left feet – I can’t help it, D. I’m excited! D: I can see that. You’re looking for me to ask why, I take it? A: It would help. I’d stop dancing if you did. D: Fair enough –Continue reading “Once more into the breach”
A traitor’s fate
. . . Galen had not accompanied Liam and Dubhal, and Sean wasn’t sure he wanted to know what had happened to the traitorous weasel. Liam would only say that the lad had served his purpose. . . D: Did we kill him? A: What?! Who? D: Galen, the traitorous weasel (As an aside,Continue reading “A traitor’s fate”
Lost in translation
A: I’ve thought of another one! Flibbertigibbet! D: Pardon? A: Words, D – inspiring words. D: Oh, I thought you were describing yourself again. . . A: Nice– D: Speaking of words, what does “Éadaí Baintrí” mean? A: You don’t know? D: I’ve been in your head for over 13 years; I’m rusty. Humor me.Continue reading “Lost in translation”
Inspire me
D: A, what exactly are you doing? A: Thinking of words I enjoy . . . like pfeffernusse and penguin. D: You are a woman of odd affections, A. Penguin? A: I like how it sounds. D: . . . A: I’m editing this week; I need to do something inspiring – something that doesn’tContinue reading “Inspire me”
Is that all you care about?
“. . . I don’t know what you will face on that ship, but you must be prepared to either fight your way out of there or sacrifice your lives.” Grania said this directly to Sean and he looked down at his feet. He knew she was right. . . In the end, if MaureenContinue reading “Is that all you care about?”
The lurker
“. . . What do you think, Dubhal, will he live?” “His head will hurt for a good while” a man replied from the shadows behind Sean, his voice a gruff rumble. “Here, chew on this.” He reached around and shoved something into Sean’s open palm. Hearing the voice, Sean realized the man – DubhalContinue reading “The lurker”
Every day is a holiday
D: I see you’d rather look at Brownielocks’ Official Holidays than write today, hm? A: Uh huh . . . D: A . . . ? Come back, A . . . A: At least I’m not lost on Go Fug Yourself. There’s a chance I might come back from all the interesting daily holidaysContinue reading “Every day is a holiday”
We meet again
. . . Sean spied Maureen across the deck, crumpled against the wall of the ship. Her captor had dropped her there to defend himself from a cloaked warrior Sean had yet to see in Grania’s fleet. The sun glinted off the warrior’s claymore, dazzling Sean. He stood transfixed, watching Maureen’s thwarted captor, scrabbling forContinue reading “We meet again”
The D/A Dialogues 