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heh.kevinswatch wrote:This topic is stupid. I'll lock it tomorrow.
-jay
Greatest post ever.Wayfriend wrote:Remember, it's a first draft. It might need a lot of editting.
Sample of Fatal Revenant wrote: See Linden. See Linden run. Run Lindin, run.
See Tom. See Tom and Lindin. Tom's unambergrised guilt formicated Linden's puissant perceptions and eradicated her unalloyed thaumaturgy.
Go, Tom, Go.
heh, this is hilarious.kevinswatch wrote:You all joke around, but I bet you didn't know that I actually have my own porn site. Take a look:
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Enjoy!-jay
Okay, this is isn't so much funny as it is self-fulfilling prophecy type spooky, but it sure is funny.sgtnull wrote:hah, pikers! try replying to every mallory's post on the first page.
heh.
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dANdeLION wrote:I like Guess the Next Poster, but I hate being wrong all the time. So, here's a game where everybody can be right, assuming one's hindsight is 20/20. Unfortunately, I don't know who posted before me, but it must have been either Revan or Tom.....
Cord Hurn wrote:A funny moment that I usually forget about occurs when Terisa and Geraden are trying to cross the Care of Armigite to get to Orison to warn King Joyse that Queen Madin has been kidnapped. The general seriousness of the conversation they are having makes Terisa's jibe that much more amusing for me, as it comes completely without warning.
In Chapter 38 of [i]A Man Rides Through[/i] was wrote:For no good reason except that she saw nothing --not even the walls of the city [Batten, the ruling city of the Care of Armigite], once she and Geraden had left the road--she began to think these pauses for caution were unnecessary. They crossed the unmistakable swath of ground which had brought the Alend army to the road--unmistakable because the soil still held the cut of wheels, the gouge of hooves, the pressure of boots--but they didn't see any sign of Alend supply wains or Armigite spotters. She would have preferred the risk of speed to the frustration of delay.
She changed her mind, however, when he came down out of a tree so fast that he nearly fell like the fumblefoot he had once been. Hissing instructions rapidly, he dragged the mounts into a nearby thicket; with her help, he forced the beasts to lie down, then did his best to muffle their noses, prevent them from whickering as the other horses came near.
A small band of riders with grime-caked clothes and eyes made evil by fear passed so close that Terisa could have hit them with a stone.
"Mercenaries," Geraden grated under his breath after the riders were gone. "Men like that-- If they were in a hurry, they might cut your throat before they raped you.
"I thought every mercenary in the world worked for Cadwal."
Terisa was having trouble with her pulse. "Then what're they doing here?"
He shrugged stiffly, as if all his muscles were in knots. "Working for somebody else. Or spying for the High King. If the Lieges send Prince Kragen reinforcements, Festten will want to know about it. He may have men all over this part of Mordant by now."
Oh, good, Terisa muttered to herself. Just what we need.
She and Geraden had to hide twice more before the end of the day, but both times they were able to avoid discovery with relative ease. The scouts or mercenaries expected many things, but they clearly didn't expect to encounter a man and a woman with three horses cutting across open ground around Batten.
In a fireless camp that night in a small gully, she remarked, "I can't live this way."
"What, sneaking around like this? Surrounded by people who would gut us unless they had the good sense to take us prisoner if they only knew we were here? You aren't having fun?" Geraden snorted softly. "Terisa, I'm surprised at you."
Actually, she was surprised at herself. Without warning, she was filled with a sense of how strange her circumstances were. Wasn't she Terisa Morgan, the passive girl who had typed sad letters for Reverend Thatcher until she had lost faith in him and his mission? Wasn't she the lonely woman who had decorated her apartment in mirrors because she didn't know any other way to prove she existed? So what was she doing here?--surrounded, as Geraden observed, by enemies; struggling across country on horseback in a nearly crazy effort to warn King Joyse that his wife had been abducted; so angry at Master Eremis that she couldn't think about it without trembling. What was she doing?
"So am I," she murmured; but Geraden had been teasing her, and she was serious. The night on all sides felt at once vast and subtle, too big to be faced, too cunning to be escaped. And the stars-- She knew in her bones that the city where her apartment was had nowhere near this many stars watching it. "Right now, it seems like there isn't another place in the universe farther away from where I used to live than this."
"Are you afraid?" he asked gently. "We still have a long way to go."
He wasn't talking about the distance to Orison.
"That's the funny part,"" she mused. "When I stop and take my pulse, I get the impression I've never been so scared in all my life. But when I think about where I came from"--my apartment, my job, my parents--"I think I've never been so brave."
After a while, he said, "It makes an amazing difference when you have good, clear reasons for what you're doing. I think I used to have so many accidents because I was confused. In conflict with myself."
She agreed, but she didn't say so. Instead, she said, "Don't get cocky. I saw you almost fall out of that tree."
That made him laugh. And his laughter always made her feel better.
