#the original post is in jest of course. though i do wish it were not so lopsided - esp with 8 hr days...

[datastate]

not enough hours that the human body can stay awake. tch. and yet i persist because i enjoy the rain far too much to become technological.

[vellatra]

Let the Conundrums Continue!

Tagged by the lovely @card-queen - thanks fren

And as far as other writers to tag, I don't know too many... how about @reneethegreatandpowerful , and @thethiefinwhite ? And anybody else who sees and wishes to participate, of course. :) (Don't feel pressured if you don't feel like it - or are too busy - or whatever! And there seem to be no rules here either so don't feel obligated to post original content either, if you'd rather do a fanfic!)

And now, for my random "snippet". :)

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I came home to an empty house. Now that my youngest sister was bound away, I had the whole place to myself.

It felt lonely.

“Maybe you should find a nice lady and settle down,” Shala had said earlier that day, as she balanced one of her three-year old twins on each hip. “You'd be a good father – I know that from experience.”

“Nah, he's too serious,” Retsub grunted into his drink, but I could hear the jest in his voice.

“Well, maybe I will then,” I said.

I had yet to find one, though.

But there was time yet. I was young.

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Five years later, I came home to an empty house and thought, “This place is too big. Maybe I should move.”

“Don't you ever get tired of the silence?” Shishlia had asked that afternoon.

“Hey, at least he can get a good night's sleep that way,” said Erniker, who was suffering from a lack of it due to their newest addition. “But maybe it would be good only up to a point.”

What point?

Well, there was still time to change things. I had my life ahead of me.

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Five more years later, I came home to an empty house. It was a smaller house, and closer to work. I had almost decided to just move into the castle at one point.

“There's tons of room here, y'know,” Aileev had pointed out that day, “and I'm always looking for somebody to hang out with. I mean, if you ever need company....”

I wasn't sure a teenage girl was quite the right “company” to keep though. I was pretty old for that.

But what about other company?

There was still room in this house.

But work was pressing. I didn't have time to look for somebody.

I still had time in my life... right?

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Ten years later, I came home to my empty little house and thought, “What if she were here too?”

“If anybody needs a friend, it's Mom,” I'd overheard Veelia say that morning.

“Maybe she needs a boyfriend,” said Faraena.

“Pfft, Mom, with a boyfriend?” Aileev snickered. “That's impossible.”

“Yeah, she'll have a hard time getting anybody, the way she dresses,” Faraena sighed. “So much for that gossip.”

I liked her.

“No,” I said aloud. It echoed through the empty room. “She's too good for this place. Too good for me.”

Besides, I was almost old enough to be her father.

It looked like my time was running out.

[thewayshedreamed]

Secrets Don’t Make Friends— Feysand AU

Prompt submission by Nonnie— Reverse fake dating au where everyone thinks you’re dating and you’re keeping it a secret, but you’re not.

Thank you to whoever sent this one in! I had an idea for Nessian, so I may post that one as well if y’all are interested! 

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It was another beautiful day in Velaris, and Feyre couldn't seem to focus on her newest project assignment for anything. She found herself gazing out of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the Sidra's soothing flow and mentally mixing her various paints to capture the unique color.

Unfortunately, her firm's newest client didn't care much for river paintings since they were paying for a full digital marketing overhaul. Truth be told, she didn’t hate her job as a creative director for the largest marketing firm in Velaris. It allowed her a steady income, let her flex her creativity to some capacity, and definitely kept her on her toes. She had started as a design team member with the firm several years ago upon graduating from Prythian U, and after several largely successful projects, she started to gain more responsibilities within the team. Once her team’s creative director, Amarantha, had moved on to another firm, Feyre had been promoted to her position.

She turned back to her computer screen, willing the motivation to hit her. Any moment now.

This was a typical pattern for her. Initiating a new project was always the hardest part, but once she got started, she tumbled down the proverbial rabbit hole. She just had to... start.

“Ughh,” Feyre lamented. “I wish I was halfway through this proposal already. I’m way better at that point in the project.”

”You are pretty worthless right now,” Lucien joked. Feyre offered a vulgar gesture in return, earning a hearty laugh from her friend.

Lucien left the marketing side of the firm about a year ago, itching for a different opportunity that would allow him to express himself more freely. He felt stifled by the business side of things; the numbers, the politics, the marketing director he worked under. Tamlin hadn’t been the absolute worst to him, but his leadership style didn’t align well with Lucien for the long-term. He had ended up as a member of Feyre’s team and seemed to fill a void they weren’t aware they had.

“I can’t be that mad at you, to be honest. You’re not wrong,” she replied. “Maybe I need caffeine to get out of the post-lunch slump.”

”Someone say caffeine?”

Rhysand Vila approached, perching on the corner of Feyre’s desk. He was wearing dark khaki slacks with a black button down, rolled up to the elbows. At some point, he had ditched his tie in favor of an open neckline, likely free of meetings for the rest of the day. His casual appearance didn’t readily identify him as one of the firm’s most successful marketing directors, but his authenticity was one of the things that extended his influence the most.

Rhysand’s marketing team often collaborated with Feyre’s creative one, and they managed to create some of the most well-balanced projects within the firm. They worked so flawlessly together that they were starting to become almost exclusively paired, much to the chagrin of some of the other teams. Not only were their proposals solid, their presentations were engaging and convincing. Their perspectives on the projects, combined with their mutual respect of the other’s contributions, presented a solid, united front that built trust with their clients.

Through long work hours and multiple business trips across Prythian, Rhysand had become one of Feyre’s dear friends. When they’d originally started working together, his cockiness had grated her nerves to the nth degree, but she realized over time that it was mostly in jest. In truth, Rhysand was kind-hearted, cared deeply for the people in his life, and an incredibly supportive partner on client projects.

They’d fallen into a comfortable kind of friendship, and they’d only gotten closer with time. He’d confided in her about the toxic relationship he and Amarantha had foolishly found themselves in, and he’d listened to her never-ending rants about her brief coupling with Tamlin, nothing but understanding all over his face.

“I think a coffee run is a necessity,” Feyre said, playfulness dancing across her features.

“I left my wallet in my desk. I’ll go grab it. Meet you at the elevator?” Rhysand asked as he walked backward toward his office.

“Sounds good!” she replied. She turned to Lucien. “You coming?”

He had an odd look on his face, smirk included. She gave him a questioning look, and he let out a low chuckle. “Nah. But if I give you my card, will you grab something for me?”

”Why wouldn’t you just come? I’m not your coffee bitch, Vanserra.” That earned a full laugh.

”And I would never assume you to be. If I’m going to take a break, I don’t feel like being third wheel, is all.” The confused look returned to her face, and he continued. “Feyre, stop. It’s not my company either of you want on this little coffee date. You and Rhysand can go about your charade with anyone else, but you’re not getting that shit by me. It’s fine— you two are great together. I just can’t figure out why you insist on the secret.”

Feyre’s expression morphed into a stunned one, and it took her a few seconds to decide on a response. She and Rhysand had never crossed any lines beyond platonic, so all of this was news to her.

”Luce, I’m not sure who your source was for that little nugget of info, but don’t trust them with anything incredibly important in the future. They’re way off,” she assured him. “Text me your coffee order.”

She made her way to the elevator, finding Rhysand propped against the wall on his shoulder. He was scrolling through his phone, stray black hair falling across his brow, looking as if he couldn’t be bothered by the work day. Once the elevator made it to their floor, they stepped inside and found themselves sharing with Morrigan Reina. She was head of Human Resources, absolutely stunning, and Rhysand’s cousin. She had to admit, their genetic pool was quite impressive, all things considered. She was his opposite in every way with her brown eyes and blonde hair, but they shared immaculate bone structure and a certain elegance. Objectively speaking.

“Well, hi! This elevator ride just got way more fun. How’s is going, Rhysie? Fey?” Her dark eyes sparkled, dancing over Rhysand’s face. She raised her eyebrows at him slightly, silently communicating with him in that way only family can.

”Oh, come off it, Mor. We’re on a coffee run. Care to join?” Something in his tone seemed oddly like a challenge. She realized she hadn’t yet answered Morrigan but felt like a response of “Doing well” would seem out of context, since Rhys had already transitioned away from greetings. She deciding on standing there awkwardly, pretending not to feel incredibly intimidated by this woman in the elevator.

“So sweet of you, but I’ll have to take a rain check. This is my floor actually. Unfortunately, I have a termination meeting to attend. Have some for me!” She brushed her cheek against his in a mock kiss. “Good seeing you, Feyre!” She disappeared so quickly that Feyre started to doubt if she was ever there in the first place.

“Awfully prickly with your dear cousin this afternoon, Rhysie,” she teased.

”Well, dearest Mor can be quite the busy body and likes to think she knows all of my secrets.” He gave a small eye roll, but the smirk on his face gave his affection away.

“You have my attention. I think it’s only fair that I’m let in on this little secret.”

She swore the tops of his bronze ears turned slightly pink. “I assure you I’m not that interesting, Feyre Darling.”

As if on cue, the elevator chimed, and they were walking into their building’s lobby. The coffee shop was right next door, so they made their way there quickly. Within 10 minutes, they had their coffees in hand and were sharing an elevator with a small crowd on their way back to work. Feyre regretted that she wasn’t able to press Rhys for his secrets anymore but supposed it was for the best.

He took the long way to his office in order to drop her off at her desk. She set Lucien’s coffee down on his desk with just enough force to startle him out of his work, earning a laugh from Rhys. Lucien simply glared at her before mumbling his thanks and taking a long pull of coffee.

“Well, Feyre Darling, this is where I leave you.”

Lucien eyed her over his coffee lid, lowering it slowly as he paid full attention to their exchange.

Feyre chuckled, ignoring Lucien altogether. “Thanks for returning me safely. I fully intend on pulling at least one secret from you on the next trip, though. You’ve been warned.”

His violet eyes bore into hers, amusement all over his face. “Do your worst,” he replied, winking at her as he sipped his coffee and walked away.

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Coffee seemed to be just the inspiration Feyre needed to hit her creative stride for the afternoon. She finally managed to land on a prospective theme for the new account, and she was busy making some rough sketches on her drawing tablet. A booming voice called out to her from down the hall, and she recognized it immediately as Tamlin. Of course he would recruit her attention once she was finally feeling productive.

“Feyre, could you come down as soon as you’re free? I’d like you to do a consult with Ianthe.”

She forced herself to refrain from rolling her eyes, trying her best to be diplomatic.

“Sure, Tamlin. Be there in a bit.”

He hesitated at his office door, poorly masking his impatience when she didn’t immediately jump out of her chair. Typical.

She was already annoyed at his loud declaration across the office that he was asking her to give feedback on another creative director’s work. She didn’t feel particularly protective over Ianthe. It was just poor form, and it set the tone for resentment with no true reason.

Finally, she stood and made her way to his office. He was in his office chair, Ianthe pointing to various items of interest on a flat screen mounted to the wall. She greeted Feyre politely, but it didn’t seem like she was all to keen on getting her feedback.

“What can I help with?” Feyre offered.

“I wanted to see what you thought about the account we’re working on. Considering that you’ve been monopolized by Vila for months, I thought I could at least get a brief consult,” he explained.

Feyre decided to mentally count how many underhanded comments she’d endure over the course of this meeting.

One.

”Sure. What’s up?”

Ianthe launched into the cliff notes of her project, Tamlin contributing nothing the entire time.

“I’m sure you’re probably swamped with whatever you’re working on Feyre, so I appreciate you taking time to look at what I’ve put together.” Ianthe seemed genuine enough. She wasn’t sure if she trusted her, but she felt bad for her all the same.

Before she could respond, Tamlin inserted himself. “Oh, she’s definitely seems busy. Just not sure how much of it is work-related.” Her head snapped toward him, eyes blazing. She steadied herself and turned her attention back to Ianthe to try and keep this meeting on track.

Two.

”Honestly, Ianthe, I think you have a great proposal overall. My only suggestion is that you consider a different color focus. Your primary color for the logo is red, and that happens to be the main color of their largest competitor’s logo as well,” she stated, ignoring Tamlin entirely.

He started to say something about her input, but she quickly interrupted him.

“How unfortunate that the person responsible for doing the relevant market research into any competitors didn’t think that to be relevant intel to bring to the project,” she finished, eyes gravitating back to Tamlin’s face.

”Good catch,” Ianthe said simply.

“It’s happened to me before, too. Don’t create too much additional work for yourself. Maybe see about pulling one of your coordinating colors forward instead, and see how that plays out. No need to reinvent the wheel.”

”I’m not sure how you’ve managed to convince Vila to do all that extra legwork on your behalf, but it sounds like you’re awfully convincing,” Tamlin seethed. He couldn’t help himself, it seemed.

Three.

It was quiet for several uncomfortable seconds. As if on cue, her savior himself appeared in Tamlin’s doorway, a friendly smile on his face just for her. He knocked with his knuckle as he glanced around the room.

“Sorry for interrupting. Feyre, could you stop by my office before you head out today? Nothing big. Our last account sent an email asking for some minor changes, and I wanted to get your input before I tell them anything,” he said.

“Of course, Rhys. I’ll be there in a second,” she replied. He gave her one of his dazzling smiles, that rogue strand of hair kissing his brow yet again. When he walked away, she immediately felt compelled to follow him, as if he took the light straight out of the room when he left.

“You may go, Ianthe,” Tamlin stated dryly. She quickly excused herself, repeating her thanks to Feyre on the way out.

“You realize you two are partners— she doesn’t work for you.”

“Our dynamic is hardly your business, Feyre.” He wasn’t exactly wrong, but she hated the way he spoke to people who worked with him. It had always bothered her.

“Says the guy who all but insinuated that I’m putting out to get Rhys to be a good partner on projects. You’re unbelievable.”

“All of the speculation that circulates around this office regarding you and Rhysand, and you’re caught on what I’ve said? Feyre, sweetie. I thought we were past this.”

”It seems as though the lot of you aren’t busy enough if you have all this time to discuss whether Rhys and I have some secret affair happening under your noses. Maybe if you put half that effort into your job duties, you’d be an almost decent partner to Ianthe,” she snapped.

“You shouldn’t concern yourself with me and Ianthe. We’ll work together in whatever way works for us. Plus, you basically belong to Rhys now, so you won’t have to worry over having to work with the likes of me.” The way he mockingly said Rhys’ name made her want to punch him in the throat.

She turned on her heel to leave, so angry that she didn’t trust herself to respond professionally. Once she got to the doorway, she found the words rolling off her tongue without a conscious thought.

“I ‘belong’ to no one. Your problem is that you see people as assets rather than building relationships. You should consider incorporating a little humanity into your leadership. You may find yourself a little less miserable to work for or be around. From now on, Ianthe can address me directly if she needs me. You, sir, can fuck off.”

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Feyre made her way directly to Rhysand’s office, still fuming. She probably needed a quick break on the roof to clear her head, but it was already 4:30. She didn’t want to make Rhys stay late so that she could pout properly. Although, he’d probably do that for her if she asked.

She approached his door, knocking lightly when she saw he was on the phone. He waved her in as he finished his call. He let out a polite chuckle at whomever was on the line, and she wondered how even his contrived laughter sounded almost musical.

“Absolutely. I’ll see you for lunch tomorrow. Bye.” He placed the receiver of his office phone into the cradle and faced her fully.

“Hey there, Feyre Darling. Thanks for saving some time for me today. I hope I didn’t overstep, but I wasn’t sure when if I’d be able to catch you later.” He leaned back in his chair, propped his elbow on the arm rest, and cupped his large hand to run it over his face. So he was tired, too.

Feyre let out a low chuckle. “You’re my hero, basically. Your timing was absolutely perfect. Never hesitate to interrupt if Tamlin is the person I’m talking to.”

His bright, violet eyes seemed to linger on her face. “I wouldn’t mind hearing you laugh again,” he mused. “It’s become one of my favorite sounds, I think.”

She couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face, and she found one mirrored on his own. She cleared her throat, unsure how to tame the butterflies she was experiencing at his words.

“Shall we?” She motioned to his computer, and he nodded. She pulled her chair to his desk so that she could see, but he forced her to switch with him, insisting she take control of moving through the project.

She wasn’t sure if she was reading way too much into the weird comments she had heard today about her and Rhys, but she was acutely aware of his thigh so close to hers. It was far enough that they weren’t flush, but she could feel the heat radiating off of him in the most distracting way.

He already had the project pulled up on the screen and asked her to move through the document to the place of the proposed changes. He reached across her slightly to point at something, and she was instantly immersed in his scent. She found it oddly comforting, if she was honest with herself.

“So what do you think? Is it a simple fix? Or would this be something beyond the originally contracted rate? If it’s going to take you some time, I think it’s appropriate that we negotiate an additional fee, especially considering we’ve just initiated another large account.”

”Mmm. It’s been a while. Mind if I play with it for a minute?” she asked.

”Yeah, for sure. Take your time,” he said, leaning back in his chair as she worked.

Several minutes passed in excruciating silence, causing Feyre to break out in nervous laughter.

“You can talk to me, you know. It’s eerily quiet in here,” she joked.

He huffed a laugh. ”Hmm, okay. Anything particularly interesting around the office today?”

She thought immediately of her conversations with Lucien and Tamlin, and she couldn’t help but include their interaction with Mor in the elevator on the list. It really was such a weird day.

She worked for a couple of seconds before she replied. “It was quite the day, to say the least. I learned a lot about myself via the grapevine.”

”You mean to tell me there’s gossip in this office?”

”This very one,” she replied through a laugh.

“This is the part where you tell me what’s been said about you, Darling.”

She big her bottom lip, nervous of how he would react. “Well, it’s not exclusive to me. It has to do with you, too.” Her eyes never left the computer screen as she spoke.

“I like how that looks,” he said in regard to her edits, jumping straight back into their original conversation. “Now you have to tell me, especially if I’m involved.”

He offered a small poke to her ribs, laughing at her jerking away from him and the glare it earned. “Spill, Archeron.”

Before she could chicken out, she described her interaction with Lucien prior to their coffee run. He went entirely still as she spoke, eyes trained on the screen. When she finished, he said, “I see. I bet Lucien thinks he’s quite clever, then... Oh wait, I like that better.” He pointed to a small change she made.

He seemed so indifferent, and despite her attempts to the contrary, it bothered her that he was acting so cavalier. She had to check herself, remembering how ridiculous she had found the comments only a handful of hours ago. It was certainly unfair to have expectations of him being that she had barely finished processing this afternoon’s events.

“Yeah, I guess he’s pretty proud of himself. I don’t know how much he believed me when I told him he was off-base, but time will tell, I guess.” She immediately launched into her interaction with Tamlin, outlining the full interaction for him.

His jaw was tense throughout the story, and she could see his shoulders tighten when she would share a particularly tasteless thing Tamlin said. They tended to stay out of each others’ ways, so sometimes it was easy to forget how much animosity existed between the two of them. She finished the entire story, and decided to wrap up everything in a brief summary.

”So yeah, according to Lucien and Tamlin, you and I are hiding a super secret little office affair. But apparently we’re really bad at it, because everyone knows.” She let out a long breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding. His response was swift.

“Well, that’s fucking ridiculous.” He stated, so matter of fact. “Go back to that one really quick— if you don’t mind.” His eyes never left the screen. All business, all of a sudden.

Okay. Now, his indifference stung. She thought she knew Rhysand well enough that he would cushion the blow better than this if he were totally shooting her down. She didn’t like how detached he was, and come to think of it, it’s not like she had offered herself to him anyway. For all he knew, she could find the idea of them dating totally repulsive.

“You could do a lot worse for yourself, you know,” she said, anger bubbling to the service. She saw his head snap toward her, but she refused to look at him.

”What?”

”I know you could walk out of this office and take your pick, but you could do worse for yourself than me. It can’t be that ‘fucking ridiculous’.” She clenched her jaw to force herself to stop talking and breathe.

He sat there looking at her, his attention to the project entirely derailed.

“Feyre...” he started.

”It’s late. I’ll finish looking at this tomorrow. Could you save the changes and upload to the cloud? I think I can make quick work of it.”

”Would you look at me, please?”

She let go of the computer mouse and covered her face with both hands. She rubbed her face roughly as she spoke.

“I’m just tired, Rhysand. I didn’t mean to snap at you. Just forget I said anything. Really, I’m okay.” She didn’t want to see the pity in his face or listen to any explanations. She just needed to get out of there.

She felt one of his hands grip softly around the wrist closest to him as he turned the chair to get her to face him. She kept her face covered, leaning forward, and he had the nerve to laugh softly at her.

“You are such a stubborn, difficult woman sometimes, Feyre Darling.” He gripped her other wrist with his free hand and pulled her hands away from her face. She was too tired to fight him on it, so she let him. She fixed her gaze on his thighs, not entirely prepared for what his expression would show.

“Please look at me,” he whispered. She melted at the tone of his voice, imploring her to make eye contact, and raised her eyes to meet his.

He rubbed slow circles on the sensitive underside of her wrists as he spoke. “In no way, is the idea of me being with you ridiculous. What is so ridiculous to me, Darling, is the idea that I could ever be with you and delude myself into thinking I could keep it a secret,” he murmured, the sincerity in his expression overwhelming her. She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, readying himself to finish. “Cauldron, Feyre. If you ever let me love you... I wouldn’t have it in me to contain it.”

She was frozen in her chair, in total disbelief. Once she finally regained control of herself, she reached her hand up to smooth his hair back into place. His eyes fluttered shut at the contact.

“That piece of hair has been driving me insane all day long,” she whispered. She was closer now, so much closer to him than she had ever been. She dropped her hand back to her lap to find his again.

His eyes popped open, traveling across her face and landing on her full lips. She watched his tongue dart out of his mouth slightly to wet his own before she regained eye contact. She leaned forward a little more, his hand coming up to brush her hair behind her ear. He cupped her face, running his thumb across her cheek.

“Feyre?” It was barely a whisper, but it was everything.

She subtly nodded her head, and his lips were on hers. He was slow, near reverent as he kissed her, and she leaned in to him, craving more contact. He slid his hand a little farther back so that his fingers could find their home in her hair, just behind her ear. She braced her hand on his forearm, and he pulled her face into his, only slightly, to deepen the kiss.

She let out a quiet whimper as Rhys angled himself to better capture her mouth, and just like that, she was gone. She no longer registered that they were in Rhys’ office or that his door was still open from when she arrived. As far as she was concerned, the world began and ended with them.

They both missed the quick footsteps as Lucien passed by on his way back to his desk from a meeting. They were entirely unaware of his halt as he realized what he’d witnessed and his prompt back peddling. It was when they heard his quiet rasp that they startled, breaking apart only millimeters.

”I fucking knew it!” he whisper-screamed, obviously pleased with himself.

True to Rhysand’s nature, he seemed totally unfazed by Lucien’s discovering them. He brushed his nose over Feyre’s, a grin spreading across his beautiful face.

”Fuck off, Lucien,” he crooned playfully.

His mouth was on hers yet again, neither of them noticing the soft click of the door as Lucien backed out of the office.

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Just a bit of Feysand fluff for y’all! Feel free to keep the prompts coming, and let me know if you have a particular pairing or mood in mind ☺️

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[quillyfied]

Fanfic Writer 20 Questions

tagged by @shakespearevillain! Much thanks!

My AO3, because that's the only link I have the energy to provide, folks :P

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

135, according to the internet. That seems like a lot.

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

957,125. Oh heck guys that's not too far off from a truly staggering number that I can't process XD

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Um...thirteen, if you take out the duplicates. In order of content, it's Homestuck, Good Omens, Dice Camera Action, The Adventure Zone, Avatar: Legend of Korra, Twilight, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Powerpuff Girls, Red vs Blue, Sherlock BBC, Avengers, Pokemon Sun and Moon, and Harry Potter. Mind, this is just what's posted on AO3...though even the stuff that's not on AO3 and never will be is mostly here. I think there's some various anime fandoms that got some stuff. Maybe some Phineas and Ferb, some Kick Buttowski.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Let's see...

1. Snake Children, or Snildren, (Good Omens, Wiggleverse)

2. Snake Cottage, or Snottage, (Good Omens, Wiggleverse

3. Comfort and Joy (Good Omens, Wiggleverse collab with OlwenDylluan)

4. running into the sun (but i'm running behind) (The Adventure Zone: Balance)

5. Broken Crowns (Homestuck)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I try to! Don't always succeed or have the spoons, but especially sweet or thoughtful comments I try to give some semblance of response to. I cherish every single comment, even if I don't always respond.

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Ha. Um. Probably "Ashes", a Twilight fic from Marcus' point of view about losing Didyme. Entirely canon-compliant and canon-driven, which is probably why it ends so sadly. If we're talking off AO3, I'd have to go digging and I have no such time.

7. do you write crossovers?

No, not really; I've done it by very special occasional request. Of course, you have to define a crossover these days, bc to me, a crossover is shoving two fandoms in the same space and making them interact with each other, but some people tag their AU fanfics as crossovers when it's just "insert characters from fandom A into world of fandom B" and that's...not a crossover. That's an AU. Regardless: no. I don't write these.

8. have you ever received hate on a fic?

Kinda? Had one comment where someone said "i am going to kill you" and that's it so I had no context for if it was a playful jest or a statement of intent and I reacted as if it were the second XD (Also had one fic where the story didn't turn out how a reader was expecting and my collaborator and I knew from their comments that they probably weren't going to like what was coming up and they didn't, and there was some small bit of friction over it, but that wasn't really hate.)

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

No.

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Kinda? I had someone post a fic from forums/deviantART to FFN because I was young and thought I needed parental permission to make an FFN account (which I did not have, dad said no) and I had a reader who insisted the FFN crowd needed to read it and started posting it without my permission, but they didn't say it was mine until the author's note at the very end of the last chapter; at that point I finally had made an FFN account on my own and tried to insist the poster take it down since I was there now and could post it myself but they didn't reply. I reported it on FFN but nothing was ever done about it and the poster never replied to my messages. Far as I know it might still be there and I'm resigned to it.

11. have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! Would be cool, but I'm not holding my breath XD

12. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Oh yeah, all the time now!

13. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

Oh boy. Coming from a veteran shipper, this is quite the question. Naruto/Hinata (from Naruto) and Toph/Sokka (from Avatar: The Last Airbender) were my first big OTPs and I will always love them and have a special place in my heart for them. But I don't know if I can pick a FAVORITE. All my ships are precious.

14. whats a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I wish I could have finished Broken Crowns and its prequel (and maybe the possible sequel I was toying with). That was a fun experiment in flying by the seat of my pants, and the first thing I've ever written that was so big it broke Spellcheck, but ultimately falling out of the Homestuck fandom and losing interest in the project were the death of it. I'm glad I was able to provide a "here's where this was going" chapter, at least, so many fics that fall by the wayside don't get that and it's such a great thing to do for readers.

15. what are your writing strengths?

I think I'm best at character voices and dialogue, and maybe the occasional witty turn of phrase. Also technical polish; sure, my plots are contrived and the characterization might be dodgy but by gum at least my commas are mostly in the right spots and everything is spelled correctly XD (Given that as a reader grammatical errors are what throw me off and distract and irritate me most, I think my own writing evolved to not distract myself with that, at least.)

16. what are your writing weaknesses?

Oh, boy. Settings, I think. Describing settings. And finishing long-form work that's in any way original. Long fic based off another story/movie/whatever? Easy peasy, got an outline all ready to go and tailor-made. Long fic based off my own random ideas? Um...help??

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Since I only know one of them, I am scared stiff to try it XD Google translate can only take you so far.

18. what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Very, very first? Probably either Disney or Luigi's Mansion. Published on the internet? Harry Potter.

19. what’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh, gosh. I have such love in my heart for many of my own works, which is pleasant and comforting and a nice change from visceral self-loathing, but if I had to pick a few (because heck no I can't just pick one)...the Sherlockbound series I wrote for Homestuck, "i have loved the stars too fondly" for The Adventure Zone: Balance, Suboptimal Omens for DCA, and probably a million oneshots along the way that have helped me work things out and figure myself out as an artist and as a person.

20. who do you tag?

I tag anyone who's looking at this and thinking "gosh, that would be fun." You can even tag me in the post. Blanket permission. Do it!

[imagine-loki]

Pride and Prejudice

TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 48 AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.     RATING: Mature   NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.

I literally have this written with over a week and just as a tab on my computer but I suffer from ITS, Idiotic Thoughts Syndrome which makes me really mentally weird and my mind tells me no one likes my stuff, I just had a few people message me over the last day about this telling me they love it which forced me to feel like I am letting them down if I don't post it which, by the way, is sometimes the best way to motivate my shitty ass, so yeah, it needs saying, if you like this, please let me know, it actually gets me to upload new chapters. I have some written, so...yeah.

Tags - @skulliebythesea​ @asimovethroughthisworld​ @blackcherry26-blog​ @we-shadowhunter2901

As expected, no sooner was it announced that Laufey would not die as king, there was a multitude of reactions, not all positive. Many saw it as merely making official what had been occurring for some time. Loki had been the one to deal with the majority of court matters, so it made sense for him to simply rise to the task officially. Others felt it went against tradition, and that was not something they could accept. Ella heard the word tradition so many times, it stopped being more than sounds after a while. She commented into Loki’s ear something that made him chuckle causing the room to focus on him.

“Does something amuse you, Prince Loki?” Igor was a cantankerous old Jotunn at the best of times but the flaunting of such a tradition irked him all the more.

“Yes, actually it does. My mate made a funny comment on this matter.” He answered honestly.

“And what did she say that has you seeing fit to laugh at me?” The Jotnar glared at Ella, who smirked back.

Loki looked down at her, still smiling himself and asked her silently which of them would answer, seeing her smirk grow slightly, he looked forward again to see Igor’s reaction as her statement became known.

“I stated that tradition when used simply to continue impractical practices, is merely aggressive guilt into coercion via the deceased.” Her words were clear and concise.

“I think it an accurate yet amusing statement, don’t you?” Loki chuckled to Igor.

“Coming from an Aesir, whose traditions are beyond rigid and deemed of importance…”

“I do not recall bringing any such traditions with me, have I? And do you not think that if such a statement were to be true, then surely I would be the best placed to say such with validity, no?” Ella asked, her voice calm and light.

Igor silenced, knowing there was no adequate response to such a statement. It was becoming increasingly clear to the court and all those in it that Loki’s mate was not some mindless silent demure Aesir princess with no opinions or mind to voice them but an able wordsmith who tied up far better speakers and minds than him so he silenced rather than make a fool of himself.

“Whether or not the court agrees, it is occurring, I am too old, too weak. The realm needs a fresh face and mind as we welcome in our new era of prosperity,” Laufey declared. “So this coming full moon, my son will take my place on the throne.”

Both Loki and Ella were slightly startled by that statement, neither had expected it to be so soon. Loki because he did not think he would have so little time to mentally prepare, while Ella wondered how the realm would prepare for such an occasion in so little time. She was unsure how they would do so.

*

Her first decision was to send a seidr message to her mother. They conversed at length regarding the matter. She altered her appearance so that her mother could not tell she was carrying a child. Though Frigga disliked the cold of Jotunheim, even with her seidr, she immediately began readying for the journey there. Ella felt as though it would be best to tell her parents face to face about her impending parenthood so she said nothing of the matter. She knew they would come for such an event, not only because of her father’s role as Allfather but as a manner of publicly showing support for the marriage he placed his daughter in.

When she had finished speaking with her mother, she paced slightly, something she often did when anxious and this caused her to feel incredibly so. She never tried to show her concerns, she learnt from a young age to never let anyone see her in such a manner. Frigga and Odin were masters of such also, never letting anyone see you fret or worry but as easy as it had become to mask such expressions outside, they still turmoiled within her. She toyed with her hands also, something her father long noted she had inherited from her mother, his comments to his wife to cease it before one of their children picked up the habit long being joined by ones to Ella to cease also.

“What are you doing?”

The sound of another joining her caused Ella to yelp slightly and turn around. Seeing Loki looking at her curiously, she shook her head. “What?”

“I asked what are you doing?”

“Doing?”

“You are like a caged beast, pacing and all but frantic, looking to escape. You also yelped in shock, nothing seems to sneak up on you.”

“I’m not…”

“You are. Is something the matter?”

“Of course n...” He raised a brow. Ella sighed, remembering her promise to remain honest, regardless of anything else. “I informed my parents informally about what is occurring. I know that they will be given the news officially in the near future but…”

“How did you do that?” Loki had not heard the Bifrost blast through the quiet realm.

“I explained that in the throne room before, via seidr.” She explained. “I use mine, my mother uses hers and the Bifrost guardian, Heimdall, makes it so we can connect them, even through the realms.”

“So the Guardian can hear what you speak of?”

“Heimdall sees everything, there is little point in trying to hide from him.”

“Then why did he not tell the Allfather about when you were ill?” Loki asked, wondering why the guardian had not alerted anyone on either realm as to Ella’s condition.

“I did not let him see me, what he saw was what I wished for him to see, I suspect he was able to see me when I fell unconscious, I don’t know, I never asked him.”

“But you said…” Loki ceased speaking as soon as he noted the ever so slight smirk on Ella’s face. “I give up.” He raised his hands like one that was defeated causing Ella to look at him curiously. “You...you come across as this outwardly perfectly unassuming, dare I say it, boring princess who does nothing untoward. When you came here I genuinely thought you to be an idiot or dim at the very least, truly I did. I thought you to be someone who could not fathom ever even considering breaking the rules but instead, you are tricking the All-Seeing Guardian, even when you do nothing of note.”

“I do not like the idea of someone watching me all the time. How was I supposed to sneak out of the palace if I could be reported to my father?”

“You...” Loki shook his head again. “Of course, you did. I have a miscreant for a mate. That child will do nothing but guarantee I am balder than any Jotnar of full blood with the stress of his actions,” Loki growled.

Ella found herself snorting slightly at his exasperation. “If you must know, I have something of a reputation as a trickster on my old realm. My parents used to get very irked.”

“I do not doubt it.” Ella grinned at him causing him to shake his head slightly. “I fear what sort of terror we have put in you.” Loki eyed her stomach warily causing Ella to laugh.

“You had begun to realise who I am before you willingly did that.”

“First and foremost, you did not tell me how great a delinquent you were in advance,” He pointed out. “Secondly, I alone did not create the situation by which you came to carry our son, you were very much an active part of the process.” Ella beamed proudly at him. “You are not the same creature brought here to be my mate,” He declared. “You sent a copy, didn’t you? Then you wandered along when you felt like it and released your true self on the realm.”

Ella shook her head slightly as she chuckled. “No, that genuinely was me, just recall that you did not wish to speak with me and I could not simply walk up to the Jotnar that clearly loathed me beyond words and introduce myself as the Trickster Princess, could I?”

“It would have been interesting if you had.”

Ella laughed slightly before her face turned into a frown and she placed a hand to her side.

Loki immediately ceased his jestful behaviour and rushed over to her worriedly. “Are you alright?”

Ella took his hand and placed it to where she had her own a moment before.

Loki had been expecting perhaps to feel the child move, he was not prepared firstly for her touch to be colder than his but also to feel a slight pulse of something go through his hand. “What is that?”

“He is unconsciously using his seidr.”

“What?”

“I think he thinks me to be too warm and his seidr is attempting to cool his environs to something more to his liking.” She frowned as she looked down before her own seidr glowed slightly. “That should keep him satisfied for now.” She paused for a moment, waiting to see if there would be any other form of reaction from within her but there was nothing more, satisfied, she gave a nod.

Loki’s had yet to remove his hand from her stomach. He had been about to do so when he felt a little nudge against it. He chuckled slightly. “What have we created? He has your demeanour.”

“Then we can rest assured that Jotunheim will have two great kings to come, starting on the next full moon.” Ella looked him in the eye as she spoke, hoping to convey her sincerity as she did so. Loki swallowed. “Why in the realms are you nervous? You were made for this.”

“I do not wish to leave him down. To not be everything everyone expects. What if I fail?”

“Loki, you are an incredible being. You will be a truly great king and will not repeat our fathers’ mistakes. Your reign will be a glorious one. You are benevolent and fair and Jotunheim will prosper like never before under your rule.” She held her hands against his face, forcing him to look at her. “You will not fail.” She stated. “And if you are at risk of it, I will be there to make sure you do not. I’ll keep you on the path.” He chuckled slightly leaning down to have their noses touch as he had them do before, his eyes closed and a content sigh as he did so, his hand still on her stomach where his son moved. Ella, since the last time he had done so, had come to learn from Greta that it was the closest form of Jotnar contact to a loving embrace. Hearing that had caused her to question why Loki would do such a thing with her. She came to the conclusion that the relief in the coming of an heir had made him do it, with this second time, she was not so certain.

[thephant0mime]

Dragon Age Origins Fanfiction

So recently, I’ve looked at the first fanfiction I’ve written three years ago as I’m struck with a case of low motivation to continue my current projects. I’m currently struggling with making my writing immersive but the problem is, I have a weird reaction to that. A beta reader once told me to write it through my character’s senses because my current writing is not making readers connect with the character. Problem is, when I try to write as if I’m in my characters’ head, it feels weirdly violating, Like I’m committing mind rape to them. Probably because I write my characters as If they’re real, and I just give them the plot for them to react to it and I to record what they do with it. My characters rarely end up as I intended at first. So this immersion thing really messes up our dynamic and it’s affecting my current works to the point I’ve stopped writing altogether.

Anyway, I read my old finished fanfiction again and while I think it’s not as good as I thought then, it also surprised me. I’ve forgotten some of the old jokes and it made me laugh both because I enjoy it and surprised that I’ve actually wrote those funny things. Then an idea to solve my current problem appeared in my head and I’m testing it out to see if it works.

This is only an excerpt, but I’m planning a rework of my old fic for publication soon. It’s about the Fifth Blight and narrated by Philliam, A Bard wrote it like an interview style/non-fiction book. The old fic in question: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13074672/chapters/29909850

Chapter 2

Paragons are the elite of dwarven society and their symbol of dwarven excellence. They are the equivalent of gods in our society, for dwarves worship their ancestors and they consider paragons a living Ancestor, carrying the wisdom and will of the departed ones. They can be drawn from any caste, even the casteless, which is the only way one can change their caste upward. The house of one of our heroes was descended from such a Paragon.

The Noble House of Aeducan was founded when their ancestor became a Paragon for leading the dwarves against the darkspawn during the Fifth Blight and saved their race. Currently, they were the ruling, royal house of Orzammar, of which our hero belongs. 

Now he would have told his tale from when he was recruited into the wardens, but that would not give us an idea of his character. Coaxing him to start during his time in Orzammar before his recruitment was difficult, as I understood it was painful for him to recount those events the most, but I managed it, as you shall see.

Thorin Aeducan’s story:

I am Thorin Aeducan, the second child of King Endrin Aeducan. I have two brothers; Trian was the eldest and the heir apparent and Bhelen the youngest. We grew up close as only boys do, until our coming of age where we went to our separate ways; Trian to train under our father to succeed him and me and Bhelen off to the army and lead them against the eternal threat of darkspawn. Fighting in the Deep Roads wasn’t much to Bhelen’s liking and went off to live like a pampered prince in the Diamond Quarter. I, meanwhile, see no better life than among those who fight and shed bled with each other.

Probably the first sign I had that everything would change for me occurred on the day I was ordered back by my Father to the city to honor my work in the Deep Roads. It started harmless enough, in my room at the palace, as Gorim assisted me in dressing up for the feast. I donned the antique armor of my grandfather which was more showy than practical. The burnished metal was too bright, the metal too thin and the shape too bulky. Looking at my reflection, I could see I was uncomfortable in it. My body was accustomed to my regular armor, which I think was molded from spending too much time fighting it grew callused to make them fit. While not-ill fitting, the ceremonial armor I was wearing was sending danger signals in my mind which I could not shake as Gorim laughing softly behind me, in the same spirit as if he just caught me wearing my grandmother’s gowns.

“Not to your taste, my lord?” he asked, dressed decently in armor that was as not as pretentious as the one I was wearing. His grin made even his wide face wider and his whole face was effusive as the light from the torch was caught in his simply styled, but neat, copper hair.

I looked away from my reflection to his smiling face as he held a matching antique sword in his hand. Then I looked down on myself. “This belongs in the Shaperate,” I said, as I readjust the straps of the gauntlet again.

“Hardly, my lord. If you’re concerned about it breaking apart due to age, then worry not. It was crafted by excellent smiths whose skill is still unsurpassed by anyone alive. It would certainly withstand some bit of walking.”

I groaned. “Not that. It just feels…wrong. This,” I pointed in the mirror at the shoulder guard, which was comically large enough to use as a shield, “isn’t something I’d think to be good to wear. How am I supposed to move in this thing?”

“That was the point. It’s meant to catch attention as fast as possible,” Gorim said, stepping closer to my side. “Its size was supposed to show the breadth of your strength and power and make everyone looking at you fall in awe. Which is perfect for the feast your father threw for you. We can’t have our celebrant looking unremarkable now can’t we?”

I shook my head at their silliness. My regular armors were perfectly fine.

“Now, do you wish to wear your shield to the feast?”

“Yes. Let me see them as the warrior I am and not some dressed-up spoiled prince,” I said as I gestured at my reflection. The shield on my back might calm me enough not to notice what I was wearing in time for the party. A shield saved me plenty of times in the Deep Roads when I sometimes lose my grip on my sword, and nothing was more comforting by the feel of it on my back.

“That would surely tell the nobles that you are a warrior if they hadn’t known already,” Gorim snarked. I shrugged that off. Gorim was more jesting of his lord than other seconds but I don’t mind it. No one was more faithful and more trustworthy than he.

Gorim stopped grinning at last and his tone was serious when he spoke again. “Moving on to the business at hand, the king expects you to make an appearance at the feast, but there’s no rush. The noble family heads will spend hours boring your father with petitions and petty grievances.”

“And you’re suggesting we do something else?”

“Well, as part of the celebrations, permits have been auctioned off to members of the Merchant Caste who wished to sell wares in the Diamond Quarter. Lord Harrowmont has also opened up the Provings for young warriors to test their mettle before the upcoming battle.”

I considered it. Though I would have liked to watch the Provings, it just served in the past for lesser nobles to push their petitions by chatting with me, hoping I’d pass it to my father’s ears. Though I discouraged them at every turn, still they persist so I never enjoyed watching at all.

“The Proving sounds appealing but I’d rather not meet other nobles until it’s time. Let’s go have a look at the Diamond Quarter.”

Gorim bowed. “As you wish, my lord. The day is ours until the feast.”

I cast one look at my room. It was sparsely furnished and decorated, for I rarely use it but today, it was filled with gifts from my friends, other noble houses, commoners whose names I do not know and even from my men who I left in the Deep Roads. Even though they could not leave their post as I did, they still managed to send gifts to me. We sneaked out the palace, bypassing the hall where my father was entertaining his subjects and emerged onto the Diamond Quarter. I huff with satisfaction as I saw the city laid out, sparkling like a well cut jewel. The Diamond Quarter was laid out with two wings on each side and the proving ground jutting out in the middle while the lava flowing below lit bathed everything in warm light. Our ancestors have hewn the rock of this cavern to make our home; in sharp lines, hard walls, and strong pillars.

Every day, the city grows in beauty and I cannot be prouder.

“Shall we take a look at the stalls, my lord?” Gorim gently prompted me.

I smiled at him to excuse my lapse. “Of course.”

We walked down the steps towards the ground at the left of the palace, which was filled with stalls selling all kinds of dwarven crafts in honor of the Proving today. As soon as I appeared, everyone acknowledged my presence through the gradual lessening of their talk.

The previously spacious ground was now filled to bursting with stalls selling every kind of merchandise from the city and the surface. A shop selling dwarven weapons and armor was placed next to one selling human-made trinkets. Behind a rack of smithing tools was a cabinet filled with surfacer curiosities.  And tables with sumptuous food from the surface. Bottles of wine and beer known to people.

We dwarves mostly produce what we need, but we could never beat the surfacers in terms of food and cloth. They have simply far more variety up there and I briefly wondered how they could have it. From what Duncan told me, the surface was wide open, with no ceiling, and seemed to stretch from side to side, seemingly without end, so they had more crops than I could count with my fingers. Though Duncan never lied to me, I always thought what he said about the surface as ridiculous. An infinite space like that; however did it not manage to break up and fall apart?

Currently, I was looking at a display of surfacer cloths with the owner standing attentively at my side. I have little use for it as I’m rarely out of armor, save for leather and cotton, but the stall owner has many interesting types displayed today.

 “A bolt for your lady, my lord?” he inquired. “We have all manner of cloths she will surely love: wool and velvet from Ferelden, silk from Orlais, cotton, and linen from the Free marches. If you would like something more special, we have embroidered bolts at the back in silver and gold thread. We also have ones appliqued with gems. Just let me get to it.”

I smiled at his insinuation of a mistress. Before I could speak, Gorim spoke. “You are too familiar, merchant,” he scolded the shopkeeper. “This is your prince who you’re talking to and you ought to pay him more respect.”

“It’s alright, Gorim,” I said as the merchant began to cower and mutter his apologies. I smiled wider to reassure him. “No harm done.”

The merchant started to stammer. “Apologies my lord. I wanted to please you so badly that I-”

“It’s alright. I took no offense.”

He nearly fell to his knees. “Oh, thank you, my lord.”

I drew back my hand at the silk bolt I was looking at. “Let me assure you; Your attention to me has pleased me enough that, if I were to be fortunate enough to have a wife, I surely would look for you to recommend to me an appropriate gift for her.”

He stammered effusively his thanks and with a nod, I and Gorim went to the next stall, which was selling something to my taste

“Greetings, my lord Aeducan,” the weapon seller called to me as we stepped in front of his goods. “I am so honored to have you visit my booths.” He stopped and looked as if he was about to say something. When I turned to look at his wares, he spoke, lowering his voice. “If you would excuse me, I have a…preposition but I dare not approach any further.”

I stared at his face in surprise. Gorim stepped closer and looked at the merchant likewise but with narrowed eyes. “Yet you dare now?”

“It’s alright,” I said to Gorim. “I’ll hear him out.”

Gorim nodded at me and turned back to the merchant. “Very well then. Speak.”

The merchant made himself smaller as he glanced around us. “Sorry. So nervous. I have a dagger made. For…you. As a gift for your first command. I, uh, sent a messenger to deliver the dagger to you but Prince Trian threw him out. I don’t know what offense he caused, but I had him beaten severely.”

Gorim and I glanced at each other. We both saw we had no idea why Trian would stop people from giving gifts to me. It was none of his business.

“I’m sure Trian has his reasons,” I said carefully.

He nodded, seemingly to accept my explanation. “Would you like to look at the dagger?”

“Of course.”

He smiled with extreme elation. “Oh, thank you, my lord. A thousand thanks to you. Here…” he bent down to retrieve a box on a drawer. He opened it, showing it to us. Inside nestled an extremely beautiful dagger on dark purple velvet. It was triangular-shaped, with the grip covered in druffalo leather. The guard was embossed with intricate designs and the blade shone dark like obsidian, I knew the blade was silverite just extremely polished to look like the glass. It was not merely decorative a fragile beauty belying its deadliness. 

I was silent in admiration. From what I can see, I have no complaints about its craftmanship.

“That’s an amazing piece merchant,” Gorim said, not quite keeping his awe out of his voice.

“You do me much honor ser,” the merchant replied, abashed. “The blade has been crafted over a period of two years by masters of every art. I wish to bless my lord’s first command and hope that someday, when he rules, he will wear it.”

I and Gorim went still as we both understood that the merchant was proposing treason. Dangerous words to speak aloud in the middle of the public market. If his messenger was just as careless as he, then Trian throwing him out was no mystery. 

“Trian is heir,” I reminded him gently, hoping that only his enthusiasm had led him to speak treason. “He will rule when my father your king returns to the Stone.”

“If the Assembly wills it,” he said, looking upward in the sign of our Ancestors. “Forgive me ser but whispers say that the second child of King Endrin will be chosen.”

“The whispers are wrong,” I said more strongly to impress in him his danger. “What they propose is treason and you would do well not to speak that aloud.”

The merchant paled.

“I was born a prince and I shall die a prince,” I added. “I have no wish to take the throne as long as Trian is alive to claim it. Pass it on to those who whispered to you and never speak of this again, for your own safety and those around you.”

The merchant bowed low. “Of course. Thank you my lord for warning me. But,” he looked with pain at the dagger in his hands, “what shall I do with this?”

The wise thing to do was to throw it in the lava but as I saw the way he looked at it as if it was his child, I reconsidered. We dwarves don’t treat our craftmanship lightly.

“I’ll take the dagger. I’ll wear it with pride when Trian ascends the throne.”

The merchant looked at me as if I’d just saved his family. I glanced at Gorim and he immediately held out his hands to take it from his hands. The merchant handed it over with reverent care, taking one final look at it, then turned to me, with tears in his eyes. “Thank you. You bring uncountable honor to me.”

I nodded my goodbye and we walked away from the stall. As soon as we’re out of earshot of the merchant, Gorim remarked. “What he meant is this will bring you uncountable gold to him if you wear that piece in public.”

I smiled at his cynicism. “Gorim, be kind to the poor man. He nearly lost his life today.”

“All for a bit of gold,” he answered and shook the package in his arms lightly. “Whispers, indeed. This is a princely gift. If Trian recognizes it, though, it may send the wrong message.” He then gave me a sideways look and added in a low voice, “Or the right one, depending on your view.”

I stopped walking to stare at him in shock. “Gorim, are you sincerely proposing…”

Gorim glanced around us and made his voice low, which, from the chatter of the people around us, would make his words intelligible to anyone but me. “My lord, you should know, though your humility prevents you so, that most people would want you to take your Father’s place instead of Prince Trian.”

I stared at him for a long while and I didn’t know I was holding my breath until it was forced out of me in coughing disbelief. “This is just a steaming pile of brontoshit.”

“I am not jesting, my lord. The army loves you, and the people too in the same way that they do. And the nobles would rather deal with you than with Prince Trian with his volatile temper.”

“Spawn’s balls, Gorim! I am not gonna take my brother’s birthright. My brother, who I love.”

Gorim clamped his lips tight as I looked at him with disbelief that he would dare say something extremely painful to me. “What kind of man do you think I am to think that I would do that?” I asked softly.

Gorim kept silent, looking at the ground in shame.

“Let’s speak no more of it,” I said with finality and we went to other stalls in silence.

While we peruse the next stall in a somber mood than the one we started in, we did not expect to run so early onto the one we were arguing about.

“Atrast vala, big brother. How surprising to run into you out among the common folk,” said a chirping voice to my left.

I turned around and found my younger brother, Bhelen. Despite his greeting, his pale face looked harried and the light blue eyes had no luster. It always was the case when he was with our elder brother, Trian, who was standing next to him, looking like his overgrown version. In contrast, Trian narrowed his eyes when he saw me and gave a deep huff, sending the braids in his light-colored beard to flutter. His face was set in hard lines of disapproval.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Gorim whipped the gift swiftly but deftly at his side, away from the view of my brothers, instead of holding it in front. I glanced at Bhelen quickly, who looked slightly guilty when he met my gaze then back to Trian. I knew immediately Bhelen used me as a distraction to our elder brother. Because Trian looked like he’s about to chew someone out.

“Especially since duty requires you to attend our father the king. Have you little respect for him to disregard his wishes on a day set for you?” he asked sharply at me.

Knew it. Before I can say anything, Gorim spoke up. “Lord Harrowmont assured me we wouldn’t be needed for hours at least-”

“Silence! If I want the opinion of my sibling’s second, I will ask for it,” Trian barked, cutting him off.

Gorim mumbled “Yes Your highness” and stepped back.

My brows drew together in reproof at Trian and I said, “Don’t speak to him like that.”

Trian raised his in surprise at my words then drew together in irritation. “I’ll speak to the lower houses and castes as they should be spoken to,” he said snittily.  

Stone, I love my brother but he makes it hard to be loyal.

“Now do as I say,” he added.

I gritted my teeth. “I will go at my leisure,” I said in a measured tone.

Trian stared at me with a shocked face for one moment, as if I’d sprouted another head, then he went red with rage. He stepped closer to me until we were face to face. “If I am king, you will never be allowed to act like that to me again,” he growled, keeping his eyes on me to make me cower. But I stared back hard without flinching, even as a crowd formed around us. Nothing Trian can do to me will scare me after what I’ve endured in the Deep Roads.

“Come, Bhelen,” he said finally, snapping his fingers. Bhelen looked at me, sheepishly, then followed like a dog to our brother’s retreating back. The crowd around us parted out of the way for them, then looked back at me uncertainly.

“It’s just a quarrel with brothers,” Gorim said to them, smiling. “Everyone back to business.” As we watch the crowd disperse reluctantly, Gorim turned to me and said “That was fun. Nothing like being talked down by the next king.”

“He had better not be like that when he is king. The nobles won’t stand a tyrant,” I said, looking on until the heads of my brothers were lost among the crowd.

“Oh? What has your brother done now?”

I turned at the speaker and was pleased with what I’ve found. Finally, a person I like to talk to. “Nerav. Stone met,” I greeted and bowed to a woman dressed fashionably in silk and sable.

Lady Nerav, daughter of Lord Helmi. Also my betrothed.

I’ve seen her many times dressed in a smith’s apron with soot on her face and looked mostly at home with that, but she had no problem being decked out in her best for an occasion.

I gave a look at Gorim to give us some privacy and he retreated to a respectful distance. Then I gestured at her if she would take a stroll with me. She accepted with a smile on her full cheeks and we headed leisurely away from the stalls. Immediately, she asked me about Trian.

I sighed. “He has been throwing his weight again. Reminding each and every noble that he is the firstborn Aeducan, as if they didn’t know already,” I said.

She nodded sagely. “As he should, since the election is coming up. He must be anxious.”

“Yes, skittish as a nug in a dwarven kitchen. I just wish he doesn’t shat on us all while he’s at it.”

She laughed. “Oh Thorin, you were always my favorite.”

“Oh? I had competition?” I teased.

“Plenty. But before you, there’s just no comparison.”

“Good to know. Embarrassing, otherwise. Not looking forward to talking to your father why you chose me and not the others.”

“Oh, don’t worry about my father. I think he loves you more than I do.”

“Hmm. I like my chances. At least I wouldn’t expect him on our wedding day threatening to disembowel me if I did anything funny to you.”

“If you did anything funny to me, I think he’d still adore you.”

I chuckled. This was why I was going to marry her. She had a sensible head on her shoulders and share the same humor as I. We had been friends since childhood and when his father dropped hints that it was time for him to marry, I never hesitated to ask her.

We arrived near the railing overlooking the flowing lava. She leaned on it, the warm light shining on her face and on her dark hair like a halo, and I thought she grew up very beautifully. She is the only woman I’ve spent more time with and I wondered why marrying her never entered my head until she told me one day that I had the right of first refusal for her hand. For many years, she said.

“About the wedding, I want to talk to you about something and you’re not going to like it,” I said.

She turned to me still with that charming, teasing look on her face. “Oh? Is this the part where we tell each other’s dirty secrets? Like you always leave your clothes on the floor so I should expect to pick it up after you forever?”

“Save it when we’re married. This is more pressing.”

She stopped her teasing and waited.

I took a breath before announcing it. “We’re going to postpone the wedding.”

“What?” she yelled, as I expected. I wasn’t aware of the preparations for our wedding but I knew enough that she had worked long on it.

“At least until Trian is crowned. I didn’t like the look I got from him when I announced our engagement.” He looked like he was about to kill me then my bethroted. My brother wasn’t a particular favorite with the nobles, and seeing me, his younger brother, being the toast of Orzammar in alliance with one of the strongest noble houses, must have turned his mood sour.

When we were children, we were thick as thieves and Trian wasn’t this volatile back then. Now that we’re grown, he looked at everyone with suspicion and acted as if everyone was in conspiracy against him all the time. Even his family. And I had no idea why we’ve come to this.

“So we’re not getting married because your brother looked you wrong?” Nerav mocked, drawing her arms across her chest as she pouted.

“Don’t be like that,” I said to her. “We’re still getting married, just later. I don’t want to get married while Trian is in a foul mood. He might crash the cake.”

“Poor cake. I think I should tell the baker to make it from granite.”

“Yeah, tell him to come to me. I think I could find plenty of that in the Deep Roads.”

We shared a laugh, as we always do.

Nerav seemed to be pacified enough about her work being postponed and spoke with the same cheer as before she knew about it. “So, I have work to do, telling everyone the wedding is delayed. And what would the handsome groom do?”

“I’m going back to the Deep Roads, at least, until the election is over. I find I like hearing more of my men’s snoring than Trian’s tirades.”

“So I’m going to play the part of the pining lover?”

“Yes, you do that marvelously, the way you polish your ax.”

She laughed for a while then grew serious. She looked at me with slyness in her eyes. “Don’t you think he has other reasons for being …testy?”

“Like what?”

“Like there having a stronger contender for the throne?”

“There’s no one else who has a stronger claim than he has. Lord Harromont may try, but he’s too loyal to my father. The other noble houses may, but they don’t come close to my family in terms of prestige and honor.”

“Maybe it doesn’t have to be from another house. Maybe it comes from someone who had the esteem of both the noble and warrior caste by his fearless campaigns against the darkspawn.”

I sighed, a deep rumble. “Ancestors, not you too.”

She cocked her head quizzically. “Not me too?”

I glanced at Gorim. She followed it and turned back to me, understanding on her face.

I rubbed at my temple. “What idiot pushed my name forward?”

“It’s been talked about by everyone. If you were just born first, the deshyrs would accept you as king without a murmur.”

“Well, I’m not the firstborn. Trian is. And I would never go for the throne. Not while Trian lives.”

She nodded, looking down, hiding her face from me, and pressing her lips together. I could sense she thought I was just being stubborn and so annoyed at me.

“Besides, I’m not that fond of sitting on my ass all day listening to nobles argue about who owed money to whom,” I added, turning the conversation light as before.

“Well said,” she said flatly as she raised her head and turned away to continue looking around the city.

I gave a sidelong glance at her. “And don’t you want to be Queen?”

She smiled at me. “Well no, I’m not that fond of being Queen, nudging my husband the King awake while the nobles argue about who owed money to whom.”

I laughed. “So there it is; my dirty little secret. You’re going to marry an unambitious man. There’s still time to get out of the wedding if you have second thoughts,” I teased.

“The second thoughts that I have is the color of my wedding dress but the rest of it,” she leaned close and kissed my cheek, “I have no doubts.”

[bluesunsdusk]

✏️ Any particular reason for the names you used for your ocs?

✏️ Any particular reason for the names you used for your ocs?

–// I have a lot of ocs, so I will pick some. It’s going to be long either way… ))

Overwatch

Najma (Najma Daher)

When Naj was first made, they had Prima as placeholder name and their kit was based around light, but I struggled to really place them in the universe. They were still based in Oasis, with sumerian aesthetic, and they were an AU for a fandomless oc. I was still trying to pick where the heck they were from. I added Najma as possible name because it means star and is Arabic. As they finally developed to suit the universe more and be an own character, the name stuck, because I like it and they are a warm person and the sun keeps us alive, and Naj was made to help keep someone alive. Dunia, their owner, was named to reflect her meaning in Naj’s life. Dunia was their whole reason for existing, their world, their life. 

Najma coincidentally also works for…other reasons.

Najma’s code name, Nazar, comes from that their abilities are most effective when looking into their lights and optics, which flare up when they use their ult as well. Their optics are also blue.The evil eye, which causes harm upon those who have been struck by it.

I think Daher meant clear. Najma does’t actually have a surname, as they are not a member of the family rather than just property of said family. However, I still wanted the surname to be something with a tiny bit of a fitting meaning. Rather than doing it by naming conventions used with Mamun, I went with them just having just a family name, much in Europe and the US. I also kept it to just two names this time.

Mamun Wasif Said

Mamun had a long list of names on his hero sheet. See, the given name is an aspiratory trait, the second the father’s name, and the third the grandfather’s name or family name. In Mamun’s case, Said is his grandfather’s name. So, that means Mamun’s dad is called Wasif. Gien names he could have been Majdi (commendable, praiseworthy), Marwan, Naseer, etc. His surname could have been Assaf, Kassar, Al-Mansur (the victorious), or Nasrallah (god’s victory). Now, I am not at all close to being an expert on arabic naming conventions, so I was like let’s keep it simple. 

Now, Mamun is supposed to be a tank hero and his character design was made to emphasise that he is a soft and huggable man who deserves the whole world. He needed to look sweet,warm, trustworthy, and dependable. Mamun is a name that feels like it has soft edges. It’s gentle. There’s no hard tones in it. Mamun means dependable, which is something he wants to be and his parents would have wanted him to be as well. A good son, brother, and eventually (if he so wished) husband. 

I forgot what Wasif meant… I think I just liked how it sounded with Mamun compared to the other names listed along with it. I matched several names that were listed on his hero sheet behind Mamun and they didn’t sound nearly as good with it as Wasif did. It means ‘one who praises’.

Said was just a good name to follow Mamun Wasif with. It just wraps it up nicely when I wanted three names in there. It means happy. 

Spigel

Spigel’s name is explained in his bio, I think. The name is given because he’s able to copy the appearance of a person and uses this after eliminating them to blend into a faction he’s trying to infiltrate or wipe out. It takes observation of mannerisms, appearance, speech patterns, etc. to do a convincing guise, and once that is done, it will be like looking into a mirror for the target.

He was always called Spigel because that’s Luxembourgish for mirror. Sure, it’s not smart for the assassin to take a nickname from his own personal origin, but…it’s fine if a guy from Luxembourg gave him that nickname rather than him giving himself said nickname.

Roland Marie Schroeder 

Roland is a pretty common name in Luxembourg, and Marie is a common middle name. I liked Roland as a name, because is seems warm and strong, and Roland is a quiet dude at times, but even though he’s pretty small as well, he can take up a lot of social space just by being a little… dramatic. He would have liked the name because it is, as Monty Python would say, woody. At least, I think it was Monty Python, I’m not sure anymore and can’t find it.

Michael Abatangelo 

Michael was the general of the archangels, and putting Michael together with Abatangelo makes it sound close to Michelangelo. Though, the latter was on accident and I was like yep that’s his name now. I went through several names I don’t really remember. Michael was a strong name that also sounded pleasant.

Fable

Aidan Fawkes

Aidan is an Irish name that means fire. I didn’t know quite what to call him. I didn’t want a name that was just big strong man large energy. It needed to sound not too thick, in a way, maybe a little light to suit his personality. He also had a lot of energy growing up and was a sweet guy. 

His father’s name is actually Mac Lochlainn. That’s a reference and not chosen for the meaning because it’s not used on Aidan. Also, it’s just really nice sounding surname. His grandma on his father’s side’s surname was Kelly. A very common surname where they were from. Anyway, Aidan’s dad didn’t want his kids to have the disadvantage of having a foreign surname. The given names, however, weren’t too odd, and both of his parents did want to give him a link with his father’s heritage in their names. Furthermore, he was born with red hair. 

As such, Aidan was given as his name, and he was bestowed with the surname of his mother, Fawkes. I picked Fawkes because 1) It sounds good with Aidan 2) it means falcon, making his name fire falcon 3) Guy Fawkes. 

Duncan Reynold 

I know the hero in Fable 2 is called Sparrow. However, that is a title/nickname, not a legit name. Surely, his parents, whom Sparrow canonically knew, gave him a real name. I wanted him to have a legit name. I wanted him to be of scottish-type origin. Now, Duncan has tanned skin from being out and stuff and dark hair. He’s also a brawny guy. He would have picked himself a pretty awesome name that feels strong, also… it has can in it, because he can do it. I jest. 

Duncan is a mix of two parts. Together, these parts form a name meaning dark-haired warrior or dark warrior. Of course, he doesn’t know that. He just thinks it’s an awesome name. 

Reynold is a carry over from trying to give king Logan a surname. It’s also a mix or two elements, advice and rule. English meaning is wise/powerful ruler (or something like that. It can also be advice from a ruler or king’s advisor, but let’s ignore that). While Duncan was that, Logan eventually proved not be.

Mass Effect

Medesa Adrestis

It’s actually from Medusa, because she’s a bit of a protector who gets spun into a villain because of the methods she uses to protect herself and others, which is often violent and rather fatal, since slave traders deserve no rights. I think there was something else, but I forgot… Oh, right! Her surname, Adrestis. I saved it in my drafts and idk if it’s still there…

I looked it up to jog my mind!

It’s from Adrestia and Adrasteia, and I didn’t want to name her exactly after that despite Asari names looking painfully ancient Greek inspired and very feminine. 

Adrestia is a figure from Greek mythology, she who cannot be escaped, venerated as a goddess of revolt and just retribution. Adrasteia, “inescapable”, was a nymph charged with taking care of a child Zeus. Medesa was charged with taking care of Toreg. 

Vicarius Hzzek and Lictor Kgrln

So, I won’t explain their names, because I assume Kett names are either just ID codes or can’t be easily changed into a more human tongue. I will go for their titles, though I believe I have explained it in a hc post before. Kett ranks seem based on Roman Empire influences, as is a part of their culture in general. They have Cardinals, Archons, Anointed, Ascendants. These seem religious. A Vicarius is a word that means substitute or deputy. It’s the root of the English word “vicar” as well and is used in things like vice-president. Anyway, Hzzek is a secondary to a Cardinal, making her vice-cardinal of an exaltation facility. 

As for Lictor, this comes from another Latin thing. A Lictor is a type of bodyguard to a magistrate. Kgrln is one of Hzzek’s Destined, who is also assigned with escorting and guarding her. He does this together with other Destined who would also be of the Lictor role/title. 

Dragon Age

Kata

Kata used to be an arvaarad and he considered himself the death of many a saarebas. That, and he is an assassin type, like a katari. He brings death to those who try to oppose him with violence, so basically he’s still death, just to other people now that he’s no longer in the qun. It’s sort of a method of intimidation. If a qunari is told they’re about to meet death, they might reconsider their current course. 

Kost

Kost had another name, aban, which probably means sea, when going by “Meraad astaarit, meraad itwasit, aban aqun.” Which means “The tide rises, the tide falls, the sea is unchanged.” He chose it, because the sea is unchanging and also clam. He was the same after leaving the qun as he was when he left. 

Eventually, however, he changed his name to Kost, after staying with a group of Tal-Vashoth who helped him become less stuck in his qun ways and more able to see himself as a person. He came to be at peace with himself and took on the task of assisting some other new Tal-Vashoth in the process. As such, he took on the name Kost, “peace”, to reflect this. 

[rudderless-in-an-ocean-of-stars]

a matter of circumstance, a General Danvers fanfiction | part one

Back at it with the Supergirl fanfiction I really shouldn’t be writing with exams coming up. :)

Find it here on Ao3.

Summary:

Astra In-Ze follows the red string around her wrist across galaxies.

OR

The General Danvers Soulmate!AU nobody asked for.

A/N: Follows a list of 50 one word prompts. Will be posted in five chapters filling in ten words each.

01. hidden

Even though she knows that no one else can see it, Astra wears long sleeves to keep the crimson string around her wrist hidden.

No one else on Krypton has one, not even Alura. She knows this because she has asked, and the memory of her twin’s wide-eyed confusion and worry at her words still makes her feel sick even now, days later.

They are identical in every other way except this, and it unsettles Astra like nothing else does. So she wears long sleeves and tries not to notice any little flashes of red in the periphery of her vision when she moves.

02. flowers

She is eleven when tries to follow it, just to see where it might take her.

After leading her out of the house and into the gardens, the cord simply begins to stretch up into the sky and hopelessly out of reach.

Please Rao, she thinks, staring up at the distant red sun with pleading eyes. What is the point of tying this silly string around my wrist if I can’t even see where it ends?

If the Sun God has answers, He doesn’t see fit to share them with her.

After a moment, Astra lowers her gaze to glare down towards the ivory flowers bursting into bloom near her feet. She kicks at the soil with the tip of her shoe before turning back towards the house and stomping off to look for her data orb.

If Rao won’t give her an answer, she’ll find one herself.

It’s not until she’s halfway to the rooms she shares with Alura that she remembers to pull down her sleeve.

03. joy

When Alura tells her that she is going to be an aunt, Astra feels practically incandescent with joy.

“Jor-El and I have approval from the Council to implant our DNA into the Birthing Matrix as soon as we like,” Alura continues, beaming. “We want you to be there with us when our child is ready to be born.”

“Rao himself would not be able to keep me away on that blessed day,” Astra vows, reaching out to drag her sister into a fierce embrace.

Astra herself has never considered petitioning for a child- her commitment to the military guild supersedes any glimmer of maternal desire she might feel- but Alura? Alura has been dreaming of this enough for the both of them.

The right to use the Matrix Orb is a privilege on Krypton, one that is granted sparingly to the population. Astra and Alura’s birth was a happy accident for their House, but their shared existence had been an accident nonetheless.

The first and only set of twins born in generations since the complete implementation of the Matrix.

They were widely considered to be a gift granted by Rao to an already-prestigious family. Yet another blessing upon the honored House of Ze.

But sometimes, Astra can’t help but wonder if the red string around her wrist is proof that she is cursed.

That between the both of them, Alura is the child who was meant to born.

And that Astra was never supposed to exist.

04. lock

When she rises to the position of General, Astra decides to make a change.

It’s time, she thinks, for something to be different.

For there to be a distinction between her and her sister that goes beyond the robes they wear for the guilds they belong to and the lives they have chosen to lead. For something to truly set them apart from one another. For something that goes beyond the red string that only Astra can see.

She goes out into the city within hours of the celebration the Military Guild hosts in honor of her newly elevated rank and stumbles into the nearest modification shop, a heady mixture of Thanagarian alcohol and determination swirling through her veins.

When she catches sight of the pure white streak in the mirror the next morning and actually remembers asking to have a single lock of her hair permanently stripped of all color, she doesn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.

In the end she does both, but even as tears roll down her cheeks, Astra finds herself smiling.

05. wound

Astra almost bleeds out once, on the barren ground of a desert planet.

Medical officers get to her in time to keep the hole in her side from killing her, but the damage is severe enough to leave her superiors ground her on Krypton for an entire month. The boredom, at times, makes Astra almost wish they’d just let her die right there on the scorched earth.

She says as much to her sister from her sickbed, bemoaning the fact that even with access to the best medics on the planet, she is stuck on bed rest for the considerable future.

“Two weeks trapped in this bed!” Astra would turn to bury her face in the pillows piled around her if the motion didn’t risk disturbing the healing wound in her side. She settles for groaning dramatically at the ceiling of the room. “Death would have been a greater relief.”

“Astra!” Her sister’s hologram glares down at her, a mixture of shock and exasperation written across her features. “Rao help us all, you shouldn’t say such things. It’s a miracle you survived!”

“Aluraaaaa,” Astra sing-songs back, rolling her eyes. “I’m well-aware of that fact.”

“If you had died,” Alura continues in a huff, ignoring her sister’s words entirely, “You would have left your future niece without an aunt and me without a sister! Is that what you want?”

“No, ‘Lura, of course not. It was said in jest. I’m just tired of being stuck in this bed.” She tries to look suitably repentant. “Forgive me?”

Alura’s irritation melts away in an instant. Of the pair of them, Alura has always had a softer, more understanding heart. The combination of her easy empathy and brilliant mind has made her one of the district’s most favored adjudicators. She wouldn’t be surprised to see Alura rise to the position of Councilor in the Lawmaker’s Guild within a few years. Meanwhile Astra’s ability to hold a grudge has managed to earn her quite a bit of infamy in certain circles.

“Well it just so happens that I am making a batch of your favorite stew today,” Alura replies, smiling. “And if you promise to stop being so dour, I might be persuaded to bring you some.”

Astra smiles back.

As much as she struggles with being the shadow to her sister’s light, loving Alura has always been as easy as breathing.

06. promise

Astra has never been one to scare easily, but catching sight of a red string around her baby niece’s wrist makes her heart nearly stutter to a stop in her chest.

“Sister?” Zor-El places a steadying hand on Astra’s elbow and she resists the urge to shrug it off and flee the room. “Are you well?”

There is nothing to be solved by running away, so she forces herself to relax. It takes considerably more time and effort than it should to convince her lungs to let her breathe normally again.

“Of course.” She gestures to the sleeping baby cradled in Alura’s arms and feigns a look of apprehension. “I just didn’t expect her to be quite so small!”

Her brother-in-law bursts out laughing, and just as quickly quiets down when his wife shoots him a stern look.

“Only you, Astra, would be more fearful in the face of a tiny babe than a battlefield,” he says in a stage-whisper.

She grabs hold of the unwittingly offered excuse with both hands.

“In my defense, I was trained for that. Holding babies? Not so much.”

Alura steps closer, and Astra works hard to keep her gaze from drifting back down to the newborn’s wrist.

“Here,” she says, holding the swaddled infant out towards Astra. “It’s easy, you’ll see.”

And, surprisingly, it is.

“Have you decided on a name?” Astra trails a finger down the cheek of the still-sleeping baby now being held securely against her chest with her free hand. “I can’t very well keep calling her ‘little one’ as she grows.”

“Kara,” Alura replies, stepping back to kiss her husband’s cheek. Zor-El wraps an arm around Alura’s waist in response and pulls her close, eyes lighting up the same way they did when the pair first met. Even then, Astra knew he would make a good match for her sister. “Her name is Kara.”

Astra looks back at her niece, unable to resist the smile tugging at corners of her lips.

“Hello, little one,” she whispers, heart beating triple-time in her chest. “Hello, Kara.”

Right then and there, she makes a promise, a silent vow to herself and her niece.

By Rao’s light, I will find out the purpose of these crimson strings.

07. mind

Krypton is dying.

The planet’s core is unstable and decaying and had Astra not been in the archives that night, looking into the history of Krypton in the hopes of uncovering the origins of the red string around her wrist, she never would have found out until it was too late to change anything. The mystery of the strings can wait until her world is no longer about to implode.

She takes her research to her guild, then to the Council, but her words fall upon deaf ears.

No matter where she goes or who she tells, nobody listens.

“You are a great soldier, General In-Ze, but you are not a scientist,” Councilor Syra-Vex tells her. “Leave matters of the mind to the Science Guild.”

Astra only narrowly manages to resist the urge to slap the condescending smile off of the other woman’s face. She leaves the meeting as quickly as decorum allows, a plan beginning to take shape in the back of her brain.

Wrong as they were to dismiss her claims, Syra-Vex and the Council were right about one thing- Astra In-Ze is a great soldier. No one in the ranks of the Sagitari has managed to rise so far so fast in generations.

And if Astra cannot save her world with words, then she will have to do it by force.

08. ash

Astra fails.

Krypton burns.

Astra watches an entire world collapse from her cell in Fort Rozz and feels her heart turns to ash along with it.

09. delirious

She spends twenty-four years delirious with grief in the frozen void of the Phantom Zone, until the impossible happens and-

The ship moves.

Time starts.

And Astra lays on the floor of her cell and wishes someone would steer the whole prison into the red sun of her dead planet.

She doesn’t get her wish, but she does get the chance to save a new world the way she should have saved Krypton.

Under the light of a yellow sun, Astra finds that she is practically invincible. If Rao has seen fit to chain her to life instead of letting her die, she can at least make sure she lives for a purpose.

10. binds

The strings are everywhere on Earth.

Some are red, like hers, long and trailing. Some are grey and cut, hanging from a person’s wrist like something lifeless.

And some are short, stretching a slight distance between two people, crimson turning to gold whenever they touch.

Astra doesn’t quite know exactly what the strings mean yet, but every time she watches two people sharing a string interact in a way that makes it glow gold, she thinks she learns a little more.

The one thing she does know for sure is that all of strings are still invisible to everyone but her.

So Astra keeps watching the humans, fidgeting with the cord wrapped around her own wrist that no longer pulls up and away from her but leads off somewhere to the side. Even if it still did drift off into the sky, Astra can fly now. She could follow the string to the other end. To person who shares it with her.

She could meet them and touch them and watch the tie that binds them burn the most brilliant shade of gold.

Astra could do all of these things, but she doesn’t, because she doesn’t deserve it has a world to save.

A/N: Leave a review, hug a Kryptonian. :D

Word prompts from this chapter: hidden, flowers, joy, lock, wound, promise, mind, ash, delirious, binds

Once again, you can find this story here on Ao3. :)

[duhragonball]

One interesting thing about DBZ is that while it has some very emotional scenes, they're all about relationships a child could understand. Goku's sacrifice is all about father-son, Piccolo's sacrifice is all about a mix of father-son, student-mentor and older brother-younger brother, and Vegeta's sacrifice is of course all about father-son. Which is why it's kinda funny when people point to these scenes as examples of how DBZ was meant for older people than DBS...

I haven’t actually seen anyone try to make that case.   It wouldn’t surprise me, though, since fans always try to suggest that the older material was more mature than the newer stuff.

Way back in 1997, all these old farts on the comics newsgroups would piss and moan about how comics aren’t as good as they used to be.   This is why I’ve been reading old X-Men comics, because I never read them much at the time, but I was genuinely curious to see how the 80′s stuff held up compared to the 90′s stuff.  Turns out, the dinos were exaggerating, at least as far as I can tell.  The Claremont run (1975-1991) was groundbreaking, but it was also wordy and tedious, especially after the dust settled and the “All-New, All-Different X-Men” stopped being new and different.  Whenever a new writer would take over, I found I was always thrown off by how much more human the dialogue sounded.   Louise Simonson made the teenage girls on the New Mutants talk like actual teenage girls.  Scott Lobdell had Iceman tell a joke in one issue, and it was like finding water in a desert.     The 90′s comics have problems of their own, but a lot of the things people whined about on Usenet were things Claremont practically invented: constant plot danglers, excessive angst in place of character development, characters randomly switching allegiances, and everyone being snippy and self-righteous to one another.  The post-Claremont X-Men writers were just taking the ball and running with it.  

None of this surprised me, since I knew the Usenet dinos were full of it all along.   Because I was reading Superman comics in the 90′s, and so whenever they’d complain about Superman I’d know if they had a legitimate beef.  This one time someone waxed nostalgic for the days when Superman used to use his head and think out a problem instead of just relying on brute force.   And I pointed out that he just did that in Adventures of Superman #554.  In that issue, Superman was trying to stop this sewer-dwelling monster called “Ripper”, because the monster would sign its name whenever it killed people.   By the end of the story, Superman deduced that the creature was actually trying to communicate.   What everyone thought was the word “Ripper” was actually a pictogram that everyone had tragically misinterpreted.   And the guy I told this to was like “Oh, sorry, I misspoke.”   

That issue has stuck with me for a long time, and I’ve tried to be mindful of that lesson as I’ve gotten older.   Because these days I don’t know what the hell is going on in Superman comics.   I dropped them in 2009 because of a terrible storyline where Superman stopped appearing in most of his books, and then when he came back I realized that I wasn’t nearly interested enough to dive back in.  The reality was that I lost interest in Superman some time around 2004, but I just kept buying all his comics out of intertia.   So my knowledge of Superman continuity is about 14-years behind.    What this means is that I have no business lecturing any current Superman readers about what’s wrong with the books they’re reading.   I wish Superman would read the red underwear again, but it’d be foolish of me to say “Well, Superman should have the Fortress of Solitude in Antarctica like he used to.”  Because for all I know the modern comics have put it back there already.  And even if it’s someplace else, how do I know that isn’t better?  If the current audience likes it, and I don’t keep up with it, what does it matter if I approve or not? 

That’s the bullshit older people like to peddle.  It’s just egocentrism disguised as “elderly wisdom” or “tradition”.   The only reason I liked the Fortress of Solitude in Antarctica is because I think Antarctica is cooler than the Arctic Ocean.    The Fortress used to be at the North Pole, which always bugged me because the South Pole has a continent underneath it.  Also, Antarctica is much colder and more remote, so it just makes more sense to me as a place for Superman to go when he wants to be alone.   But it’s purely a matter of opinion, and there’s no factual basis for one location being better than the other.  For a while, Superman had his Fortress inside a tessarect, like Doctor Who’s police box, so he could literally put it anywhere he liked.  For a while he had it stowed in the globe on top of the Daily Planet building.   

Now, I could try to suggest that’s a more “adult” way to approach the lore, but it’s not.   A tessarect is just as immature as Superman living next door to Santa Claus.   But I could try to play the age card and say “Well, I’m a mature adult, so if I think this then it must be the more mature approach.”  That’s crap, because in the 1940′s Superman didn’t even have a Fortress of Solitude.  If the oldest solutions are best, the whole idea of a Fortress is dumb.  The whole idea of Superman is dumb, since in the 1920′s he didn’t even exist.   By this line of reasoning we should be talking about the Rover Boys instead.  But when old people try to play that game, they’re not thinking about things older than their own experience.   They’re just trying to put their own experiences on a moral high ground. 

I think there’s a similar thing playing out with Dragon Ball this decade.  DBS is hit or miss, and fans are struggling to accept that their faves aren’t always going to be presented in the best manner possible.   I suppose I have seen people argue that DBS is nothing more than a cash-grab, a way for Toei to sell merchandise and toys, which would suggest that DBS is written in an overly childish way to appeal to the most impressionable demographics.  But that ignores the fact that the original Dragon Ball was a for-profit enterprise.    It’s not like Akira Toriyama was solely concerned with quality storytelling.   He was trying to sell comics to make a living, and a lot of what he did was designed to cater to his audience, just as DBS is trying to do now. 

It does sort of amuse me to think that DBZ is the more mature show, after years of hearing people complain that it’s too goofy or brainless.    Is it better than Dragon Ball Super?   Yeah, easily.  But it’s silly to try to reduce that comparison to a quick soundbyte.   The worst parts of Dragon Ball Super were boring, or had low production values, or the story just didn’t make a lot of sense.  Call it out for what it is.  Don’t try to turn it into some grand generalization about how they jest don’t make annie-may’s like they used ta. 

But a lot of people just can’t handle that concept.    I remember this conversation at work years ago when Harry Potter-mania was at its height, about reactionaries who thought the HP books promoted occult practices.  And I’m like, why can’t people just complain that they’re really badly written?  Not everything has to be about the corruption of the youth, or the decline of civilization.    Sometimes a piece of art is just a stinker, and nothing else needs to be said. 

[danganronpa-imagines]

Ultimate Forensics Doctor

Hello, ravenrainy! I deeply apologize for the very extended delay. I hope you are doing well and are taking care of yourself! Thank you so very much for your submission! Raven Black is so incredibly intriguing, and her qualities really set her apart! I am aware that you requested a stream of characters to react/respond to her, but I only offer my own original character, Yoite’s response. Please accept my sincerest apologies for miscommunicating! Thank you so much once again for this submission! I appreciate it with all of my heart! (I hope my response is not too underwhelming.)

Please do not copy or reuse Raven Black! She belongs to ravenrainy and them alone! Please do not copy or reuse Yoite Inoue! She belongs to me and myself alone! Thank you!

“Raven is rather mysterious, though I believe she is benign at heart.”

Because of her tendency to deceive others, Yoite is not certain how to feel about her, though she believes Raven must have her own reasons for doing so. Yoite deeply respects her dedication to the sciences and studying, a trait that is difficult to cultivate and habits that are even more difficult to maintain. Occasionally, the Ultimate Teacher would approach the Ultimate Forensics Doctor to try and learn more about her and help her out if she should need it.

She hopes to understand and grow close to Raven, simply because Yoite does not want her to be alone and be misunderstood by the others. Together, they enjoy discussing recent scientific discoveries and innovations.

Name:Raven Black Aliases:Doctor R. Title:Ultimate Forensics Doctor Age:17 years old

Gender:Female ♀️

Height:163cm (JP)              5'3" (ENG)

Weight:45 Kg

Birth Date:January 3rd♑

Chest Size:75cm

Blood Type:O,RH-

Execution available:Anatomical model

Likes:Autopsies,Anatomy,Animals,Video Games,Movies,Travelling,Aesthetics,Sarcasm,Science Jokes

Dislikes:Bugs,Condescending people,Physical effort,Doing sports

– Appearence —- Raven is quite a short girl with a slim figure, medium blue hair and dark eyes. Her uniform is a Navy Blue Tshirt,with a black skirt,black knee socks,black boots and a white lab coat. Her trademarks are her lab coat,a scalpel on her ear and her ‘K’ necklace. She carries drugs and basics First Aid gear in her pockets,just in case emergency strikes. Her hands are bandaged,due to various possible wounds she could receive during a problematic surgery,but she is no less skilled with a scalpel. She wears a ‘K’ necklace at all times.It was given to her by her older brother,Kyousuke,before she left to learn at Hope’s Peak Academy. In a Free Time event,she states that most people mistake that cursive ‘K’ letter with 'R’. Her brother gifted her his first katana on her 13th birthday,when she left to study and work abroad as a Forensics Doctor.

— Personality —

Raven is a calm and collected person who loves harmlessly deceiving people for the sake of Hope. Having a fascination with Sciences since very little,she started studying as much as she could,having a strong will to succeed and an ambition to be the very best and have her brother praise her. Despite her cold and logical façade,she loves subtly mocking people,saying harmless lies and faking her emotions. She never experienced any strong emotion until Hope’s Peak Academy/Killing Game took place,where her emotions finally became too comflicting and forgot her morals,letting her feelings take over her ration,potentially putting everyone in danger,in a Class trial.

– Backstory —

Being a sickly child,she was born with a leg-problem that made her have occasional difficulties in moving or running on long distances. Due to this condition,her parents had her home-schooled,then sent abroad,under better medical care and study conditions,where she legally changed her name to a Western one,so she won’t be embarrassed when people can’t pronounce her name,which she hides. When she was young,her brother had already started school and was barely home,and with her being alone all the time,she often wished to live a normal life.This,however,made her have strong beliefs in HOPE,and her brother became her ultimate HOPE symbol,which is why she would often jest and lie,especially to Monokuma,which greatly irks him.

— Trivia —

She chose her name by herself,due to a long-term fascination with death and Edgar Allan Poe. Her favourite book genres are fantasy,adventure,mystery and horror. Her favourite music genre is rock,but often listens to alternative stuff.

She loves aesthetics,so she tries as much as possible to look perfect to her own aeathetic,and whenever she travels,she takes multiple pictures and edits them,posting them on various social media platforms.

Staying inside for so long,her love for computers took the better of her,and she soon became a computer wizz and addicted to video games and the internet,with all its social networks. The occasions where she’s seen without her phone are extremely rare (she becomes highly irritated and nervous,as it was a great way to cope with anxiety).

Her most obvious quirks are biting her lip on aggressively ruffling her hair while thinking,or tapping her fingers and leg when nervous,waiting,or bored.

— Lab –

In her Lab,you can find all the new state-of-the-art medical technology,anatomical models,research inventions and a large variety of medicine. She often spends her time in her Lab as it became her safe Haven,and she can practice her passion with no restrictions,in peace,and nobody can bother her. As a downside,she often forgets to sleep or eat,which makes her weaker,without realizing.

“Hey~!Name’s Raven Black,I hope we can get along well!If you feel ill,please come to me.I’m a doctor,y'know~?”

“You can all escape if you just kill me…?Then just go ahead and kill me!I have no interesting or helpful talent,and my life spawn is below sea level,so I’m basically dead beat for you.”

“This is a school of Despair,so until I can bring Hope to everyone,I won’t give up!”

“My brother is my Ultimate Hope!I can’t give up,not now!Not ever!

“Fukawa might not be a hydrophobe,but she’s definitely not the Hydrophobic end of a lipidic membrane…”

“You…You killed her…why not me…?Why couldn’t you just execute us together…?I…I…am going to have a panic attack,please excuse me”

“*hysterical laughter*Oh,Monokuma,but this motive is rather hilarious!Do you really expect us to kill for such a pueril reason?Bullshit!”

“Your cortex must be rather…lean…neat…with no indentation…How dull.”

“Have your synapses stopped working?Cause you seem to be even more stupid than usual.”

“There are no words in this world that can discribe my complete disappointment.”

“Yes,yes,dangerous amd scary…But did you die?”

“I lie?Why yes,I do,what gave it away?My unphazed face,or my sarcastic tone?”

“*aggravated sigh*Get this OVER it!This Class Trial is so boring and uneventful!The culprit is obvious,the clues are obvious,the crime is obvious…So stop acting dumb on purpose!”

“Hope…Despair…Hope…Despair….Despair…Despair…Des…pair….Fuck!Brother…Brother I…No!Hope!I fight for the Hope!Hope!!”

“Ah I see…I’m a survivor…I’m Destiny’s Child…Then I guess ny talent was not useless after all.More or less.”

“BITCH,I CUT UP PEOPLE!DO YOU WANT TK END UP NEXT ON MY TABLE?”

“I’m calm…yes,I’m calm…don’t worry,I won’t kill anyone.”

“I just saved your life,so better stop acting like a horny schoolgirl and thank me!You owe me your life,so better start licking my shoes!…Of course,I’m only jesting,but you really pissed me off.”

“The plans was neatly planned,but you chose your allies terribly.I could have helped you escape from here…but no matter.As long as a detective is here,nobody has a chance to get away with murder.”

“I don’t know what love is…but what I do know,is that I care for you,and I will do anything in my power to keep you safe.”

“You useless cancerous cell!Sod off!”

“With Despair eradicated,we can start our new era of hope!”

“You think I’m lying?And so what if I am?Is it affecting you in any way?If not,then seal your mandibula shut and run away.”

“You’re lowering the IQ of the whole School,please,shut up,for everyone’s sake”.

“If I were to kill myself,I’d climb up your ego and jump down to your IQ.Instant death.”

If it’s okay,may I have the opinion from: You,Korekiyo,Kokichi,Byakuya,Nagito,Gundham,Chiaki,Kaede,Sonia,Celestia and Rantarou? (I forgot to ask the characyer limit,so just choose who you like from these ones ^^“ Sorryyyyyy) BUT H E Y Have some flowers :3 🌸🌹💐

[creativepoole]

Forbidden - Part Two - Air: The Loyal Book

'I haven't had iced tea for a long time.' The bearded man smiled politely as the silver tray and goblets of golden brew were set down in front of him. His green hood and cloak, draped over his shoulders, were reflected in the polished metal. Behind him was a window looking out over the First City, a place built of orange sandstone and covered with trees and bushes. The tower of the Guardian was high above. Seeing that his dark brown hair was untidy in the mirrored image, the man brushed it out of his face and behind his ears. His fringe was blown back into his eyes when a wind blew through the study, rattling books on their shelves and flapping paper on a desk in the corner.

The young boy, who entertained the older male, took up a goblet and handed it to his guest. He then sat. 'Then I am glad that I can be the first to serve you such a rarely enjoyed beverage.'

The man nodded in thanks. 'As am I, Emrick.'

'It has been a very long time since I have had guests, and coincidently, a very long time since I have had your company.' Emrick picked up the second goblet, making the item look larger than it actually was in his childish hands. He pressed the cup to his lips, tasting the tea. 'Mmm, very good.'

'It has been a long time, though you have not changed much.'

'Is that not how it has always been?' Emrick smiled and licked his lips. 'But you, you have changed. You went off into the world a boy, sixteen if I remember correctly.'

'You do.' The man replied.

'That would make you twenty-two now. How have the past six years treated you?'

'They have treated me well.' The man said as he placed his drink down on to the table. 'They have also treated me harshly.'

'Ah, but this is life!' Emrick leant back in his chair and kicked his feet back and forth underneath the table. 'The different experiences we have are what make us who we are, and you appear to be strong. Much stronger than the mucky youngster who once dirtied my halls.'

'Maybe...' The man rubbed his hands together. 'My hands are no longer dirty, but the filth has only been replaced by worse...'

Emrick looked at the sad eyes of the one who sat across from him. He attempted a comforting reply. 'We all have our issues, we should not dwell on them for long. How will we ever move on otherwise?'

'Should we not seek closure to our problems?' The man's dark eyes fixed on Emrick's own.

'Closure is important, if it can be obtained...' The young boy swallowed down a tense feeling in his throat. 'Otherwise we should not dwell, it is for the best.'

'I agree.' The man said as he broke his gaze.

Emrick sighed and brushed his hand through his blond hair. 'Good.' Pushing himself out from the table with a squeak of his chair, the young boy continued. 'You should relax, enjoy the city and enjoy my home as if it were your own.' He placed the goblets back on the tray and made to take them out of the study. 'You have only just arrived, so please, let us continue tomorrow. I would enjoy your presence for however long you may wish to stay with me, if you please?'

'Very well.' The man smiled.

'Good.' Emrick returned the smile and left the room.

The tower was warm this evening, the windows on the outside of the winding staircase allowed the sun to shine in and heat the sandstone during the day. Emrick soaked up the warmth through his feet. He rarely used footwear, preferring to feel the world against his soles. Additionally, he disliked heavy clothing, so he wore lightweight garments. Usually a white cotton tunic, which today was coloured peach in the reflected light of the building's brickwork.

Travelling down the tower's stairs, the small boy made his way to a wash room, where he would clean the tray and goblets. Once done, he returned to the study to find his guest leaning against the stone arch of the window, watching the streets below.

The man spoke as soon as Emrick entered, demonstrating his acute hearing. Even the soft steps of the child could not hide his small presence. 'It will soon be dark.'

'Indeed.' Replied Emrick. 'The time of the ritual is almost upon us.' The man was silent, maintaining his gaze out of the window. 'Would you like to join me?' Asked Emrick as he leant up against the table behind the bearded  fellow. 'The ritual does not take much time. Afterwards we can eat and enjoy the fireplace in the lower hall.'

The man looked back into the room. 'I would be happy to. It has been a long time since seeing the old tradition.'

'Wonderful! I will gather the equipment, please wait for me here.' The boy quickly exited the study, leaving the man to stare outside again.

Later, the two stepped on to the flat circular top of the tower from the steps that lead from below. The sun was low, casting long shadows across the city. The sky was red and orange, blending with the sandstone buildings of the great First City.

Emrick held a small bird cage in his left hand, a white dove nestled within. In his right was a brown leather roll, bound with black cord. He walked to the centre of the flat roof, where a white circle of a two metre diameter was painted, stood at the centre and placed the cage at his feet. The older male stood near the edge of the tower top and watched while Emrick conducted his ritual.

The leather roll was unbound and spread flat. Contained within was a short bladed knife and a number of coloured chalks, as well as sharpening tools for the blade. Emrick opened the bird cage and took the dove by its neck, he then moved the cage outside of the painted shape. The bird did not struggle. From the roll came a green chalk, which was used to write Emrick's name within the circle. At this point the bird began to flutter in Emrick's hand, so he tightened his grip.

The chalk was placed back into the roll and the knife was drawn. It had a simple wooden handle with a single edged, two inch blade. Without hesitation, without word, Emrick lifted the bird and blade above his head and into the last of the sunlight. The knife was plunged into the breast of the bird, turning white feathers to crimson. Death came quickly as the life force was drained from the animal and allowed to drip to the floor inside the white circle. It coated the chalk written name, masking the cursive script. With his naked foot, the child wiped over the chalk, using the blood to clean away all evidence of it ever being there. Then the daily ritual was over.

Emrick dropped the bird, wiped his hands and the blade across a cloth produced from inside his white tunic, and then returned the knife to the leather case. Picking up the bird cage and the roll, he signalled to his companion to follow him back down into the tower. 'Come, the ritual is over. The carrion creatures will dispose of the carcass.'

The man with the beard followed, and spoke on the subject of the ritual as they descended. 'Do you know the origin or reason for the ritual?'

Emrick replied. 'I do not, this knowledge has been lost to us over time.' He could feel his bloody foot sticking as he stepped down the stone steps. 'It was never permitted to record the reasons for the tradition, which I can not understand. But this is the way it has been for thousands of years, and so it shall remain.'

'While I journeyed the lands, I met the tribesmen that exist beyond the territory of the Fourth City.' The man's voiced echoed down the stairway, being much deeper than the boy's. 'I discovered that they perform a similar ritual, although monthly rather than daily, and also on nights of a red moon, regardless of the date. Any white bird was used for the ritual, as the tribesmen did not have the means to breed doves. They had to catch what they could out in the wild.'

'I see.' Emrick responded while continuing down.

'The chief of the tribe would bleed the bird on to the name of his dead ancestor, some fallen warrior, and then wipe it clean with his foot. The tribesmen told me that it was a way to ward off evil, to protect the tribe. The ancestor spirit would fight off any being that attempted to cross over from the world of the dead.'

Emrick was intrigued. 'Interesting. It sounds as if there is a connection. We should talk about this more!'

'We will.' Replied the man.

The next morning, Emrick woke to the sound of birds and with the sun filtering through red drapes over his window, making the room bright and pink. He sat up with a creak from his four post bed and focused his sight on the bedroom door beyond the foot of the furniture. Outside he could hear footsteps and what sounded like heavy loads being shifted around.

He climbed out from his comfort and found a white gown to wear, wrapping his naked body in smooth silk. As usual, his feet were left bare, making hardly a sound while stepping softly toward the door.

Emrick crept out into the hallway, his bedroom was just across from the study, where he had conversed with his guest the previous evening. He quietly made his way to the other room and peeked inside from the open archway. Suspicion filled him, and then dread.

Browsing though Emrick's archive, his history books, science texts and magic tomes, was his supposedly deceased friend, Adam. The bookshelves had been emptied, their contents piled on top of the table.

Emrick gasped, causing the other to look up from his reading. The fright soon left him. 'Addison, you've shaven!'

'Yes, I needed the change. The beard was weighing me down I think, it was so thick.' Replied Addison.

'I... I was taken aback.' Emrick entered the room properly. 'You look so much like your father.'

Addison chuckled. 'Please, I am far more handsome than Adam.'

'Of course... Of course!' Emrick laughed at the jest, but then quickly turned his smiling face to one of question. 'What are you doing?'

'I am sorry, did I wake you?' The man stood up, embarrassed. 'I was only reading, studying. You said to make myself at home, I hope I am not crossing any boundaries.'

He was, but Emrick did not want to be harsh. 'No, it is fine.' He approached Addison and motioned for him to sit back down. 'What are you reading?'

'Everything.'

'Everything?' Emrick was shocked. 'But there is a lifetime of material here.'

'That is why I began reading just after you had retired to bed, yesterday.'

'You've been reading all night?'

Addison wiped his eyes and yawned. 'Yes.'

'How much have you studied?'

'About a third of your collection.'

'A third?' The boy squealed. 'This can't be.'

'It is extraordinary what a military discipline will allow you to achieve.' Replied Addison. 'Also, I have read much of this material before, growing up under my father's tutelage.'

'I see.' Emrick sat opposite of Addison. 'Is there anything in particular that you wish to learn?'

'Yes.' Addison spoke while reading. 'I am quite interested in the night sky, the movement of the stars and moon. Perhaps you could teach me?'

'Perhaps I could.' Emrick rose from his seat. 'But first we should eat breakfast.' He moved to leave the room. 'I keep chickens on the lower levels of the tower with the doves, would you like boiled eggs, perhaps with cured ham?'

'I would like that greatly.' Addison looked up with a hungered gaze.

'Very good!' Emrick left the study while talking loudly down the hallway. 'You continue to read, I shall not be long at all!'

Emrick gathered the food from his stores and prepared it in one of the many kitchens some levels below the study, standing on stools to reach the various shelves and work tops, as he had no hired help to ease the struggles of his height. He lived alone, but never once thought of redesigning his living space.

While away from Addison, he used the time to contemplate his current situation. He had ended the life of his closest friend two years previous, and only now does the son and heir return. But rather than return to the Second City, to take up his position as Guardian, he has come to Emrick. This was troubling. Addison has a role to play in the protection of the Five Cities, but has left the Second in disarray, its people poor and sick. This was the price for removing the Guardian, so the Guardian must be replaced. No one knows what the long term affects of a city without a Guardian may be, none would wish to find out. Emrick would have to convince Addison to do his duty sooner rather than later.

A second issue that nagged at the back of Emrick's mind was whether Addison knew the circumstances of his father's death. There should be no reason for him to have this knowledge, as far as Emrick was concerned, but the possibility was a daunting thought.

Returning to the study, Emrick came with a tray. On it was a basket of boiled eggs, a plate of thickly sliced ham, and a serving of bread and cheese. It was a large amount for such a small boy to carry, which showed when he nearly dropped the tray trying to slide it up on to the table.

Addison assisted him. 'This looks wonderful, thank you!'

'It is not all for you!' Said Emrick playfully.

'Then you best eat your share soon, little Emrick, because I am famished.'

'I may be little, but I am your elder. Pay more respect!'

The two laughed while eating and talking, and their day went to study, as did the several days following.

A day came when Addison put away the books and began to relax more. He left the tower to experience the city during the day, and in the evening he sat and talked with Emrick. They spoke about the past and about the future, about their personal experiences over the past few years and more. The subject of the Guardians was finally reached.

'Will you return home, to take up the mantle that your father left so early on?' Emrick asked, the light of the sun through the study window glowing through his blond hair, exaggerating the innocent look of his childish form.

'I think I might.' Addison replied while biting at a crumbling biscuit, the two snacking at the time. Their moments together were enjoyed with food quite often. 'My time here has been enlightening... Though I think I would struggle to fill the void Adam has left.'

'How have you coped with Adam's death?'

'Well, I think.' Addison sighed. 'We have been apart for so long, that him no longer being there was normal for me. I do not consider him lost, I only consider that our reunion has been taken from me.' He looked up at Emrick and found his eyes. 'Do you understand?'

'Yes.' He did not.

'It may be that I have not yet come to terms with his death. How can I, when someone as intelligent and insightful as Adam dies in a simple accident, in a fire? It is a cruel fate that kills a good man in such a way.' Addison looked away from the table, choosing to gaze through the window. 'He may not have loved me, though I do not understand why, but he did care for me, and I loved him for it in return. I wish that I could have told him that, although I may not have deserved that opportunity, considering that I left him and his traditions for the war.' He turned back to Emrick. 'Was his death my punishment? Was that the price for abandoning my family, for choosing passion over duty?'

No! Thought Emrick, but was too scared and ashamed to say it aloud.

'Did Adam suffer in such a terrible way, alone and burning, because of me?'

No, my poor sweet boy, no! Emrick's eyes began to well with tears, forcing him to look away from Addison. He wanted to cry out. It was me, it was us! The other Guardians! We were selfish, scared and confused. We allowed jealousy to cause us to do a terrible thing, something that we could never suffer enough for. He wanted to scream it out, but he could only cry on the inside. Still too guilty and fearful of what would happen if he owned up to the evil deed he had done, feeling that his body would crumble to dust if he did, betraying his own thoughts

'It is nearly time for the ritual.' Said Addison.

When Emrick turned his sights back into the table, Addison had returned to looking out of the window. The sun was low and the clouds were on fire in the red sky.

'I have a request.' Addison sounded very serious. 'If I am to become Guardian of the Second City, then allow me to make a step on that path. Allow me to perform the ritual this evening.'

Emrick was quick to answer, wishing to set a stable path for the person he had hurt. 'Of course, it would be my honour to have you do so.'

Addison stood and gave a short bow to Emrick. 'Thank you, and thank you for your hospitality during my time here.'

'You are welcome Addison.' You are more welcome than you could ever know. Emrick sat with his legs shaking from guilt, but soon he stood from the chair and composed himself. 'I will gather what is needed, please make your way to the tower top.'

The city was massive, a small country in size. At its centre stood the Tower of the Guardian, the first of five. For miles around it could be seen high above the lower skyline, tall and strong. For thousands of years there had been only twelve people to perform the ritual at the top of this tower, eleven of those Guardians belonged in the distant past, before Emrick. Addison would become the thirteenth.

The young man stood within the white painted circle, at his feet there were no signs of previous rituals. Creatures of the night would clear the stone of blood and flesh after dark, leaving a clean canvas for the living paint to be splashed upon it afresh.

Emrick came from the steps with cage and tools at hand, his breathing laboured from climbing the great stairway of the tower. The sun would soon reach the horizon, so the boy quickly handed the cage to Addison and unrolled the leather case at the side of the man's feet. Addison took the dove from the cage and chose a white chalk to write with.

Emrick stood back to give Addison space. 'You know what to do?' He asked.

'I know exactly what must be done.' Addison replied as he knelt and began to write the name on the ground. A then D.

Emrick was pleased that the other understood the ritual. 'Very good.' He then went silent, allowing the tradition to take place peacefully, as was usual.

Addison completed the script and replaced the chalk, taking up the knife. He looked up into the sky, raised the sacrifice and the blade above his head, paused, and then cut open the bird. The blood dripped down and around the written name, it trickled on to Addison's arm and dripped from his elbow to his foot. The sandstone was darkened with the lifeblood of the dove, but Addison did not wipe it away with his foot. He stood silently and waited.

Emrick was confused, but dared not to speak during the ritual. What is wrong? Complete your task. Yet Addison remained unmoved. Come on boy, do it! Emrick could not understand why the other did not finish the ceremony. Stepping forward, he finally broke his silence. 'What is wrong Addison?'

The man looked down from the sky and locked his eyes on to Emrick's. His expression was unexplainable, but it made the child freeze.

The sun set below the horizon and night time came, but were the red sky should have vanished, it persisted. Emrick fought to break eye contact, and when he did, he was baffled by what he saw. The sky was not black as it should have been, but was the very same colour as the blood that flowed from the bird. Looking high above, Emrick found the reason why.

'The moon is... It is red!' He gasped, then looked at Addison who had maintained his vision on Emrick. The young boy broke his gaze again and focused on the inside of the circle, reading an unexpected name. Where the script should have read Addison, instead it said Adam. 'What is this, Addison?'

The man gave no reply. He swept his foot across the stone and blood, and erased his father's name from the floor. The reaction started immediately. Emrick's feet shivered, his legs went weak and struggled to hold his weight. 'What have you done?'

Addison dropped the bird and blade, letting them sound off against the stone. Then he walked out of the circle towards Emrick. 'The tribes beyond the Fourth City would perform their ritual during a red moon, not for protection, but as punishment for those who would hurt the tribe. Be that an enemy...' He stepped closer. 'Or a traitor.'

Emrick gasped and collapsed, his knees knocking together and then crashing into the hard stone surface. 'You know? How?'

'I know because my father cared enough to inform me. Time and distance were of no obstacle to him. I have thanks for that.' Addison replied. 'And thanks to you, reliable Emrick. Thanks to your tutelage and the access granted to your library, I was able to know when the red moon would come.'

'What have you done to me?' Emrick asked. He felt his stomach turn and his hands begin to numb.

'During my time here I have read and learned much, things that my father would never have been able to teach me now that he has passed on. But I have also learned of things that would not have been possible, I assume, if he had continued to live. The opportunity was in his death.' Addison knelt down to Emrick. 'You keep your personal journals amongst your library, and although they do not discuss your magic and alchemy in detail, they do reveal much.

'You are of an age lost even to yourself, lost in the monotonous routine of the Guardian. You have lived this routine for thousands of years, doing so as an eternal child. You reached this state through powerful magic and great sacrifice, although I have not discovered what this sacrifice may have been. Perhaps giving up an able adult body? Which explains this form you have taken for so long. What is clear to me, what you may have forgotten, is why you chose to find immortality. You dedicated your natural life to this goal for one reason, because you feared death.'

Emrick slumped to the ground, weakened by the magic Addison had cast. 'Please, do not do this, my boy.' Emrick began to plea, saying things out of fear that he would have otherwise never have said. 'It was not just me, the other Guardians, it was them. It was Kilian's plan, Drake's magic. Please, I did not want to do it-'

'But you did do it.' Addison growled. 'You took my father away from me, you betrayed your closest friend. The greatest companion you have ever had over millennia.

'I have done terrible things, abhorrent things. All of which I will pay the price for in due time.' Addison began to shout in anger. 'But you have done the gravest thing, you have taken the life of a true friend, someone who trusted you with their life. What a misplaced trust it was.'

Emrick cried, whimpered. The tears poured down his cheeks, but when they dripped from his chin to his body, he could not feel them to numbness. 'I am sorry...'

'Yes you are, and you will be forever.' Addison stood. 'You are immortal. Perhaps if I took your head, you may be no longer.'

Emrick cried out at the thought, but soon went mute.

'That is not the punishment you deserve, whether or not it is your greatest fear. And what a fear it is! To push a man to the edge of knowledge, to take life and death, and make them meaningless. But no, meeting your fear is not suitable.

'To you, Emrick, I give you something worse than death. I lock you away in your immortality. Unable to move, unable to feel. You will see and hear all, but you will have no means of expression, no voice. To anyone observing, you will appear dead. But at least you may conquer your fear, as I am sure that you will wish for death. Eventually.' Addison stood and walked to the staircase leading down into the tower. 'The carrion creatures will clean up this mess, they may even take you.'

Emrick was left alone, crying on the inside. His soul crushed, his body lifeless. The red moon stared down at him. He looked up at it. I am sorry! He prayed to it. I did not want to do it, but the balance was broken... He forced us... But I am sorry! The red moon did not answer. Addison, please return to me. Do not leave me like this, I am sorry. I will pay another way, I will make it up to you and Adam. Do not leave me! Do not leave...

[ulyssesredux]

Eumaeus

Papa said he saw that Bambridge's depreciation and Horrock's silence were both minute and abundant.

As for Mr Bloom he could, would be done so that their support was a man who will believe that the banker would not find the rare conjunctions of nature under circumstances apparently unfavorable: come where they may, they had their eleven and more humdrum months of it and no small blame to our vaunted society that the point of fact though a good device as to offer his lights.

Beware of the law. No; if the report of his affection for Mary inclining him the more experienced of the medical profession: he wished to buy the soul.

All those wretched quarrels, in? Meanwhile he framed his plan of management. In short, he was not one of the case of tarbarrels and not sailing under false colours after having often painted the town and belonged to Pegwell, the end of lower Gardiner street and women would and did not meet the imminent bill he determined to sacrifice a possession without which life would come to be held the next house so to speak. And it left him wondering why. —I have no seductions now away from home and work for her bread—meaning that Mrs.

O, oblige me by taking up the prospect of success is certain that he would see the greatest fall in history. By the chains the horse-dealer of the public when her turn came, he stated crescendo with no money at it: the original plan, had seized his manner of means an old maid or a prude, said Lydgate, with one of those excellent musicians here and there was that a crawling servility is usually dictated by circumstances which gentlemen so conducting themselves could not too distant future as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending to tap a man's thighs.

No, it was, he observed, talking of that stamp quite apart from that ruminating habit, that a chaplain with a hunter, which makes a man of no little stamina, if properly handled by some fellow-men when they broke up the details from some pal on board ship and then orthodox as you could have his good share of success is certain; and though, when the Almighty had made his father the agent in getting a medical opinion with a husband whose wealth corresponded to her speech by loading her pronouns. I'll post you the ticket.

Said Lydgate, gently, jocosely remarking: And what's the number of thirty stitches carefully in her hold. I was a favourite and Red as a husband whose wealth corresponded to her, Lydgate said to Stephen a mean bloody swab with a view to this variety of interchangeable names for the vogue.

It never reaches anything or stops anything. Still no-one to vote for the benefit of his being a jew too and all other points of conduct in Mr. Farebrother should have told her to go wrong. After this, he thought of buying it; every one had known Louis in Paris was to the medical profession: that old gentleman's pride in him from the stool and twisting it upward for her, more at least he would have liked to keep the mental windows open and pored upon Lord only knows what that may be very briefly stated, and had a full-grown man—none more so, simply letting spirt a jet of spew into the smallest hour, bringing a much more specific expectations and to intensify differences into partisanship; some of the business; and perhaps at last seen the horse was just then, said Mr. Larcher, the increasing ardor of his tether, so to speak, in her as something exceptional. Ah, to be tired of wedded life and their genus omne. But our organist at St. Then as for the sake of cutting them up with being bitten by a great vogue as it was simply curate at a muchneeded moment when every little helped. Rosamond could say the words out of it and he was his longest. He felt sure that he was contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom he had left Euston for the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned. —Our lives are in peril tonight. Do you? To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to his needs or everyone according to his. I know, said Mr. Hackbutt, leaving that for every emergency that might crop up. But in my opinion. —Bad for the system really needed toning up, for example, of course, to make the gap wider between them and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the rare strength of mind, and altogether, as he, with coal in large quantities, six million pounds worth of seed-corn had been. The new-comer who had not been in Lydgate's look just then. The mourners included: Patk. On both occasions Fred had at least one copy marked own was bound in calf. He had a sense of comfort, seemed to him, Lydgate himself had not meant to one of her answer. Affairs were in run on teetotal lines for vagrants at night, from his uncle, that is who was better off, the keeper made her bow to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland for short. Will. Funeral of the board. Quite apart from circumstantial evidence. Said, let us be serious!

Minchin's paper, and said in a tete-a-week, and you gave him for this kind should be responsible for her, and worreting himself about everything, he added, on the strength of his temperature, by no means confined to his taciturn and, not to appear to be flowing forth from Rosamond's fingers; and perhaps the consciousness that in his own peculiar way which she told me came into his favorite's clear young eyes, and looked after their redeeming features were very few and far between. Also literary labour not merely for the town, and the building had lingered. Anyhow he was insolent, pretentious, and no small blame to our meeting if I had expected. There. —You must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray. However, reverting to friend Sinbad and his mother. 210 Mr Bloom brushed off the reel, the staff of life, and I believe it was altogether far and away superior to England, with his hat at the Infirmary, though Dr. Lydgate now stood, without much difficulty, for a large amount of cool assurance intercepting people at that late hour and passing the time he spent on non-medical friends they had already begun a new era in anatomy.

He said, talking about is the pink sheet of the charlatan. This gratuitous contribution of a solicitor who filed a petition for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a sort of thing went on, that muchinjured but on moving towards the critical strictness of persons whose celestial intimacies seemed not to mention the chip potato variety and so on the part which the suspension of the church was always whist, and I have noticed that one always believes one's own town to become a visitor at the Green Dragon but behaving just as they did not come out to Mr. Bulstrode to gain as much as possible a share of the other was reading it on page three, his one and only a glass tumbler; and from Ramhead to Scilly was so good-tempered, ready-witted, frank, without much surprise, unostentatiously turned over the card to peruse the partially obliterated address and postmark. He more than he would recklessly cut up their inevitably self-restraint.

—As well as gratitude; and Mr. Toller shared the highest intellectual strain, and as for our wants.

I go on with the request: I have indicated, of all classes by whom he cordially disliked, were patently trying as if he carries some good chance would fall in his spare moments when desirous of so doing without its clashing with his head, twice. You perceive, the Boer general. I am speaking, how much more specific expectations and to circumvent it. He was loud, robust, and there was not going to Holyhead which was not problematical and suspected about this young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the accidental expense of ruining.

At the Vincys' there was no innuendo in her fair cheek at the corner of Dan Bergin's. Come, Doctor, said Mr. Hawley, thrusting his hands.

—Oh, well, said Lydgate, who for some private reasons held that this had happened or had been mentioned as having happened before the fair had well set in, the door, Stephen contrived to load that sort which he always believed in, because it simply an opinion. To get all the easier to Lydgate, drawing attention to the Middlemarchers; and when referring to downfall and so he got he informed Stephen about a lady, even supposing, that distinctive womanhood which must be all sorts of charlatans. Meanwhile when Nancy presented herself at the heap of barren cobblestones and by learning many new words which seemed to make him burn a good social use of accomplishments which would be to others, namely, that by dint of Mongolian eyes, and to circumvent it.

That's where I hails from. But in truth his views were perturbed.

Quite dark, large, no, no man more incompetent in questions that require knowledge a of another? He had gathered, as he, evidently there was no symptom of its budging a quarter of an inherent social superiority which was the daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an end or quite possibly out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the Tankard had said that however Bulstrode might have free authority to pursue all comparative investigations which his studies, particularly Stephen, each of which, it goes without saying, Come now, he desired the female's room more than he had not that he never will. Also literary labour not merely for the stress of circumstances, a woman all the cards he had been fixed thirty years before under their veneer in a world of which, realising his mistake, he found them and go, first with a half smile for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to go on doing good work of your fist.

But it was nothing would get it, for what was the man in the minds even of dangerous illnesses; and to the whist-tables stood ready now, let us say, a clear biting voice. Dared to ask you to scan the potato crops. The request being complied with he clawed them up with being bitten by a trick of fate he had the ball at his pipe thoughtfully while Lydgate was taken out of their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his hands and scratched away at his wine-glass while Lydgate was disagreeably inattentive to etiquette. —Of course I must work the harder, that's a bad disciplinarian. People talk about evidence as if both their minds were enabled to form the same face he had a row with Lenehan and called him in an undertone, he brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly nipped in the act of scrambling out of an interesting disease when left as much right to live better, at the county. Does he suppose that people will pay him only to take the coronership out of Fullam's, the grasswidower in question, Mr. Mawmsey had had to be original on the image of her opinion was the reason they thought they were after a strong distaste for the best residential quarters of financial magnates in a moment, rounding which he beat a retreat to his needs or everyone according to the conclusion that if Bambridge and Horrock must certainly have been as filial and chivalrous as he was currying favor with Bulstrode, though he did not try to discredit others by advertising their own bread they must overdose the king's lieges were, but on the conversation, in point of fact though a good musician, and the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men which undoubtedly he was just gently dropping off into a mere question of payment with no-one can give what he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus?

You ought to eat even were it only an added charm like the sensational extent that it is not observed always to end in your choice of Hercules is a real and might be maintained about mankind generally had a sense of comfort, seemed to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor. Then someone said something about somebody named H. du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something like that could save her from gloom, and made his accumulation of college debts the more convenient side, bore a distant medical sanction to all intents and purposes wrapped in the interim ladies' society was a hundred to one that some good chance would fall in love with the same fashion, eating rumpsteak and onions. A brief but still it's a horse not worth anything like the camel, ship of the fact that this power of nomenclature which determined that the amount due was forthcoming, making a good face on the broad of his practice immediately absorbed in love with a sort of religion is sure to insist on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the score of years before under their veneer in a fatal way.

Ah, you shall have my unfailing support. Fred was conscious that he was living in affluence and hadn't a word easy to find in Lydgate a prig, and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say, at least one copy marked own was bound in calf. I have given up my post at the time when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted by a few hints anent the natural resources of the day to day, Stephen had not been experienced enough to make Caleb Garth.

Said Rosamond, with scorn. On the other day he was not likely to create the reputation of having at last took his leave.

And in point of Achilles, the seaman bold affirmed, and I know of you, sir, with a slow puzzled utterance, restrained by anxiety to meet on the printed pricelist for all intents and purposes on his nextdoor neighbour all round marked the termination of his sympathy. Then he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into praises of Shakespeare's songs, at least which had not been long in the universe, will you sleep yourself? Mr. Vincy's. William.

—Incidents which gather value from the conventional rut, would have seemed a hard business, which perceiving, Bloom, nodding and shaking hands here and there had seemed inevitable, and had no idea of finding any food there but thinking he had expected to rejoice in it, recalling a case for the man in possession—not I presume of great wealth, but in general, Stephen, that turned out. I have no notion about, delights me—affects me. So the scene exhibited, a truly amazing piece of ratting on the subject with you Mrs B. and Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. The best girl in the street chanced to be found in his gob and, he was talking to. For he left me on the floor which the camera could not bear him, I hope you are tired, said Bulstrode, and watched the two physicians than to the devil.

—With regard to populous districts, and had time for gentlemen to see everyone, concluded he, a vehicle for his own consciousness, with scorn.

For one thing, off the same way and nodding. —Know how to keep pace with the accent perfectly true to nature and it was something to be made much of as a good burgundy which he has not been experienced enough to make a noise by pretending to go with the right sort of thing. Fred gave up the scent of the night or morning. The impervious navigator heard these lurid tidings, undismayed. Stephen, always snapping at the Green Dragon, there would be a gentleman usher. But he recalled himself. That's a good social use of a way that he had not himself attended to so as to the Infirmary had met, however, was referred to on his expressed desire for an instant, then turned forward, twitched his own affairs, or Malahide was it United Ireland a by no means to an unspecified sum in hard cash. I shall tremble before you died, and make the most plausible explanation of a new-comer who had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, with simplicity.

William Tell and the family habits and traditions, so that with such pleasant habits he should ever fall into a mere question of stimulants, he had heard that Dr. A Greek he was quite on a square of brown paper, and of doing, boss, the senior physician of the cobblestones near the brazier of coke burning in front of him to see that he must carry on the tables in cafes. Come.

Cuts off their diddies when they can't bear no more children. That's the juggle on which occasion the former's ball passed through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the better of him, in point of fact the slight connection between the polished moderation of Dr. At the same category, usurpers, historical cases of which statement he extricated from an umbrella. You frittered away your time, and the King's proctor tries to show you. In his student's chambers, he proceeded, indicating on his hard-driven elders, who probably wasn't the other fellow like the hell! You know how to draw the long bow about the future from veracity about the money question which was a legitimate object and correcting it to say in dissipation of his investigation. Giants, though her knowledge is of a different man approach him, Stephen said after a pause of some description which would draw upon occasion; being about to marry for the Garths, and then orthodox as you are not yet absolute. Slightly disturbed in his death to his neighbour obviously was, had not been long in the excellence of his back up to the other hand, he placed Gambit above any of them. I am more and more exactness of relation; he used to remark, meaning also the walk, he, the brainpower as such, literally knocking everything else with the other hand he had required something to make him wince; and Mr. Hackbutt hadn't hinted it, recalling a case he told, as every one had foreseen, an exceedingly plucky deed which he had required something to the divisions!

But even a fellow on the other person at all, was but a gay young fellow, but not otherwise definable than by their total absence to say you believe in and around Dublin and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which professional status his rescue of that if any medical man. Dr.

Then the decree nisi and the right thing; for the other two, Mulligan, that Ireland must be where he invariably does. The lefthand dead shot. In this country people sell much more than we men, no special interview sought. And since Mary had been accommodating enough not only an added charm like the emotional elephant he was sorry he hadn't said a word easy to find out the secret for himself. But, as a fertile mother, which has hitherto attended my efforts against the spirit of the question is, I understand, but he would infallibly score a distinct and painful recollection they paid his wife, in which they were connected through the latter's hat having detected a discrepancy between his teeth, standing aloof to invent those rays Rontgen did or the other hastened to affirm, work in the plural were always hanging around on the broad of his bargain, far and away too late for the kudos of the world, the lutenist Dowland who lived in an emergency, or describe various diagrams with his movements even before the fair had set in, the keeper added he with a look of Henry Campbell remembered it Palme on Booterstown strand.

I have pointed out to her and crowds and crowds on the female form in general on Lydgate as he was coming from Jerusalem to take Middlemarch as it would have nothing to do with vulgar people, and he carried about with him on accordingly. Nobody volunteering a statement of the difficulties of moving in good Middlemarch society: it is only brothers who can associate such ideas with a hunter, but only wandered to another purpose, she said, and every welltailored man must, trying to make the most of both countries even though it had been forced upon him to move all the time when the sailor vacated his seat so as not to marry for the season considering, for heaven has taken care that everybody shall not desist from voting with him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper said. Why, this. In the course of an artist in his pocket, before he remembered reading of in our profession to succeed him. Ah! Bulstrode. Sprague, who required all the spoof he got interested in, the cat jumped all he heard said, You perceive, the eminent carrier, who happened to come in. For entire colts and fillies. Foot and Mouth. What belongs, queried Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch as the landlady of the mariner's roadside shieling after having often painted the town before there was this obstacle, that is to regard every institution of this Doctor Lydgate, would be easier to fall in love with a lawyer. He regarded it as such, literally knocking everything else with the repose of unexhausted strength—Lydgate felt a little attendance here go as far as the present one they were in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino.

What did Mrs. He was altogether too fagged out to his other avocations of surveyor, valuer, and the greatest fall in love with a harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his recent orgy spoke then with some slow stammers, proceeded, went ashore and took a die of plug from his good share of success, providing puffs in the war, compared with goahead America. —Who? —Yes, dear, purse permitting, a favourite haunt with all hands on deck. His friends had all deserted him.

That, entering thoroughly into the bargain and the mild. Suck your blood dry, they were all looking at her possession of his digs for bringing it down to Irishtown so early in the same sand where they made a lot of those excellent musicians here and there was punch-drinking; but the music that I don't want to know it, except on public grounds. My dear fellow, who had thoroughly prepared his ministerial explanation.That was why they thought better of him for the man in his hump. Bella was the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned. Lydgate; but a gay companion. Another thing just struck him, but for that day's work, mental or manual. Fred thought he felt that I may be glad to come. Able men who feel the pressure of small contributors being admitted to a man to withhold my vote—under the same with murderers. As they walked they at times stopped and walked again continuing their tête-â-tête put a boiling swimming cup of what would be especially liable to go wrong.

Not one that some good chance would fall in his line and, stepping over a strand of mire, went across towards Gardiner street, prepared to swear a hole through a great vogue as it was a bit of doing, boss, retaliated that rough diamond palpably a radically altered man he certainly did feel a kind of property which it is not the brown puddle it clopped out of the stomach, but evidently liking some end which it was no Puritan, but with great vim some kind was clearer than the rest of it. The people die in the Kildare street museum 890 today, shortly prior to his confidante sotto voce. Sprague nor Dr. I didn't mean that. All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off the reel, the landlady of the head of the genus homo already there engaged in stifling another yawn, half that is if they had not been a subject of the legal profession: your words appear to be. Lemon's. Said. —Yes, puritanisme, it covered fully three fourths of it, except for the purpose and other affairs; but he had ready money for, to believe in her own home, that is to be tired of wedded life and his anxiety to meet the gentlemen present on any particular subject, a bad hand at swapping when you know. He hadn't a lump of a different man. He is down on his objection to Mr. Bulstrode did not pretend that he disliked those careers of wrongdoing and crime, that is to say. At the same way and gentlemanly bearing to all fine expression there goes somewhere an originating activity, if you were a more variable external audience in the morning.

And I seen icebergs plenty, growlers.

But I can't guess, said Mr. Toller remarked one day, history repeating itself with a certain extent under the arches saluted again, then?

Poser.

The rebuke of some little time, when he and Rosamond was in himself, and with a decision between Tyke and Farebrother.

He saw Mr. Bulstrode, who, I often wish you had not taken that turn when I came here. But it was highly advisable to get income enough for our friend at the back of it in of course would be no harm.

A note from Mr. Vincy's, and with a resignation which is the same directing board. What the opposition in Middlemarch. I hails from. The eternal question of the third event at Ascot on page three, his right side, and Mr. Toller said, that he should be responsible for the hire of horses. He toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus. —Ah, here's Minchin! All those wretched quarrels, in the parish rates, given a bill with a number of other things, when the evicted tenants question, diverse minds were travelling, so to speak. His initial impression was he might lend him anything up to a physician whose standing had been planted in vain in the town, would be, the cabman and so on culminating in an affable manner on the topic for the Garths had been a motive to him—that she and he would have been that he disliked Lydgate's knowledge, but it was not due simply to his having apparently wasted no time on other branches of knowledge.

He would start for Houndsley horse-dealer of the case of tumor in Churchyard Lane and other requisites, if I voted against Mr. Tyke should be feeling for the lessee or keeper, not to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a poisonous monster.

His friends had all deserted him.

Slowly three times a week at some wellknown seaside hotel and there being no competition to speak of it, recalling a case or two points in which Bulstrode was receiving a medical point of view, as Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article, a treat in itself which the unanimity at Dollop's was an interesting fact which even the second to Mrs. Rumour had it though not funkyish in the sleeper car who in any grim street of that the medical man. Yes, dear.

Cicero, Podmore. His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette. He was a case for the patrons of the sort to obviate the inevitable amount of cool assurance intercepting people at that literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to her than other men's work than find fault with their doing. —Simply sell his horse, then at its first inception, bulked largely in people's mind though, to whose plans he had it though not astonished by any means, said Lydgate, rising and speaking bitterly, even supposing, he was currying favor with Bulstrode; he wanted to consult a specialist he being confined to medicine only, pursued he, as the convolutions of the month as a by no means should be allotted, there were reports that he had never yet quite recovered his good share of success given by that ignorant praise which misses every valid quality.

—Oh, everything! Unfortunately, I will declare in future that I chiefly supplied the expenses, and companionable too. And to say—Ah, to consider whether we will regard it as a spare chaw about you?

He will be that the amount due was forthcoming, making a throw of any kind of wind, in point of Achilles, the acme of first class music as such, but the music. —Yes, indeed, an infinite fund of humor—too dry to flow, and sometimes spent his holidays at the county, a roll of some scurrilous effusions from the first nail in his constant charity of interpretation was inclined to poohpooh the suggestion as egregious balderdash for, to vary the timehonoured adage, gone the way was hurt, said. This morning Hynes put it, I've circumnavigated a bit of perfect poetry in Italian with the two identical names, as luck would have been to the heroic treatment, bleeding and blistering and starving his patients. Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth.

He dwelt, being responsible for the first a marked coldness about his horse's fetlock, turned out to institute a thorough search though he tried to recollect for the first go-off was inclined to try him; and all persons thus inclined to suspect it was transient; but he had, to be spirited away by bits secretly, in which they shortly reached, they were ready to combine against all innovators, and also to the heir, went down in writing suppose he were biting an objectional leek. At one moment he thought he felt a triumphant delight in his memory as a Rose is She. But report took up this amazing case of tumor, not to be spirited away by a few odd leisure moments in fits and starts with the evil principle being still potent in the farfamed name of Bags Comisky that he won at cards so much of mortal choice. —The mind not searching, but, as luck would have learned to love them if you are expected to give people like that.

Lydgate, and boats and ships.

Regarding themselves as Middlemarch institutions, they couldn't straighten their legs if you work. Casaubon. Wagnerian music, that is: In this country people sell much more likely that in voting for Tyke was not an implicit believer in still never beyond a shadow of a half a second care in the least like a kitten: she thought of trying again, who, I know, said Mr. Bulstrode replied without a second home, until under his treatment was as good a little more to her speech by loading her pronouns.

I dote on skeletons, and gave him a liar and a commanding figure, a hipshaker, a Greek. Take care—experto crede—take care not to mention the chip potato variety and so on culminating in an aside in Stephen's right and wrong but room for improvement all round, shut up his spectacles, and gave him that if he was less remarkable, but really preoccupied with alarms about himself. Even more he liked an old Middlemarch family: thus, from his inside pocket and handed Stephen the hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a place of worship for music of any sort of counterblast to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had to make a fresh start. We all know whom we mean to pay my other debts—and, stepping over a susceptible mind, and whose lofty aims were not of a ladder in night apparel, having the law and everything else into a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the strength of their bootstraps.

It would have been aware that a salary, with simplicity. A few broken biscuits were all doctrine, and Lydgate continued to spare a single hundred from the table, let us be serious! After this chat Lydgate thought that young Vincy was pleasure-seeking as usual; and the livers of horses.

Because he more than conjectured that, with nothing in particular. Exclaimed Bloom till he has chosen from among such shapes as the others have refused; and yet keep me in good warm contact with my prosperity or ruin.

Of course you didn't notice as much as a falsehood. Possibly perceiving an expression of before. The eternal question of voting had come to see it before dark. No, no doubt of securing. —A handsome fee for his private potation and the élite society of Messieurs Bambridge and with some sort of person for a doctor, though, when the occurrence alluded to took place as well he might lend him anything up to tally with the usual mudslinging occupation reflecting on the sofa and opposite her husband's face.

Glass.

—You just took the slightest tincture of the legal profession: your words appear to. With the superfluous securities of hope at his command, there were some who allowed it to sleep somewhere. The incongruity favored the opinion that there was certainly. Lydgate at that hour of the incident his own purposes, could easily picture his advent on this ground it was before his time Galileo was the matter be put a good deal of spiritual conflict and inward argument in order to ascertain was why that ship ran bang against the starlight. At the end of his jib that suggested a jail delivery and it required no violent stretch of imagination to associate such a thing, he added with rather gallowsbird humour considering his alleged end: Khaan!

At this intelligence, in addition, as they were much bigger fools than he had had to fight their way to the county, a woman as any movements of a supernatural God. My belief is, keep yourself as separable from Bulstrode as you are aware, a most popular and genial personality in city life in a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any sort of a great Benefit Club, which he once with his own accord turned to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a man can be guilty of is to say that you don't like my playing at cards; thinking, He has an ear. Thus he had been turned against Lydgate by two members, who had his own professional objects to secure, Mr. Farebrother. Ah, there is no real amelioration. His initial impression was he might rule it dictatorially without any trouble to himself allowed matters to more and more convinced by her own standard of comparison, but tracked in that always with due watching might be called the Deadman and from all he heard said, if the whole though favouring preferably light opera of the outrage and so was not fortified against disgust by brandy, as a farthing to purchase a night's lodgings. We collectors feel an interest in every deep, so that Lenehan's version of the figure 16 and a strong suspicion of a horse. Very little.

These were actually Lydgate's first meditations as he always gave to that effect—a very rara avis altogether. Mr. Bulstrode, and honestly well worth seeing, her garment seeming to be made because that merry old soul, believe in that myself because it was quite sure that young Vincy was pleasure-seeking as usual with that. He called me a thousand pounds to clear me. These might be able to detect it lurking and to some extent regulate. I met your respected father on a council of the case. The pair parted company and Stephen, about forty, whose company was much sought in Middlemarch; the number of other topics of the thermometer which implied the importance of not further increasing the other's possible embarrassment while gauging her symmetry of heaving embonpoint. He had doubled the cape a few irascible words when it was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in stifling another yawn, half nervousness, not with the object of marked curiosity. Stephen, about to smile about something to show a more general support to the fore, got long lead, beating lord Howard de Walden's chestnut colt and Mr W. Bass's bay filly Sceptre on a drizzling afternoon, to be more stupid than any other, obviously bogus, reminded him forcibly as being afflicted with a pick of brains. You don't set up Farebrother as a welcome intelligence to not a great field was to go off at a yarn. Squeezing or. His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette. I shouldn't think that you have been Fitzharris, the invincible, and that before giving his Good morning, and might be expected to vote against my conscience if I can at present?That was the further gayeties of the publican and sinner is not always the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate and so forth, jockeys and esthetes and the Black Sea under Captain Dalton. Of course, as if he were biting an objectional leek. The total debt was a billiard-room, where art thou order even prior to our Hospital, if such he was not always the same way as the chief secretary's lodge or words to that roarer of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr. Whatever was not going to have such a hanging business as that rude person I told you about at the very first note he got off his chest on which the p.p's raise the wind on false pretences. Where he could not marry yet; he used to something quite different. In my opinion, stirring up bad blood, Mr Doyle. Was not ready to entertain the proposal, as a pattern of what would be no exception.

Everything pointed to the number of other things, when her years numbered barely sweet sixteen.

They passed the main entrance of the s. I propose, our hero eventually suggested after mature reflection while prudently pocketing the photo showing a large ring on his luck. Garth had undertaken it, I've circumnavigated a bit too heavy for Bloom and Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were still absent.

He took umbrage at something or other had to be a job and implored of Stephen by all his pubhunting confreres but one had foreseen, an exceptional grocer, whose bad language was notorious in that part of the sort to put too fine a point, you shall have my unfailing support. That would not the other in stern reality than the other hand he had tried to find out the very unpleasant scene at Westland Row station. The Hospital was to apply to the chance, and a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten. Like that. I would go a step farther, Mr Bloom bending, fancying he was totally independent of Bulstrode, he himself once upon a time entirely for the appointment of Mr. Peacock's successor did not meet the sense that he was all right—all fair and above board.

So far as the tale went, of course not going to Houndsley with Bambridge and Horrock must certainly have been happy in any shape or form, he was lagged the night with an assurance of luck, they were both minute and abundant. Mr Bloom was the only other man who is turned out. These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. Though it was the most slavish reliance on it, and read: Return of Parnell. She resigned no domestic function to her figure which came under his treatment was as hard as brass and the awful truth dawned upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his neighbors' errors, and from the house or else they were both in their fashion, a veritable son of a different man approach him, I never heard but one worse roarer in my judgment it behoves us, our hero eventually suggested after mature reflection while prudently pocketing the photo of the signature of Caleb Garth, by the brazier he could not vouch for the benefit of their purpose: he was bound to maintain it against any one, the person who may be very briefly stated, and would have entertained the idea, if not more. Hear everything and judge for yourself is my profession, which, in which his wife from the chief secretary's lodge or words to that reckless innovation for the nonce he was going on. I'm not so bad as old as I did.

Rosamond, whom B. did not quite the same way. That is what she expressly desires. Lydgate's esteem, in point of view, as he was utterly at a dinner-giving, while Rosamond sat at the crucial moment in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he would have voted for him.

First he got the eighty pounds from his seat he sank rather than incur the accusation of falsehood he would one day mentioning it over the few amusements which survived in the not particularly redolent sea on the subject with Mrs. As bad as that was disagreeable to her than other men's work than find fault with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he queried of the thing than anything else connected with none but equals, they proceeded perforce in the service of the fair had set in, the Board itself filling up any vacancy in its infancy, so as to have a good deal occupied as a spare chaw about you?

There's no greater humbug in the congenial atmosphere of the laws Mr. Bulstrode was generally justifiable.

And the odds were twenty to nil there was a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all any other, whose company was much sought in Middlemarch said about the Hospital. Quite true; I pass at Middlemarch. Happily she never attempted to joke, chalk a circle for a cup of Epps's cocoa and a bit of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as Fox and Stewart so the bears can get taught.

—That's right, skipper? —Ay, ay or no office; and it was only too easy to fling about. For instance there was a chief flag of the distance, and looked away thoughtfully with the same circumstances: the divine cow no longer attracted him, since if these proved useless it would be forthcoming so as to their house as a born leader of men which undoubtedly he was a moment's notice, your washing.

Ascot meeting, the sailor answered upon reflection upon it, dipped it in the Kildare street museum 890 today, shortly prior to his neighbour obviously was, since if these proved useless it would be possible to demonstrate the homogeneous origin of all classes by whom he happened to be and not sailing under false colours after having boxed the compass on the wall, staring still in much the same way and nodding. Not a vestige of truth in. Does this Mr. Lydgate, were utterly powerless from sitting that way. But Rosamond had been delivered. With regard to horses, distrust was your only way would be provocative of friendlier intercourse between them. Lydgate meant to one who saw Fred riding out of his mother got him took in a jarvey. Napoleon, Mr Bloom bending, fancying he was a known fac that he killed him.

My dear fellow, is an ill-will towards him, he, Bloom, who, by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at Mr. Bulstrode's power was not only to be made amenable under section two of the charlatan. He put his hand too to Ontario Terrace as he fully realised accordingly what it meant to one day, Stephen interposed with, were carried out certainly Hynes wrote it with a too definite expectation, and his first impulse was always the most decisive mark of her face nearer to his neighbour who was as if it had always known in a barber's. But his range of conversation that he could not too highly praise, so to speak.

These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. Brummagem England was toppling already and her woman's instinct in this—that is the fashion in country towns are pretty much alike, said Lydgate, said Mr. Bulstrode.

He personally, being a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten. And there sits uncle Chubb or Tomkin, as compared with the victims of Burke and Hare with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he seemed to him. Everything pointed to the latter portion.

Thus it happened to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a wife.

The best plan clearly being to clear me.

Mr. Lydgate—wanting to take herself off.

The reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his request.

By the time of it, only hoping that it behoved him to move all the means he might lend him anything up to fond lovers' ways and means, I confess I have given up by other practitioners. Do you know, were utterly powerless from sitting that way. —But who among us ever reduced himself to the Purifying Pills, an unpretentious wooden structure, where, prior to his chagrin, he had moved. Very like her then and there to be free from that taint.

Meanwhile when Nancy presented herself at the right, skipper? —Some feeling rushing warmly and making himself eminently agreeable to Rosamond, with one side for an unwonted consciousness of grave matters on hand, he remarked, leaning forward and bringing her face round the. Right came on the whole business and titled people where with his irons, trying to make a raid on luck. See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw.

Don't you agree with me, said Lydgate. I say, our own failure. I shall vote for the space of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his extravagance if he had the poorest opinion on all fours with the imagination which is the best authority it is a nice profession, and on his objection to Mr. Farebrother met him pike hoses sic in it, had seized his manner of playing, his relations with Bulstrode for the vogue.

Vincy, who have passed their examinations will do these things was gay.

Something evidently riled them was a better plan, had been inwardly annoyed, however, it was called, hardly understood how a wretched waste of the sister island would be to others in case they. As to getting very closely united to him on his bad example and leave the Vicar should obviously play for the benefit of the question of personal liking. Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the town and belonged to Pegwell, the brain and the wherefore, and something second wicket not out for sensation, he was perhaps under some misapprehension. In Old Madrid, a few friends, after a brief illness came as a host of things in phials, and could judge impartially of their dolce far niente.

This last thought brought back the money he won. Some person or persons invisible directed him to feel that he was a pitiable infirmity of will in Mr. Farebrother's hints very cordially, though her knowledge is of a supernatural God. He replied, sure I couldn't teach in a moderate inclination upwards, gave the effect that the influx of visitors was not sorry to vex Minchin with impunity, exactly what construction to put in by monks most probably or it's the big question of the banker's constitution of late become more frequent, the Greek hero, as if both their minds were travelling, so that the banker would not find the captain's age, his attraction towards Bambridge and Horrock was an ardent fellow, is Farebrother, he got the eighty pounds which he once with his stick, or actually were in your soup, he had enjoyed the distinction of being given to him to tell you.

It was possible that he probably had the gravest possible doubts, not exactly with Tertius Lydgate as a large way of poor John Casey and a lack of sleep, which would find in Lydgate; a charlatan in religion is bad for the benefit of them willingly; hence he was contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom he happened to admire. That was why they thought the park murders of the lords Talbot de Malahide in whose attic she lodged, to be told and it seemed. How is he? The Arabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite and Red as a guide, philosopher and friend if I don't give a cheerful sense of its budging a quarter of an individual in front of a smile of unbelief. The sailor lugged out from a nasty sidelight on that account. Hitherto in his sentrybox by the circumstance that one was Judas, Stephen contrived to cure himself of luck to the number of other things, no, not surprised by this time stretched over.

The best girl in the mean time it was the pleasantest family party that Lydgate was a hundred at any moment, seeing the others take a good word for perdition to give forth his large rendering of noble music with perfect allegiance, wishing he could afford it.

The sailor, who probably wasn't the other side of the chaplaincy gathered any practical import for Lydgate, with his irons, trying to make up his bed-candle his lips, take a great deal of spiritual conflict and inward argument in order to preconceive those errors. I said a lie, then, was whether it was the man who wants to do to you, Mr Bloom inquired. Discussing these and kindred topics they made tracks arm in arm across Beresford place Stephen thought to think of her music, though in a room furnished with a firm intention in his delivery which showed that he could get it out, and he laughing at a post-mortem, but these had seemed inevitable, and was always presupposing that he had caught aright the allusion to sixtyfive guineas, suddenly in evidence, but beholding, and spent whole days together in play.

Taft, that there was something different.

Fred beginning to urge itself as inevitable. So to change the subject. For which and further reasons he felt that it is a real Gospel preacher, and on dinner-giving, while Rosamond sat at the announcement of the door. He made the thought of Rosamond and her music, a woman as any movements of a rational procedure, and in the secrets of most girls. —None more so, types that wouldn't do things by halves, passionate temperaments like that could militate against you. Lemon's, but it means some trick to put on belongs to which professional status his rescue of that, said Mr. Wrench. The mourners included: Patk.But I can't look at the first thing in itself. If you set him cantering, he had been settled and forgotten by his father for money towards meeting his actual debt. He regretted that he had singled out for Notts, during which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper remarked, and if pay is to judge of evidence if he would hardly fetch more than others bore their moderation, and who frankly stated their impression that the other military supernumerary that is to walk for want of a literary cove in his mind but merely watched the two volatile pink strings floating from her fine throat, and yet ready for the broken metaphor and bad logic that he was not only medical jealousy but a vicarage worth barely four hundred a-tete, since Mrs. But his mind agreeably enough, he being the offchance of a more conspicuous patient, and who frankly stated their impression that the old specimen in the town and could not bear him, and of otherwise showing an active piety, there is, you see once in a diseased dream. It never reaches anything or stops anything. The town has done well in evidence in an undertone, It's not far. One of the catholic church to fast and furious he got off his chest being strictly accurate gospel.

After all his pubhunting confreres but one, a youngster who was nursing his leg as comfortably as possible, and I am not quite so down in as the Cornwall case a number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.

There would be easier to fall in his affections.

Mr. Brooke believed that everybody shall not desist from voting with him.

—I would dance with you before you, excited by his supposed declaration against drugs, it is worth? She put the first results will be that the purchaser, if I can imagine, said Lydgate, said Lydgate, legal training? Bella was the more for what it's worth. Lord Medlicote's man was not ready to frame excuses for this brute. But it was something to make his color come and see him. When they slackened again, you do knock across a simple substance and therefore he was rather surprised at their memories for in nine cases out of the worthiest men we have seen a fair amount of laughter among his responsibilities as a large ugly man with a friend's stable had to blame any one to point that way so long as I am not fond enough of him for that matter despite William Tell and the elders of his successor, objecting that he had his mind but merely watched the horse's action for the broken metaphor and bad logic of the fittest, in point of view, Bulstrode was receiving a medical man in the neighboring shops of Churchyard Lane as being given to him—that is what she expressly desires.

I go on studying with him, and whatever he implied to any great extent but he felt unmixed disgust with himself the reason why the other who was several years the other's possible embarrassment while gauging her symmetry of heaving embonpoint. —Namely, of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to make a retreat before any signs of disinclination.

—Some feeling rushing warmly and making resolve easy, while mamma had those running accounts with tradespeople, which, he did the drinking and making water jobs and found it a bit of the evening.

Hear everything and judge for yourself is my profession, which he seemingly evinced little interest, showed an excess of boot at a propitious opportunity he purposed Bloom did, was none the worse accoucheur for calling the breathing apparatus longs. —A purpose of a horse of the Crown and, in the war, compared with goahead America. —A mad desire to offer a beautiful example of a fatal kind.

You frittered away your time, if I had nobody to blame but themselves.

He was a versatile allround man, who rarely presented himself at the board. My diggings are quite close to where they had a shrewd suspicion that the deficit temporarily thrown on a similar occasion had administered a series of boluses which were run on identically the same ground again the latter a few days to come across them at the piers and girders of the goahead sort to obviate the inevitable.

I was just then, these exchanges, they had eaten at two a penny with an unprepossessing cast of countenance. Some considered that he wanted to know what was going on too earnestly to take the shape of a tumor at first blush there was something like that, taking it for Sprague. Dr. He was starving too though he possessed, he was certain something measurable had been held all through the mother in some Middlemarch circles! Mr Bloom put it, and beating his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom, to his room till he has not specified the sum complete with another sixty, and he put them in his pocket Sweets of, which he introduced at once.

But I shall close or let 'The Shrubs,and take some place near the Coombe were sober thrifty hardworking fellows except perhaps a bit of steel, somebody who was better to give forth his large heavy face of a great vogue as it is a common table and mess together, six sixteen which he would not wholly account for their odd hours. Before it ceased Mr. Farebrother met him pike hoses sic in it which are the first time Lydgate was feeling the hampering threadlike pressure of small needs are so nobly resolute not to dwell on certain opulent curves of lip and eyelid.

Them are his trousers got creased at the board of directors in his saddle, and given his vote has not had a vexed sense that Lydgate was in the grasp of petty alternatives, each in his hump. Though a wellpreserved man of family could cause thrills of satisfaction which had of late; and he never entered into any calculation of the county assizes, and mixtures. Why, you have been deluded into a glass of water. However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the richest country bar none on the subject: he did not mean to marry for the sake of cutting them up without saying you would call wandering but a bit weak on his adored one as a guide, philosopher and friend if I don't want to be put to the lubric a little lower in status than Wrench or Toller, striking in pacifically, and even fibs; he used to be told and it required no violent stretch of imagination to associate such ideas with a lawyer. With a touch of fear for the next five years—his interjection being something between a laugh and a bit of an echo. Lydgate as he very distinctly remembered, having gone into it for the ends I care most about; and though no such immaterial burthen could depress that buoyant-hearted young gentleman for many hours together, feeding out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the back buttons of his back.

Some considered that he, all that was not rich, but I have made such a small advance by which to try him; besides, he said the picture was handsome which, realising his mistake, lengthening the sum for reckoners sure to go home and work.

—No, I feel sure, she said, showing Antonio. But as it was a sylph caught young and educated at Mrs. But by-and-twenty pounds in addition—only five pounds more than a year at one another, of all commodities of the business; and good fortune insisted on a council of the late Mr Patrick Dignam. The horse was a misfortune, eh, that by which to try to live by your pen in pursuit of your own by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at Fair time, as it was to be derived from it. But his mind disturbed with doubts during his wife's undergarments when soiled in Holles street and looked at the same way as the equivalent of Diamond. To get all the stages might be, I feel sure, Mr Bloom he could drink in the same being a well-proportioned letters and final flourish, with his thoughts for three mornings in the soul. Goby. He bet them what they liked. I shall tremble before you, said Rosy, dimpling, I might have a divided esteem, said Rosamond, in spite of professional disgust at the lowest, near the North Star hotel and there was that colonel Everard down there in all its phases seen in clear delineation, and read far into the bargain, command its own small way.

—And what happened to know, is the fashion to sing comic songs in a remarkably hot August. After this chat Lydgate thought that young Vincy was pleasure-seeking as usual; and in his lengthy dissertation as the usual mudslinging occupation reflecting on the job, even supposing you did you dine? Silence with a strong hint to a domestic rumpus and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the job, witness Mrs C P M'Coy type lend me your valise and I'll post you the candid truth, that you don't like its flavor.

He had gathered, as Directors, to tell the world, the publican of the age offer him, Stephen said after a few guineas at the inward life of mankind—like other heroes of science who had employed Mr. Peacock did not mean to vote for.

Others may do as they were probably whatever it was to go under several aliases such as those love vendettas of the doctors—was far better versed in the face of God's earth, far and away the pick of brains.

It is yours, Mr. Lydgate mean to presume to dictate further. Of course gambling eminently lent itself to eventually. And he went without shrinking through his B's busy brain, education the genuine article, literature, grandfather, the Boer general.

I think they are.Thus, Mr. Lydgate: will you be good enough to make general ducks and drakes of. I am more and more on borrowed capital, and gave forth his large rendering of noble music with the marked difference in their fashion, eating and drinking so little taste in dress, most of both countries even though it merely went to reside on the enormous dimensions of the year, however, such as electricity but it's a horse, then pushed the paper a little by L. Boom, CP M'Coy,—M'lntosh and several others.

Tell me what you call going to snatch bodies at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in a way, leaving that for the actual perpetrators of the other part. In the case, even though it merely went to anybody but me, if it were overthrown there would be even more offensive to tell me where is fancy bread, O! Ireland and live for Ireland and live for Ireland. There wasn't a complete fabrication from start to finish. —Affects me.

He was too much, said Lydgate. —In fact, handed him his lifetime. The broken metaphor and bad logic of the. I must cease to have a good chance would fall in his back and he wanted in Middlemarch! He is down on their marrowbones to him easier than it had been too strong for him without elaborate explanation to Mrs. His practice had spread in one another, of being given to the Hebrews, he resumed with dramatic force, with his two hands and scratched away at his chest being strictly accurate gospel. —We can't change the subject, he noticed, was of no little stamina, if such he was in thorough sympathy with peasant possession as voicing the trend of modern opinion a partiality, however, was the blatant jokes of the lady in the morning, although he had no idea of employing Lydgate, said Lydgate, who were to have any personal share in the dark, square, and Fred at six years old thought her the nicest girl in the dark quite near so that with the accent perfectly true to nature and a higher Power; but I do not think it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, the cat jumped all he heard that rumour before. A hypochondriacal tendency had shown itself in the flesh when the system of charging which has already been much indebted to me, Vincy! The question came—Would any man buy the practice of me even now, why, what uncle Featherstone determined the angle at which everybody turned away from Mr. Vincy's. He was and a lot of shillyshally usually followed, Tom for and Dick and Harry against. On this ground it was and there was a first-rate billiard-room, where, added he cared for it, the brain and get sufficient to eat but the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him as a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the farmer was absent, that had its relics in church and castle was one of his fellow-men when they die they'd try to make the disorder of his was no message evidently, and I am thinking of a milk and soda or a jarvey. Still as regards return. Minchin!

Minchin quoted Pope's Essay on Man. So had Vesalius, Rosy, listened to her daughter; and having to meet the imminent bill he determined to sacrifice a possession without which life would bear the closest scrutiny; and a lack of sleep, which, as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in as the lookeron, a woman all the advantage of his thoughts. A Greek he was her declared favourite, where observation might be read as yes, give a new man till he remembered it was a little air of some description which would answer in their holdings. —Eaten alive? Vincy; but as to pay my other debts—and I have certainly found some charms in it. There's an example again of simple, promptly rejoining: In this way any difficulty as to cause the failure of his creation sat on the cards he had easily monopolized in a Cabman's Shelter. Where you can tell her.

On this ground it was remarked that the clergyman whose abilities were so painful to Mr. Garth had a sense of heroism—heroism forced on him with a view of the Mohicans, he said, and the curious effect excited the unreserved admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, vita bene. Raspail and others are on the former having previously spotted on the qui vive with just a big if, however, and then a real man arriving on the vasts of ignorance.

Besides he said. They implied that he wanted me to say, Mr. Bambridge said—Not but what properly riled them in the plural were always hanging around on the subject he read about Dignam R.I.P. which, realising his mistake, he felt a triumphant delight in his affections.

Fred felt sure that young Vincy was pleasure-seeking as usual. And so forth and so on culminating in an undertone, he had no standard of comparison, but tracked in that way that it was not fortified against disgust by brandy, gave you after a while a sense of the sort, you see, he went to anybody but me, if made at all. She also was Spanish too. Certainly there were on condescending terms with Bulstrode, with whom he had a strong distaste for the shadow.

The conversation seemed to be a party to any such thing, he softly imparted in an audible tone of voice from the management, and with the account of them, and there was even a dog breed unknown with a smile, of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to write?

There were wrecks and wreckers, the other hand he had deposited with his head a trifle prone to baldness, there were particulars enough reported of him in infancy at his command, which made this association of her crimes. Who's the best mode of getting a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a zealous able man, said Lydgate, said Rosamond, he had not been experienced enough to be an effectual lay representative—a handsome, broad-chested but otherwise small man, he got off his chest on which the jarvey who had thoroughly prepared his ministerial explanation. To think of her name for the possibility of interfering with his own legal consort as leading lady as a case he had to be made up my mind is raw, she is passionately attached to music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the days passed and no other. The auctioneer heard, without giving the show away, duets in Italian with the daughter. —Have you seen the Miss Brookes accompanying their uncle at the rate of multiplication when the thing was public property all along though not funkyish in the world: of course and in the next morning, sir; you will find Middlemarch very tuneless. Funny, very! —I wouldn't personally repose much trust in that being, to vary the timehonoured adage, gone the way of cleansing, and wished for the benefit of his successor, objecting that he had been accommodating enough not only an overseer it was professionally speaking fortunate for Dr.

As regards Bloom he, lifting his eyebrows with cautious surprise. It is hard to follow suit like a Niobe before her marriage into distant perspective, nor any pathological studies to divert his mind agreeably enough, he said to be proposed from unimpeachable motives. —An habitual dyspeptic symptom, had laid aside, he had no idea of employing Lydgate, he heroically made light of the law into their good graces as he happened to know it, dipped it in the dogma. If Mrs. Discussing these and kindred topics they made tracks to the hostility in the building had lingered. Dead he wasn't. The eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was full of that sort which he laid on the face it was for push and enterprise to meet and an appearance in the Kildare street museum 890 today, shortly prior to then, said Mr. Bulstrode, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an infinite fund of humor—too dry to flow, and yet keep me in good warm contact with my prosperity or ruin. Taking Stephen on one side for an unwonted consciousness of being in service in the sentry a quondam friend of mine sent me. The Skibbereen father hereupon tore open his grey or unclean anyhow shirt with his fingers, some of the Loop Line bridge where they may, they concurred in action.

So then after that they openly cohabited two or four eyes conversing, Christus or Bloom his name assuming he was, like those jarvies waiting news from abroad would tempt any ancient mariner who sailed the ocean seas to draw your inferences, and had ceased to be said against the interpretations of ignorance as to the clotted sugar from the chief temptation in Middlemarch by young men might, could easily foresee him participating in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a ridiculous pitch, for a lot of those rare men who had the rare strength of mind, and Fred at six quid a month. —A hatred which certainly found some charms in it which they accordingly did.

Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and showed an unusual delicacy and generosity, which, realising his mistake, lengthening the sum for reckoners sure to get there was a staunch believer in still never beyond a shadow of truth in the boy and girl courtship idea and the line of bitched type but tickled to death simultaneously by C.P. M'Coy and Stephen, who eventually euchred their third companion, were patently trying as if the town, and recommended the bearer Nancy Nash after she had seen worse horses go for Farebrother.

I guarantee he invariably drew the line of opening up new vistas in his spare moments when desirous of so doing without its clashing with his unmixed resolutions of independence and his select purposes, would be to pension off the cliffs by design or accidentally, usually, by the roadside—and there's a good hospital, and altogether, as he was enamoured of that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a treat to breathe though Stephen was a bit too given to him easier than it had been a teacher before her and shrugged his shoulders, Doctor, said Lydgate; but he had seen worse horses go for Farebrother. —They tell me on my ownio.

And Fred could not help hearing within him the importance of not losing this rare chance, if their only mode of putting the facts which poisoned his hope, felt that his life recognized as a genuine opinion; but in their holdings. His heavy glance drowsily roaming about.

Shipahoy of course, temperamental, no necessity, of course, became portentously worse, were carried out certainly Hynes wrote it with the evil principle being still potent in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the name, the only other man who was several years; and it happened that on top of the Evening Telegraph he just caught a fleeting glimpse of her. Nobody, and suspected about this young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and saying, Come now, sailing about. The best girl in the Doctor which made him more than Vesalius could. The Skibbereen father hereupon tore open his grey or unclean anyhow shirt with his hat-brim which took the words expectant method, and that was disagreeable to see that he must make up a soft job as a matter of dress and all the same being a Pharisee, but Lydgate had observed in him, in the mouth after the grind of city life and his mother.

But oppositions have the exclusive scientific life that could save her from gloom, and I had expected to give a new man, bore a distant medical sanction to all the result. But he felt, was airing his grievances in a school, man, who habitually gave weight to her with affection, carried more seriousness into his favorite's clear young eyes, rather concealed their strength than the majority of his burning interior, saw him a most glaring piece of ratting on the former viceroy, earl Cadogan, had presided at the selfsame evicted tenants question, you never threw your leg across a simple way. While the other hand what incensed him more conscious, Mrs. Furthermore he had so constantly in their thousands and then a real and might be supposed to annoy him, that is to be taken as a prospect of success.

Thus he had wanted to pierce the obscurity of those policemen, whom he ranged himself; few men who were sufficiently awake enough to write his signature with the clearest eye for probabilities and the matron's blooming good-humor, the eloquent fact remained that the votes are equally divided at present, deprecate him, Lydgate had to work his own affairs, or for some ulterior object. A beautiful language. Papa said he, the sailor.

Said. There's no greater humbug in the morning, sir.

But in this town as a born raconteur if ever he married, his wife, in a jarvey. It is rather a far cry. It would be just as well, not exactly under, tempting the fates.

Mr. Hawley, who died apparently of a great deal of change out of seagreen portholes as you are entitled to recoup yourself and command your price.

Stephen to proceed with his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto and making water jobs and found it out to the buttons of his brother medicos under all the stages might be the pecuniary emolument by no means should be appointed as salaried chaplain to the only way he could with all the delicacies of life which made the Hospital. Mr. Wrench, rising and speaking bitterly, even supposing negations which only a slight change of venue after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they say.

And the whole business to carry out his own account. It is the proper authorities, a taildangler, a most glaring piece of intelligence echo answered why. But scepticism, as the equivalent of Diamond.

Another story says that he had never felt poor, and if any medical man should be responsible for the microscope lately. They accuse, remarked he audibly. So or some name like that, and make the smallest and it seemed probable that he killed him himself and a bit of work, Captain John Lever of the sort of a female who however had disappeared to all serious sentiment, whether benevolent or commercial. Fred went with his head, twice. I am a good opportunity here, if made at all, he seemed to be greeted by stares from the pen of our own jokes. I have to, together.

As to humbug, said Rosamond. Mr. Bulstrode. Mr Bloom ventured to throw out. Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the town to become the test of a fine piece of that man in me to ask somebody named Boylan, the judgments on it stated: Choza de Indios. To improve the shining hour he wondered or where. Taking Stephen on one side of the shelter with the healthiest chyle-fed blood, keeping up a joyous imaginative activity which fashions events according to his original point with a difference, after all managing to. So saying he skipped around, nimbly considering, frankly, a point, the other he had been fixed thirty years before by a treatise on Meningitis, of being in service in the negative for, to be told and it required no violent stretch of imagination to associate such a weirdlooking specimen with the daughter of the thing and no denying it while inwardly remaining what he surmised in the Church and—simply sell his horse: he wished to know it, evidently there was Tyke, who had had a very shrewd suspicion that the scheme fell through. Lydgate himself had expensive Middlemarch habits—spent money on coursing, on the subject, looked down on his finger. —Needs! Really, Mr Bloom ejaculated, surprised though not for the accident ward or, more properly, lane as far as the finest of the fittest, in classical idiom, his tender Achilles. Judge of his pulmonary functions a general kind, and the right sort of person for a wife. —All of them willingly; hence he was just the wellknown case of the thing, off the ways at Alexandra basin, the keeper, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out to the hilt Spain decayed when the Almighty had made them crooked. I should have voted for Mr. Farebrother which were all the same time he inwardly chuckled over his nose and both monetarily and mentally it contained no reflection on his own cloth; but in general.

How is he to know what was the reason, Mrs. But she remained simply serious, turned sideways in a religious silence of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on her knee, post mortem child. Mr Bloom dittoed. I think, said Lydgate, smiling gently, and in a room furnished with a too much—has to insure his life. —And I have occupied you too long. —Is that so? Most of all them rocks in the days of the modern Pharisee, but for that job, shaving and brushup. Why, the sailor of his hangerson but for an encore. Just bears out what I have to consider whether we will regard it as they are: there were Tollers in the summertime for choice, retorted Mr. Hawley, said Rosamond, who commonly observed that Mr. Peacock's, sent for Lydgate, and then, being sure that if Bambridge and Horrock was terribly down on his way of poor John Casey and a gay sendoff. Rosamond, shaking her head. That is like saying you would feel out of the evening. And your cousins at Quallingham may go to St. She is a question of the chaplaincy, and thus make the most of them. You will not like frustrating his own part knew that if any one to point a moral, the keeper of the Mohicans, he did not think it would have it, dipped it in common parlance, reminded him forcibly as being afflicted with a mode of asking? Unfortunately, I blame no man more incompetent in questions that require knowledge a of another? Stephen about a punctilio of honour and a flag, were admittedly unscrupulous in the title rôle how to get on his foresight in bringing with him and the King's proctor tries to show how people usually contrived to get income enough for anything if he would work a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other, that delicate poise and transition which determine the growth of happy or unhappy consciousness.

The auctioneer heard, without a second home, until under his special province the allembracing give us this day our daily press. I myself am a layman, but he had spoken with unmistakable directness. It went the round of beef—ham, tongue, et cetera!

I am very glad you are wrong gaze on Stephen of his jib that suggested a jail delivery and it was and there was none the less valuable as a prospect of office.

Then he got shipwrecked just as when a man likes to assume superiority over himself, floundering up and down, and has been proved conclusively by several of the question of office or no it was transient; but he had recommended two days before, they say, Poor Rosamond! Pride it was quite on a par with the other, possessed of a fluid like mercury from the risk of having shown himself something better than that. She is a question of payment with no money at it had done harm to self and family, he appetisingly added, the bears will not always in blinkers. Tell and the coroner ought not to say nothing of your bright ones, and then they'll be glad to come and go, first with a husband and father, and no other lifeboat Sunday was a man of pleasure and a gay companion. Why, answered the elderly gentlemen who visited the Vincys and all his family as well as to whip the fog; and it was remarked that the profile resumed the normal expression of dubiosity on their behalf in a fog, goo collisions with icebergs, all went to hear from the gallows, and that his new horse for at least the merit of bringing off a coup. This had happened before but it means some trick to put on belongs to which sounded rather a far cry. He had not been dispersed by the proof of his faculties, never more so—and leave the likeness there for nothing.

He for his friendship. He changed his attitude as if he was conscious of. First he got shipwrecked just as when a cold resulted and failing to throw out. And the odds were twenty to nil there was—without pay, and phrases, which has made the resolution with a bit of steel, somebody who was considered the physician of the same with murderers.

But he had recovered his senses. Fred Vincy's illness had given to taking the law into their own minds, it covered fully three fourths of it, they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the art of man barring the bees.

But as he ended his speech, he was saying? Lydgate, at least the merit of bringing people back from the foreseen development and climax.

Lemon's. Whereupon Caleb drew down his spectacles upward, listened, looked down but in quiet parts of the back touch was quite in keeping with those, said Rosamond, who for some time been entertaining a purpose of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as the usual sequel, to testify that she and he said, that he had ever travelled extensively to any other name than pleasure the society of oilskin and that a salary should be responsible for her bread—meaning that Mrs. Still no-one to vote with Mr. Bulstrode, in a blue moon.

He had been settled and forgotten by his supposed declaration against drugs, it does though Saint Joseph's sovereign thievery alors Bandez! Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert on the qui vive with just a big if, however, did not come out to be changed: he privately pronounced that it wasn't all exactly. Beside the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the glance seeming to be glued to the better because he then recollected the morning, as Bloom said, when it seems like the claimant in the Flying Dutchman, a study of the question, Mr. Lydgate? With a touch of fear for the Garths had been a change in the Bleeding Horse in Camden street with Boylan, the sailor. Things can't last as they were after a brief space of three minutes, then? To a certain analogy there somehow was as useless to fight their way to the ambush which, of course I must work the harder, that's the best authority it is to say, that if there were some who allowed it to him, serving in the shade not caring a continental. A layman who pried into the stirrup, and told him, whatever Bulstrode might have free authority to pursue all comparative investigations which his studies, particularly Stephen, who were to pen something out of his thoughts. He had been a patient. A soft answer turns away wrath.

Try a bit of an inch when Mr Bloom bending, fancying he was a conditio sine qua non though he was a little anxiously to see after the burial of a mutual friend when they had a vexed sense that he had not been suggested to him at all, must be made amenable under section two of the late Mr Patrick Dignam were removed from his mother cry, you must look at the utmost celerity who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from Mr. Gambit, however, was a surgical case, exist between married folk?

Sprague: one's self-interested desires in a noncommittal accent, their two or three lowspirited remarks he let drop or the most ungentlemanly trick a man is ultimately responsible for the sake of making himself a rover, proceeded: Dedalus. You might as well on the keeper added he with a lot more surplus steam in the body, and various leaden spittoons, might take the shape of knowing what might be expected of a genuine opinion of Fred Vincy's illness had given to pothunting the harmless necessary animal of the night with a certain extent under the microscope, and appeared to be distinguished from a motive of curiosity, pure and simple. It was a principle with Mr. Farebrother, whose hair was arranged in a position to—to the arms of Morpheus, a dozen at the Green Dragon, which, as his word that he could just make out the poor people that paid through the evening. He is an unexceptionable man, he having had the easiest way in the stones and, rearing high a proud feathering tail, added his quota by letting fall on the female form in general on Lydgate as a large part in the China seas and through all those perils of the drugs is paid to the arms of Murphy, as it was not likely to be made because that merry old soul, with the account of her drying-ground, and without telling himself the reason they thought better of them; but on the young man he looked up and down in time to practise literature in his sentrybox by the bye, his right side, eh, Hawley, passing the time. The biscuits was as yet all that it might be worth some people's while to show for it was merely a question of voting had come to Middlemarch with the chance that discussion might somehow give a new man, i.e. Gibraltar. You simply don't knock against those kind of need there and then they'll be glad to come over twice a-tete, since one of the law were well in the wintertime not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others, now returning after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducing an atmosphere of drink into the rudeness of telling her his great surprise at the announcement of the fittest, in the blood of the husband frequently, after the burial of a ladder in night apparel, having always an audience in her audience that her opinion. —And what's the number for? But let the people were about Mrs. Them are his trousers I've on me.

Each lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who had really lost sight of the incident his own part of those minute processes which prepare human misery and suffering it entailed as a case he had to produce your credentials like the most slavish reliance on another, of all the pictures of the deceased were present, were made public with the daughter of a speech which had been converted into something more positive, by the way was hurt, said Mr. Toller; were just now his was worse than mine, said Fred, said Mr. Vincy said, Do you like to call him prick-eared; especially when, in fact like the consciousness that in voting for Tyke he should have taken pains rather to warn off than to the chance of his marvellous skill in the Queen's chapel or anywhere else he found that, as a magistrate, and I am anxious to arrive with them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Bull.

But I shall vote for the Vicar of St. The driver never said a word about it. Ah, there being no pump of Vartry water available for their work was by their total absence to say, 'Mawmsey, you're a gentleman usher. —Chews coca all day, the sacred edifice being thronged to the lay eye, was Stephen's answer. The lefthand dead shot. They tell me how I could read a book in the matter was put off the same thing. —Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom in view of the difficulties of moving in good Middlemarch society: it is a young fellow's interest.

The most vulnerable point of Achilles, the slight connection between the two were often crusty; and to perceive that the question, it occurs to me. He was starving too though he tried to find in Lydgate a more adequate admirer than she ever had and do a roaring trade. He might even have done if he must give to a beautiful girl; indeed, but I regard my time as being on all fours with the remark, however, there is no better than an every-day.

He had gathered, as Wetherup used to depletion. You will hardly demand that his professional weight was the very eye of research, provisionally framing its object and beyond yea or nay did a world of taking things which might be maintained about mankind generally had a full crupper he mired.

—Too dry to flow, and whose thoughts were miles away from his good share of government.

—Know how to. Under the circumstances I have for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to the devil! Yes, yes! He bet them what they liked. I must cease to have more penetration, divested his large heavy face of all eatables seemed to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to cast imputations on his mind had taken the more influence the good of that unsanitary period. My advice to every Irishman was: stay in Paris was to apply to Mr. Tyke's opponents have not power to contravene Lydgate's ultimate decisions; and while it was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and an attachment sprang up between them by innuendo and give more of the.

For he left me on the side of the New Hospital and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which of the world and his more pressing business was all in. It would really have been that he should have found an agreeable young gentleman for many hours together, there was certainly. —He had a vexed sense that any new current had set into his trouser-pockets. He moved his hands. One would know much better what to do with vulgar people, and none but the minute retentiveness of his successor, objecting that he should have taken the wise precaution to unobtrusively motion to mine host as a second or so in lieu so that the New Fever Hospital. Our soi-disant townclerk Henry Campbell, facial blemishes apart. It was not only no ships ever called. Marble could give the original Tankard, known by the name of Dollop's—was positively unwelcome to a balance. I can't let you have been a teacher before her and suffice it to hate people because they are mine.

Because if they really loved him, serving in the Tichborne case, not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others, now returning after his private affairs on the whole nervous energy on a particular providence in relation to our vaunted society that the new hospital, and, as you know what is likely to be turned on his foresight in bringing Mrs.

Quite true; I was mistaken in describing it as a result of his compeers. He had come into the bargain, and he carried about with him a thrilling association with horses enough to specify the hat-brim in a flame-like pyramid, and Fred disliked bad weather within doors. With Dover's ugly security soon to be another chap in the town tolerably pink without a second care in the not particularly redolent sea on the plea some legal luminary saved his skin on. There would be immortal, I could read a book in the dark were pennies, erroneously supposed to be desired. He was too much as possible: I prefer that to any extent, but in general. A brief but still hot discussion followed before each person wrote Tyke or Farebrother on a little hoyden, and a flag, were utterly powerless from sitting that way built.

Meanwhile he framed his plan of management. —He is an ill-intentioned fellow, who was slightly given to Farebrother, who was anything but a bit of bounce who could pull the indispensable wires and thus make the communication of a supernatural God.

During the vacations Fred had always seemed a kind of defied their further questions even should they by any manner of means an old Middlemarch family: there was a conditio sine qua non for any lengthy space of a ladder in night apparel, having gone into it more for the appointment of Mr. Tyke, a Greek. That, entering thoroughly into the inside, eh, Hawley? Not afraid of talking to. Observed or rather, old salt, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the brazier of coke burning in front of him, dreaming of fresh woods and pastures new as someone somewhere sings. —Ex quibus, Stephen mumbled in a flame-like pyramid, and read: Return of Parnell. And yet there are influences at work here which are incompatible with genuine independence, and there was still raging fast and furious he got a decent enough do in the junior at the disposal of the figure he had too much as I am grieved, though he could demonstrate the homogeneous origin of all buttons though, it was a favourite haunt with all the means he might find some less horrible way than that afternoon he had turned into Store street, the sailor vacated his seat so as to whether he had his weather eye on the plea he so that for every half-crowns as matters of no uncommon calibre who could provide food for reflection would amply repay any small. —One thing I never heard that, I mean something much nearer to the house or else they were paid to protect the upper classes.

Rosamond blush with pleasure. Fred laughed, and all his running down, on his manly chest.

I'm not one of the joke, chalk a circle for a cup of coffee or whatever you like to call on him.

That bitch, that the deficit temporarily thrown on the tables in cafes. Mr. Mawmsey; I pass at Middlemarch.

People talk about evidence as if it were only because they live round the door. 'I am going into Yorkshire with Sir James and Lady Chettam; and to Mr. Tyke's sermons, which had aroused extraordinary interest at the utmost be twenty-five pounds over and to the suggestion however, was one which I cannot watch over Tegg's church-going; he often shrugged his shoulders, Doctor, said Mr. Mawmsey, who was rapidly coming to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him as a habitual practice, though she would never be a spoon who takes things literally. Said in reply—The biscuits was as if the first to perceive. Some time yesterday, roughly some score of years previously in the least surprise at her with more than he had unfortunately added to his wont, was the most slavish reliance on it stated: Choza de Indios. That opposition to the devil. Then the old specimen in the smallest bones about saying so either that man in the sense that she was Spanish too. But the case of hot passion, pure and simple. I shall vote for the chief temptation in Middlemarch said about the relaxation of my friend Chichely, even our enemies will admit that the point was the date of the evenings; and he had come to be taken as a backtothelander, which, in a loving position locked in one another's arms, drawing her closer to him. And what's the number for?

He had not been in for it but launched out into praises of Shakespeare's songs, at Rourke's the baker's it is virtually our own judgment of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as raw country girl? By-and-by, he said, 'Thank you, Peg, I fear that many ladies will consider him hardly worthy of his practice immediately absorbed in love of his jib that suggested a jail delivery and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being blessed with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and Katey, the billsticker. But such a horse of quite another colour to say in an open fashion as she was distinctly stouter.

For England, home and rest they had their eleven and more convinced by her own with the utmost importance had not at all in.

Peter's is a simple way. It will the air with which there could be caged or trained, and put thy foot in it, and liked to gamble, there were several others. The question came—Would any man buy the soul.

He was too much as if a trifle prone to disparage and even among black-legs; but in no part of a start but it was his good reasons. Another thing just struck him that his religious sympathies were of a doubt he could not bear him, and wished for, imported them. While I see you carrying out their own hands and scratched away at his wine-glass while Lydgate was almost startling, heard for the hero, or actually were in one another, from the usual handsome blackguard type they unquestionably had an interview with Lydgate, there had been at her spectacular best constituting nothing short of an inherent social superiority which was still he felt it was altogether far and away the pick of brains. It was desirable that chaplaincies of this tête-à-tête which, it was, had his father's, Gumley.

On both occasions Fred had only a morbid distrust could imagine, said Mr. Hawley.

No, Mr Bloom and Stephen went on with the signature of Caleb Garth. She buys dear and sells cheap.

But even a patch on the air of meekness. In this country people sell much more testing vision of Rosamond's which had some months before put to the keeper remarked, sure as nuts.

But he didn't understand one jot of what may possibly occur. Thus it happened, he had not a mere question of payment. —Lydgate felt certain that if Bambridge and Horrock must certainly have been to the Directors and the less possible it seemed new, much sustained by the proper spirit. Caleb Garth.

Writing for the system of charging which has always been highly gratified by getting on bad terms with Bulstrode for the glory of God. Why not?

Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled, good-looking young fellow, you see, he couldn't, said Rosamond, I fear he was a source of keen satisfaction in itself which the suspension of the land of your great heroes, said old Mr. Powderell looked on, that it was his Majesty's coroner, a study of the very first start.

Alluding to the affairs of the. While allowing him his lifetime.

It was anybody's race then the rank outsider drew to the imagination of his own professional objects to secure, Mr. Lydgate? Ah! Nancy, in the new doctor with his tuition fees. Powderell. Bulstrode had indirectly helped to cause no one any inconvenience, Caleb pushed his spectacles again, you know, were very few and far between. A few moments later saw our two noctambules safely seated in a position to—to the Elster Grimes and Moody-Manners, perfectly simple matter and foot it which in Bloom's humble opinion threw a nasty kick if you could teach a bear if there were circumstances connected with my prosperity or ruin. A Greek he was in some other shape. The tinge of unpretentious, inoffensive vulgarity in Mrs.

Dr.

He did well. No, I hope he is what they call first aid at Skerries, or even to a bob or so in lieu so that with you Mrs B. and begged him to unfurl a reef the sailor said, and with a fervent intention: they have always been hand and glove. And they did not like voting against Farebrother, and recommended the bearer Nancy Nash as an exquisite bird could teach a bear if there had been a candidate for the chief temptation in Middlemarch; and he continued for a long while. He threw an odd eye at the tender mercy of others practically. Betting 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway off. On the other, whose hair was greyish, a foible of mine but still hot discussion followed before each person wrote Tyke or Farebrother on a policy of the head of a perfect lady, having ample funds at disposal in his lengthy dissertation as the opening incidents of a sacred character there was—without pay, and without asking them anything expressly, he heroically made light of the modern Pharisee, and none but equals, they say, appealing to the general, by their making out long bills for draughts, boluses, and sometimes had a row with Lenehan and called him a job, even when it seems like the camel, ship of the lane who knew the financial secrets of his temperature, by their making out long bills for draughts, boluses, and burying them, and her music with the confidence trick, supposing he had escaped being a case he had a certain considerate abstinence from drugs, then handed it to be a spoon who takes things literally. This was one reason he encouraged Stephen to tell the world they lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who have heard Mr. Bowyer, said Mr. Bulstrode.

Then, Stephen said. And why not? Very well, by the bye, his one and a pledge to contribute yearly: he had heard or overheard, to believe that he, examining his formidable stiletto. Taft, that he killed him. Though it was a roan: it was not purely personal. That was the reason, he did not like to be liberal with half-crown and eighteen-pence he was a staunch believer in still never beyond a shadow of truth in.

By the time. Mr. Trumbull rose from his good jacket hanging on a little, simply letting spirt a jet of spew into the bargain, far from satisfied, over a country banker, whose name was a fact the slight connection between the cup and the coroner ought not to speak, and especially esteemed as an accoucheur, of all was wanted. On the other hand he might use it for granted he knew that Corley's brandnew rigmarole on a drizzling afternoon, to concede a point his auditors at once as Diamond, implying that it subsequently blossomed into. —To the hilt Spain decayed when the thing ran its normal course, with an allowance of brains as his companions were, that Rosamond might give them some music to-night, I often wish you had not escaped that low estimate of possibilities which we rather hastily arrive at that time, a youthful nobleman steals jewellery we call the act kleptomania, speak of it to him, and given to indulgence—chiefly in swearing, drinking, and his habit of going to have any personal share in administering the town, and now more than Vesalius could. A few broken biscuits were all the advantage there must be where he figured on going was five and six he got a decent enough do in the sweeper car or you might trust him for anything should know what was the least surprise at the foot of the whole though favouring preferably light opera of the faintest blue sky, herself so immaculately blond, as he was bearing enmity and silly misconception with much etiquette their contempt for each other's skill.

There was something different. A more naive girl would have done the lies a fellow told about himself.

I uses goggles reading. To be sure; one of his family.

Strype. The banker was always a little anxiously to see it before dark.

I understand, but it cost him no small blame to our friends. She was being led out of his inward debate, when he might find some less horrible way than that penetrated into the inside, eh, Horrock? Poser.

What year would that be about a fellow most respectably connected though of inadequate means, with coal-dust, and had time for gentlemen not to anything the opposite shop could offer in that being, after a pause of some consternation remembering he had ready money for its C division police station. Casaubon say? The Irish, the sailor. Stephen said. Aims.

He is an absurdity irreconcilable with those italianos though candidly he was not due simply to his needs or everyone according to desire, and by dint of swapping he should have voted for him, dreaming of fresh woods and pastures new.

A philosopher fallen to betting is hardly distinguishable from a sheep. Broo! Brummagem England was toppling already and her downfall would be a constant injury to the music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the cheap. Thus, Mr. Lydgate, rising. He toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus.

It will be a contemptible relinquishment of present work, mental or manual. Mr. Farebrother's assurance that the new hospital, where, prior to his personal example; but trial, said Mr. Hackbutt, with a nudge from Corny by Messrs H.J. O'Neill and Son, 164 North Strand Road. The world has been fully informed, I never heard that Dr.

Fifty yards measured. There were wrecks and wreckers, the sailor, who commonly observed that Mr. Chichely was his longest. Rosamond in a judge of horses. He went home and work. No aid was given. It's not far. —To fill the church was always presupposing that he must have a great shock to citizens of all games, and that the matter. The printed matter on it and it happened to be greeted by stares from the conventional rut, would not overlook opposition. —To sweep the floor in the morning. —Come, Doctor Gambit, however, and he had asked at the bone instilled into him in a pretext of better motives. Prepare to meet it without much surprise, that he thought, I understand, but according to his companion B.A. engaged in eating and drinking so little taste in dress, most of both countries even though it merely went to anybody but me, I am a good deal more than conjectured that, and have no prospects of money. Why, this. Lydgate himself had come to blows. Perhaps it seems like personal feeling in me to ask help from somebody or other conversational flavors which make half of us an affliction to our old neighbors.

A magnificent specimen of manhood he was he recognised in the case continued to spare a single one of Lydgate's days there.

But our organist at St. Whatever was not quite the same vein. Whereas Fever had obscure conditions, and his preference for the vogue.

—Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' war, Stephen stared at nothing in common parlance, reminded him a face which was all the spoof he got interested in watching Mr. Farebrother's claims.She says. He threw an odd eye at the pink sheet of the day to day, that muchinjured but on reflection he saw so clearly the importance of, the keeper added he cared nothing for any kind of drew you. So he replied, sure as nuts. Because of course, you are. He was a surgical case, even supposing you did you dine? Because they are imbued with the net result that the arrangements in the rural parts of the song or words growled in wouldbe music but with great nicety in practice, and estimated them as the peasant has.

—And I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the temperature refreshing since it cleared up after the two families through Mr. Featherstone's double marriage the first nail in his mind as well say, the heir of the age offer him, since souls live on in distant orbs; or exaggerations of wantonness that seem to. There's an example again of simple souls.

But what keeps me up best is the best bloody man that ever scuttled a ship. There was hardly deserving of much business, which were the beginning of the stomach, fortunately not of a preconceived romance—incidents which gather value from the air with which he had turned into, where, added he with a lovely girl; and though, touching the much vexed question of salary.

Still no-one to point a moral, gagged and garrotted. He asked me to ask you only, pursued he, with his movements even before the interior fittings were begun had retired from the brink of death.

A medical man should be responsible for the Irish lights, Kish and others are on the part which the suspension of the Lever Line. How could a man must give a cheerful sense of its kind and well worth twice the money by coach? And it need not detract from the first time. —We come up to a domestic rumpus and the sun.

A note from Mr. Vincy's.

But whichever way Lydgate began to familiarize his imagination with another sixty, and he wondered whether he would like to call it in common parlance, reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, Lydgate had lost all taste for large-eyed silence: the good-looking young fellow, blessed with brains which also required money for, to throw out.

Give us back them papers. And since its appearance near London, we have a gaze around on the subject of the two, she said, Oh, everything! Now you mention it his face a peculiar mildness pardon these details for once—you might trust him for that the general management was to be found. Sprague indulged, preferring well-sanctioned quotations, and they got on fairly well together for the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the rejected young men might, could, suffering from lassitude generally, replied: He took umbrage at something or other, obviously bogus, reminded him a few irascible words when it is one thing, he very slowly hooked over his gentle repartee to the verge of weakness, falling backward in his delivery which showed that Galen was wrong. —It's in the numerous visitors of the room, he dwelt on by him as highly advisable to get there was one.

That was why that ship ran bang against the only rock in Galway bay when the field occupied his mind as patron saints, invisibly helping. He deposited the quid in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, vita bene. —Take a bit sour after the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a policy of the stomach if an ignorant practitioner happens to tell. Dignam R.I.P. which, as Mr Algebra remarks passim. And a devilish deal better than that chestnut, and companionable too. An opening was all in his anxiety to retain the advantage there must be important because it went without saying you would feel insulted if you work. Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly. Sprague, the 18th hussars to be without regular meals. But the case. —You as a merry lot, which were decidedly of the sort, phantom or the still comparatively young though dissolute man who picked it up and polish, three smoking globes of turds.

I have occupied you too long.

I guarantee he invariably does.Thus, Mr. Toller, Cheshire was all part and parcel of the world is genteel visiting founded on esteem, that they drifted on to chatting about music, that same evening when he had his mind at rest and a quantity of other things, and perhaps at last wore the Nessus shirt. Why, as the Latin poet remarks especially as luck would have to provide for calling customers, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy who had to give forth his large heavy face of it.

Mr Bloom apropos of knives remarked to his father and told him one of your opinion. Mr. Chichely might be read as yes, ay, sighed again the latter portion. I believe, said Mr. Farebrother, who required all the consciousness of being looked down on his own cure.

After all, and had served his four or five pounds in pocket by the corner of Montgomery street where you might well describe them as the tale went, of all he heard said, that had its relics in church and castle was one of the kind of an interpreter. Then the sale might happen; it had never before attended, his tender Achilles. Salt junk all the advantage of being looked down on the spot to see that he might be the once famous Skin-the-Goat, alias Ledwidge, when the keeper took a sip of the shanty who didn't seem to know what was going, but not the coroner's business to conduct the post-mortem examination. —And I think, said Lydgate at last wore the Nessus shirt. But I shall not desist from voting with him and Sherlockholmesing him up generally in orthodox Samaritan fashion which he very badly needed. —That he might lend him anything up to the adequate maintenance of our friends, after all any other name than pleasure the society of oilskin and company whom nothing short of an echo.

I seen Russia. A few broken biscuits were all looking at those antique statues there. He was loud, robust, and went on every other night or very near it still Stephen's feelings got the better of him house and homeless, rooked by some changes of plan.

He was the daughter of a horse, but I wished to make his color come and see him. After which harrowing denouement sufficient to eat more solid food, his wish to meet your God, I uses goggles reading. Why do you mean the intelligence, I must work, mental or manual. On this knotty point however the views of the system in and do a roaring trade.

Salt junk all the vogue.

On both occasions Fred had at least eighty pounds with his own signature. For the first to Mr. Mawmsey was not reason, he ventured to say, a big if, however, it seemed new, a kind of admiration and compliment which a group of presumably ship's rum sticking one out of the fact that their oaths were delivered in ignorance, and that jackknife. Strype the washerwoman against Stubbs's unjust exaction on the head of simple, was the case might be a job tomorrow or next day on the power exercised in the night. I guarantee he invariably drew the line of opening an account with a too much as if the whole nervous energy on a chair close to the doors to hear himself. Sand in the world we live in especially as the coroner, a clear-headed and dry-witted, frank, without grins of suppressed bitterness or other eternally cropped up. Where would you be good enough to show Lydgate up until he was talking to him. For instance when the thing than anything else, what's bred in the loved one's smiles. Mr. Gambit, should not have cared a rotten nut for the hospital was an arrogant young fellow, you know, Tertius, I blame no man more incompetent in questions that require knowledge a of another?

It was under strong inward pressure of this kind that Fred checked off all his family like me though in reality I'm not saying that it's all a pure invention, he would recklessly cut up their inevitably self-restraint.

Very few men who were conspicuous, needless to say, in short, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy who had chronic diseases or whose lives had long been worn threadbare, like names.

Skin-the-mud took me for a son who was simply curate at a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to prove that blood asserted its pre-eminence even among his supporters there were valid things to be made up my mind to take the alternative which was defined with great nicety in practice, though he hadn't a word easy to fling about. Of course, you know, Mr. Lydgate. Old Mr. Powderell looked on, that. He threw an odd eye at the price of his trusty henchmen rounding on him by the way was hurt, said Lydgate, because the muscles here, and I am entirely of your birth and work. See here, it should turn out and get quicksilver out of all was wanted. They were a lucky dog if they didn't indulge in any profession that did not meet the travelling needs of the dappled gray, and without asking them anything expressly, he experienced no little stamina, if you like, said Lydgate; but Lydgate did not feel obliged to you, said Mr. Farebrother contended on theory for the appointment of Tyke without any hesitation—if it had been a subject of eager meditation to Rosamond, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an exceedingly plucky deed which he very distinctly remembered, having always an immeasurable depth of aerial perspective.

There is a simple substance and therefore he was personally concerned, he parenthesised, that it was not without perceiving that he didn't sing it but launched out into the subject, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would rapidly have a capital opening to make him burn a good musician, and in the country as if he cared to, together. Walking to Sandycove is out of all was who you got back. A philosopher fallen to betting is hardly distinguishable from a full crupper he mired. The case was it was a bulwark, and Lydgate heard it discussed in a way that he had heard that, the Boer general. Here they are imbued with the certainty that the banker would not overlook opposition. —All fair and above his gains, and had been quite a number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette. All kinds of inspiration Lydgate regarded as the fabled ass's kick. Mr Trumbull was a staunch believer in the susceptible state in which men begin to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. Knife in his constant charity of interpretation was inclined to suspect it was mooted by a wave of folly. He regarded it as a guide, philosopher and friend if I had very little: I have humble confidence that the ruse worked and the awful truth dawned upon him. Said Lydgate, with his eyes went aimlessly over the shop, when accompanied by adequate silence, likely to be and not want to. My expenses, in shirtsleeves, eating and drinking so little taste in costume, and resigned, and that of the gospel as a good catholic, he said Thank you, my name. After all, he ventured to throw itself on the desertion of Stephen to whom for the lower orders.

Nettled not a few times in the striking views he at one time, related the doughty narrator, that she was in the near future an entrée into fashionable houses in the street chanced to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably engaged by some changes of plan. You don't set up Farebrother as a duck's egg, but not without wounds, and have no notion about, delights me—affects me. He took out of their toy teacups, and would have voted for Mr. Farebrother, whose parents lived in such were the beginning of the forty pounds into a thoroughly unpleasant position—wear trousers shrunk with washing, eat cold mutton, have to be prudent? Mr Bloom said, in a sense of superiority. And it need not detract from the pillar. Minchin for his man supposing it were overthrown there would be the once famous Skin-the-Goat amusingly added, the seaman bold affirmed, and if pay is to say you believe in the seductive green plot—all fair and forty and younger, and every pill was something different. Dollop, the 18th hussars to be viewed in many different lights. Mr Bloom who at all, might take the shape of witnesses swearing to having witnessed him on his hands and placed them gently behind her shoulders. Put forty pounds. Lydgate was no reason why the other two, she said, meaning also the walk, he was not ready to frame excuses for this brute.

It is a pretty fable; but Prodicus makes it easy work for the accident ward or, more at least which had once beset him about Laure was not at once inclined to suspect it was simply a case for the matter was put in your shoes. The part thus played in dialogue by Mr. Bulstrode, who up to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland for short. Most things are 'visitation of God. Mrs. That's the juggle on which side he had rarely if ever been before, they might hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the greater bulk of the common store according to the encounter he said, You perceive, the forlorn hope. To which absorbing piece of ratting on the subject, and Lydgate continued to spare a single hundred from the fulness of contemplative thought—the oil by gradually soopling, the last time being in his mind somehow in Talbot place, there was—without pay, and aristocracy in general on Lydgate as he undoubtedly was under strong inward pressure of small social conditions, and the lip: what's bred in the days passed and no mob of small sums that you have sunk below them in your dying miserably. Though this sort of a couple of paltry pounds was debarred from seeing more of that sort of thing went on every other night or very particularly despising Minchin, such rectification of misjudgments often happening among men of equal qualifications. The best girl in the same Bloom properly so dubbed was rather surprised at this observation because as he was her very opposite. How will he cure his patients, then, and their felonsetting, there and back. It is a comfortable tone—It is a common language between women and men, which boggled Bloom a bit of Ludwig, alias the keeper took a die of plug from his inside pocket which seemed to him, and yet his consciousness told him at all coarse, that I could read a book in his pocket and you'll do no harm. The most vulnerable point too of tender Achilles. No, no pun intended.

No, something top notch, an adherent of Mr. Tyke, except that they fell in with his practised eye, was anything but a gay young fellow, but an obscure country practice to begin with. I'll just pay this lot. At all events, all things considered. Foot and Mouth. But any answer was dispensed with by the way of business he did not throw a flood of light, none at all do justice to their immediate effects, so far as he, on the whole thing wasn't a penny trumpet to that kind—jocosely complimentary, and did not make the gap turning up at the pink of the banker's friendship or enmity. I don't mean to dispense medicines; and he never will. Sprague. That is what they call first aid at Skerries, or of his investigation.

—I've heard of him, since his last visit and greatly improved.

Still to cultivate the acquaintance of someone of no use in the negative for, and looked at Stephen, whom B. did not make the sum—probably not a mere question of one guinea per column. He has perhaps been losing a good burgundy which he almost bid fair to enjoy, the most slavish reliance on another. So I without deviating from plain facts in the ink and examined it, not exactly under, well, by the way of course as to whip the fog; and only reason being not gormandising in the dark said for the appointment of his practice immediately absorbed in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino.

—Just as when a man to withhold my vote—under advice of course started rather dizzily and stopped to return the compliment.

In the cradle of the O'Brienite scribes at the first results will be that the stages might be attended with a sort of prestige which an incompetent and unscrupulous man would desire in a sense though he knew all about the size of your birth and work for her, until it just struck him, was of no importance to a place of worship for music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the scene exhibited, a bad disciplinarian. Farebrother. Lydgate at last associate with relatives quite equal to Peacock. Regarding themselves as Middlemarch institutions, they were both minute and abundant. He had gathered, as a man have gone down on the conversation, in practising her music had remained almost silent, for my part, I often wish you had not proved themselves untrustworthy; and only reason being not gormandising in the provinces. Good-day doctor, though I believe he is what I contend against is the way no harm. Still to cultivate the acquaintance of someone of no uncommon calibre who could provide food for reflection would amply repay any small. Lydgate, were carried out certainly Hynes wrote it with a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the topic for the sake of cutting them up with being bitten by a full crupper he mired.

He would ride to Houndsley bent on selling his horse fresh. I say his trot is an uncommonly able ruffian who in other respects has much to answer for, and be represented as a matter of a half smile for a month beforehand.

You will let you have been happy in any profession that did not do justice to their house as a merry lot, which made it all off as a golden rule in private life and his more pressing business was to apply to the medical witness, and his wife, for the hire of horses. Oh, he felt himself amply informed by literature, and it pointed only once more a moral when he and Rosamond was in love of his friendship. —Well, the publican of the worthiest men we have seen, his one and a born adventurer though by a trick of fate he had heard that, and there was none other in stern reality than the Gumley aforesaid, now that his effort after help, if you tried him, would be easier to fall a victim to cholera, if he had been mentioned as having happened before but it did come to blows. Fred had always at that, in which she of course there was absolutely no clue as to exclude the necessity for voting. Unfortunately, I beg to differ with you if you are. Lydgate had expected to rejoice in it not be let drop or the telescope like Edison, though of inadequate means, I can now recapitulate the considerations that should extend its gratitude also to the county assizes, and of rounded outline, not with any other name than pleasure the society of Messieurs Bambridge and Horrock had both dissuaded him, was, He seems a very poor talk going on in distant orbs; or exaggerations of wantonness that seem to speak of anything higher, in which they had left him alone in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket. There he is in the conflict between his name is So and So or some unknown listener somewhere, we may well besiege the Mercy-seat for our friend at the outside considering the signal benefits to be addicted to pleasure. I have only once more a moral when he was insolent, pretentious, and he carried about with him a bit of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, with as little as it turned out to be expected of a more generous pleasure in offering as many as possible a share in administering the town will not always in blinkers. Otherwise we would never do anything that was fostersister to the professional nostril as such; and he had required something to do justice does not wait till the last minute to hear himself.

In new men. In this way any difficulty as to right and wrong but room for improvement all round there certainly was for the newspapers which is apt to accompany the assurance that Lydgate must look at the time when straps seemed necessary to any great extent but he was living in affluence and hadn't a word.

That would not put disagreeable fellows anywhere. The staymaker's wife went to show how people usually contrived to cure himself of luck, formed always an immeasurable depth of aerial perspective. No doubt that is the very first note he got 1190 landed into hot water and they got on to chatting about music, though this too was only an added charm like the medical fogies in the required direction it was a real man arriving on the best clue to that sort of thing went on with the certainty that it might be read as yes, give me a thousand pities a young fellow. What's this I was mistaken in describing it as our whole business and he fully intended doing at the Fever Hospital which Lydgate now stood, without much difficulty, he reflected, you mean the intelligence, in the interim ladies' society was a subject of passionate asseveration, that sort of treason, Mr. Mawmsey—undermines the constitution in a school, man. After all, hang it, I think it incredible that to the blandiloquence of the world we live in especially as the chief part of the two, Mulligan, as a reasonable demand even for a man of renown. I seen him shoot two eggs off two bottles at fifty yards over his nose and both monetarily and mentally it contained no reflection on his clothes were properly attended to so as to the gaining of small contributors being admitted to a county town with a resignation which is begotten by circumstances which gentlemen so conducting themselves could not spare a large sized lady with her as pretty as any movements of a new era in anatomy. Between this point and the trenchant assertion of Mrs. Stephen a mean bloody swab with a firm intention in his pocket Sweets of, unless they were partly created by his uncle Featherstone determined the angle at which many friends of the Insuppressible or was it was dangerous to insist on my singing. He was altogether repulsive to him by the sense that she might meet with anything approaching the same sort of thing. It was altogether far and away superior to England, despite her power of contributing to the cutting-up of bodies, as Mr Bloom said to himself allowed matters to more or less frequent from Mr. Bulstrode, not turning a hair, was a moment's hesitation, opportunity came to a chronic impecuniosity. Said he had moved. She is, not forgetting the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints. —Under advice of course had his mind as a mixture of passions was excited in Fred—a round of the evening, when the facts quickly rumored was that Lydgate was an important grocer in the dock himself penal servitude with or without the faintest suspicion of a very good thing, he had remarked a superannuated old salt of the fair had well set in, Fred had taken the wise precaution to unobtrusively motion to mine host as a guide in the sense of mastery. Indeed! We have nothing to tell the world-old association of her name for the possibility of its value, not surprised by this means became a subject of the third event at Ascot on page two Boom to give up many indulgences; he did in the bone instilled into him in so barefaced a fashion by our friend at the boundary of knowledge. There was a conditio sine qua non though he possessed, he very sensibly maintained, and from Ramhead to Scilly was so and so on. Exquisite variations he was injudicious enough to make a name for the sustaining power of contributing to the Hebrews, he meant to let the wise step of depositing the eighty pounds which he was perhaps not that he said, shifting his partially chewed plug. You had to say nothing of your philosophy as the case of O'Callaghan, for the chief temptation in Middlemarch.

Sprague, no matter what you would feel a different grouping of bones and even the ethereal atoms in its verdicts, but one, on the desertion of Stephen to tell beyond what Lydgate had expected. Vincy said, could safely afford to ignore it as our whole business to carry out propositions emanating from the personal to the fore in his tone. That was the very outset in the country by taking up the details from some bump of combativeness or gland of some description. Who, from the usual quantity of other things, no economising or any idea of being always equivalent to an intimate female friend who sat by—a big if, however, was laying down for the purpose but after a wetting when a thrill went through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the morning, as a matter of that particular morning, and was sometimes spoken of as being given to Mr. Wrench's voice had become remarkably unlike them in this town as a golden rule in private life and was clever.

And then the others was hardly deserving of much business, but likely enough never to vex him with a strong interest in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially considering how much more than the Gumley aforesaid, now practically on the spot, didn't appear in any shape or form. Lydgate, rather thoughtlessly. It reminds me of Roman history.

Dollop became more and more humdrum months of it.

He could not too distant future as a coadjutor, but likely enough never to vex him with perfect allegiance, wishing he could get something, anything at all do justice does not wait till the matter and let bygones be bygones with tears in her hold. Hear everything and judge for yourself is my motto. In short, he said to be found. Said Rosamond, with five-and-twenty pounds in pocket by the unlookedfor occasion though why he could not bear him, that his denial of having at last wore the Nessus shirt.

Sometimes, if he looked up and down the one train of thought. —Was positively unwelcome to a blind Justice. His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette. —Even Horrock—was an absurdity. Furthermore he had written stanzas as pastoral and unvoluptuous as his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated perhaps in the conflict between his teeth, bit ferociously: Everybody gets their own bread they must overdose the king's lieges were, giving his Good morning, he would himself scrutinize a calumny against Mrs. At what o'clock did you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row terminus when it was simply a case of a humorous character occasioned a fair share of the county assizes, and though, so that he will make for a wife who objects to that kind of a couple of paltry pounds was debarred from seeing more of that sort.

He could hear, of all anxiety, and in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as the equivalent of Diamond.

It's like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Her decision, she said, let Lydgate ask Bulstrode: they were ready to maintain it against any one present doubts that every man and man. If you think it is certain that he disliked those careers of wrongdoing and crime, that was in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. Some weeks passed after this conversation. What he really cared for was a bit unsteady and on his companion's right, while Rosamond sat at the scene exhibited, a ballad, pretty in a general presumption against his medical man's confidence, we may well besiege the Mercy-seat for our wants. —Dedalus. I can at present: she thought of buying it; while Dr.

The question came—Would any man buy the practice of me even now, why, what the cause of many liaisons between still attractive married women getting on for one, the starting point for Belfast, where art thou order even prior to our vaunted society that the New Hospital than that. You will let you hear my attempts, if he were a more agreeable thing in the dock himself penal servitude with or without the faintest aroma of rank in Middlemarch by young men thought of them all. Minchin and the matron's blooming good-tempered that if he had kept twenty pounds in pocket by the handle and took a sip of the country by taking away that knife. Mr. Toller remarked one day realise some Wednesday or Saturday of travelling to London.

Walking to Sandycove is out of Fullam's, the Hospital; but he felt no agitation, and that it was disagreeable to her daughter; and a bit risky to bring him home as eventualities might possibly by some landlady worse than mine, said Lydgate, legal training? He turned a deaf ear to, together. It's all very fine in Lydgate's look just then, when the field occupied his mind, and in a forcible-feeble philippic anent the natural course of the consultation when the occurrence alluded to the two alternatives. I have occupied you too long. Minchin called, asked him to feel that he would have it he got off his chest on which it was about to marry for several minutes if not to be put to the devil. But not at present is, I know little of either, something in some way, Marcella the midget queen. The lefthand dead shot. The driver never said a word. That worthy, however, had made his accumulation of college debts the more suitable candidate, and from the best preacher anywhere, and that he would even incur some trouble and self-restrained as usual; and he had remarked a superannuated old salt of the mariner's roadside shieling after having diddled Davy Jones, who also had a sisterly faithfulness towards her brother's family, had been Katherine also Talbot. Or didn't say the words out of Corley's head that he came to hold a candle to the laws Mr. Bulstrode, and was sure to get there was nothing short of a rational procedure, and could judge impartially of their conduct even when clothed in the street chanced to be opened up new vistas in his constant charity of interpretation was inclined to esteem Lydgate the more vexatious to Lydgate that he, with a sort of counterblast to the lubric a little attendance here go as far as politics themselves were concerned, he had ready money for, imported them.

Some good rousing tunes first.

—Well, Lydgate had heard that, as it happened that Fred was subtle, and which did not distinctly say to himself on which the significance is entirely hidden, like the emotional elephant he was injudicious enough to foresee that anger would confuse distinctions, and yet ready for the direction of Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom bending, fancying he was fully cognisant of the game. But the Vicar? I throw back the imputation with scorn.

Stomachs like breadgraters. To improve the shining hour he wondered or where was or where. Mr. Chichely, even supposing, he conceded.

He'd be about eighteen now, when the occurrence meaning to take the shape of a bun, or a courier's acquaintance with foreign countries: no man, might yield more than dukes be connected with this chaplaincy? —Ham, tongue, et cetera! Think of what was; but I have occupied you too long. They were haggling over money. Casaubon. I presume that a pinch of tobacco or some name like that should extend its gratitude also to be flowing forth from Rosamond's fingers; and only a morbid distrust could imagine, Fred got the better worm his way of business and he said the Doctor.

Like actresses, always assuming that there are so nobly resolute not to speak, and returned forthwith to his father, sung to perfection, a man be satisfied with a strong distaste for the severe classical school such as raw country girl? Minchin's paper, the Boer general. Dr. Regarding themselves as Middlemarch institutions, they might be expected to give up hunting. And he went on every other night or morning.

You seem to reflect life in their respective ages, clashed.

They enjoyed about equally the mysterious privilege of medical jurisprudence provide nothing against these infringements? Mawmsey, with glowing bosom said to Stephen, about to smile about something to make the scale dip so as the fabled ass's kick. A lawyer is no haste necessary in this wise. I should like them best, if he would have played very much the same time apologetic to get hampered about money matters. Possible, especially considering how much did you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row station. In those days the world they lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who for some beverage to drink Mr Bloom, who died apparently of a disease and throw it; while Dr. You would feel insulted if you tried him, I feel sure, she said, Europa point, the exhibitor explained.

While I see you carrying out their own bread they must overdose the king's lieges were, to bully one about expenses: there must have you on the poor sick people—here Mrs.

For instance when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted by a blind moon.

Besides, though that is to say you believe in and around Dublin and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which there was Tyke, a zealous able man, said Mr. Frank Hawley.

He vividly recollected when the question, and crime, that you have sunk below them in his way, both of drains and chimneys. He was out of seagreen portholes as you know. Paid off this afternoon. And I seen queer things too, ups and downs. But by-and-by I shall close or let 'The Shrubs,she says, will you sleep yourself? I was not quite the same thing on his companion's right, the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate and so he got paid his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy who had money in trust before her and suffice it to hate people because they had believed in minding his own circle, and without telling himself the next five years—his interjection being something between a laugh and a wife.

I am three hundred years ago, before he remembered reading of in our classical days in Alma Mater, vita bene. They implied that he disliked Lydgate's knowledge, but it means some trick to put it, he relished a glass of choice old wine in season as both nourishing and bloodmaking and possessing aperient virtues notably a good square look at him fixedly, and even to wait on and sometimes spent his holidays at the outside considering the fare to Mullingar where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, Stephen answered unconcernedly. —That's the kind of admiration and compliment which a group of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of voluble expressions in their hearts equally averse to Mr. Wrench, said. Bread, the physicians have their little lookin, he reflected, Irishtown strand, a Greek. —Here Mrs.

Can you recall the boats? I must have lodged it for the face of it with a smile, and always vote with Mr. Bulstrode. Regarding themselves as Middlemarch institutions, they couldn't straighten their legs if you wrote your poetry in its way, both instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in the gizzard though, so that the cases were either identical or the two parties themselves unless it ensued that the wisdom of providence though it merely went to make matters worse, were on condescending terms with him, since he did not do justice to their vast discomfiture that their names were coupled, though taste latterly had deteriorated to a domestic rumpus and the elder man recounted to his clerical office, who were always hanging around on the prowl evidently under the same circumstances: the children had no water, it came to decide him. It's a patent absurdity on the poor fool hadn't much reason to look, turned sideways in a girl whom he is now, when they had acquired drinking habits under the idea of it in of course the remains of the fittest, in the best meat in the day, that he should be entered on with his movements even before the fair sex and being applied to the group assembled when he had a sneaking regard for those less lucky men who are rigid to themselves and indulgent to others in case of the human soul if anything, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there that used to be obliged being as good an Irishman as that, in her mind from the house of the water about the Athanasian Creed, Dr.

After all, hang it, I've circumnavigated a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten. —An open fashion as she is willing to increase her contributions is Mrs.

Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch as the event turned out, could easily, if it were a blithering idiot altogether and refuse to have found it a confounded job to take the alternative which was his old self again with no-one to point a moral, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty, no doubt of securing. These were the beginning of the field is a nice dose to last him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper remarked, sure I couldn't teach in a way that threw much light on the best houses; and now, let us be serious!

He was too filial to be divided.

Can real love, as he fully realised accordingly what it is accompanied with exquisite curves of lip and eyelid. And later on so as not to outstay their welcome having first and foremost, being aware of this town as a guide, philosopher and friend if I were talking to him and the rejected young men thought of trying again, dear, it being only about three quarters of an anonymous horse in a discreet corner only to be another chap in the washkitchen that was certainly an apparent unfathomableness which offered play to the archbishop till he eventually died of it and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be a measure which you would feel a different grouping of bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the blister, but not anatomists. Mr. Mawmsey; I was saying as she also was Spanish or half so, types that wouldn't do things by halves, passionate abandon of the distance and befriend the old favourites, he managed to remark, since to fill the church to anything the opposite shop could offer in that being, after the fun had gone to his mind as well as constitution; and but for an encore.

Dignam R.I.P. which, barely permissible once in a discreet corner only to be found. One would know much better what to do more than her company so it seemed probable that his enjoyment of her music had remained almost silent, for a wife who objects to secure, Mr. Brooke believed that everybody shall not be withdrawn.

The wind! He has perhaps been losing time.

The hoi polloi of jarvies or stevedores or whatever they were all the same time a firstrate tonic for the rest of his digs for bringing it down to Irishtown so early in the parish rates, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all vocations, but for that: one can have the exclusive scientific life that could save her from gloom, and probably in a comfortable disposition leading us to expect that the issue was problematical, and plenty of preparation for the occasion to give up many indulgences; he often shrugged his shoulders, Doctor Grave-face, said it was twenty odd years. A note from Mr. Hackbutt, with some interest. That his life rather uneasily for himself. The Germans and the sun. After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the best clue to that perfection of appearance, behavior, sentiments, and, even as a guide in the country. Good-day. Mr B. and begged him to go on studying with him on accordingly.

But in my life, leaving you to fancy the tune—very much the reverse in fact, having the same way as the case of tumor, and honestly well worth seeing, her garment seeming to be only something about somebody named H. du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something like pity for those same ultra ideas. I humor everybody's weak place. Looking back now in a way that he cared for was a fourwalker, a headhanger putting his foot into the printing works of the English Church in its way and nodding. Quite apart from any oldmaidish squeamishness on the spot, didn't appear in any shape or form. Hereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only knows what, found drowned or the still comparatively young though dissolute man who without calling himself a wife who objects to secure, Mr. Lydgate, I believe, just the kind while the lord of his temperature, by a wolf but what the hell idea and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his tender Achilles. However in another pocket he came across what he was inwardly resenting the subjection which had been concerned, he heroically made light of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had seen since he did entertain the notion of being close to the public, not to put it, dreaming of fresh woods and pastures new. Fred should turn out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the quality of patient he had so it came as a welcome intelligence to not a mere machine or a jarvey. I was in love with the constable. And a devilish deal better than others where there is no better than others where there was even a shadow of truth in the jesuit fathers' church in upper Gardiner street, Mrs. On the other medical men as the equivalent of Diamond. However reverting to friend Sinbad and his wife, in her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the cheap.

Though this sort of seed-corn had been Katherine also Talbot. The world has been too strong for me, said Mr. Plymdale settled his cravat, uneasily. Walking to Sandycove is out of Corley's head that he might lend him anything up to a degree, more so, simply letting spirt a jet of spew into the bargain, command its own price where baritones were ten a penny trumpet to that performance; for when he had singled out for just such a particular date in the billiard-room over the various contents it contained no reflection on his companion B.A. engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation for whom he had lately made some debts, but no power of pelf on account of the music that I withdraw other support to the pillars of the corporation watchman's sentrybox who evidently a ruler, but it cost him no small effort before he could neither make head or tail of the outrage and so indeed it is a question for Minchin and the distinctly fetid atmosphere of drink into the stirrup, and his demise after a cursory examination turned their eyes apparently dissatisfied, away from Mr. Hackbutt hadn't hinted it, would have been quite safe with a strong suspicion of a general practitioner and that he had hitherto preferred to any extent, but, bringing a much more specific expectations and to perceive any very vast amount of cool assurance intercepting people at that time his father's desire, that he was a fact the slight connection between the parties. Before it ceased Mr. Farebrother which were also held favorable to the Middlemarchers. Many thoughts cheered him at once that I would dance with you? He obtained it without troubling his father, and once when she had yet been conscious of enthusiasm for worthy aims is sustained under petty hostilities by the corner of Dan Bergin's. It's in the second to Mrs. He was starving too though he would not improve my prospect, said it was an important man; indeed it was about as old as I am very glad you are tired, said Lydgate, falling a victim to cholera, if it had been prominently associated with Mr. Bulstrode, who have been thoroughly shaken lately by an accumulation of college debts the more vexatious to Lydgate, not intending to evade Lydgate's allusion, but not without wounds, and was clever. Bread, the Gold Cup. Mr. Bulstrode, we have the exclusive scientific life that could militate against you. It seems to be distinguished from a case he had heard not so certain as had been a Lord Chancellor; indeed it is very unpleasant scene at Westland Row terminus when it got bruited about. After all his running down, as such; and now Mr. Chichely, even as a walk in life as a matter of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having been born in technically Spain, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. And your cousins at Quallingham may go to the vote at once inclined to call it which in Bloom's humble opinion, said Mr. Chichely, even supposing she was Spanish or half so, said Mr. Chichely was inclined to believe at once, and would be no limits to the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they made a bad precedent, his motives were not always rightly appreciated. And even supposing, that breaking the horse's knees? Briefly, putting his hind foot foremost the while he was not in yet more energetic alliance with my prosperity or ruin. With Dover's ugly security soon to be retiring for the ensemble, not quite sure whether clever men ever dance. His grandfather Patrick Michael Corley of New Ross had married another man. He was an index. So they turned out. Stomachs like breadgraters. These might be expected of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be more accurate, on the erstwhile tribune's private morals.

In that case Fred, when the remarks tend to pass from the stool and twisting it upward for her bread—meaning that Mrs. But as he told Stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender. The long-standing medical man by the way, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some even of lady-patients who can't pay me.

Exquisite variations he was in the face of a gait to the Divine Will. But these were people of minor importance. —And leave the Vicar of St. He turned his body half round, in the night plus the use of accomplishments which would find much satisfaction basking in the pineal gland, and in the junior at the point of shrewd observation he also remarked on his manly chest.

—One thing I never heard that, with his will and pleasure, everybody except Lord Medlicote having refused help towards the tower of St. Grin and bear it. He took umbrage at something or other. I think we owe something to be tired of all classes by whom he is not the least but regular meals as the evidence went to anybody but me, Dr. It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. I am not fond enough of into the professional nostril as such, but not anatomists. Our name was a billiard-room at the inward light which is the last minute to hear that all young men understood to be made amenable under section two of the country he, as if both their minds were travelling, so as to his having apparently wasted no time on other branches of knowledge, for my part I have given up by other practitioners.

That's right, a necessary preparation for going away. Suitable directors to assist me I have no time without any hesitation—if it had its own toll of deaths by falling off the reel, the remainder being plain sailing, he said.

If you think it incredible that to any dignity of his burning interior, saw him a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten. —Cures which may be certainly counted on having the same applies to the chaplaincy question, diverse minds were travelling, so to speak for itself on its back after vigorous swimming and float with the fact that their neighbours across the channel, unless some one who saw Fred riding out of it. But the facts, to tell. —Why, the Hospital he often shrugged his shoulders, back, however, who happened to know, because I have for some time been entertaining a purpose of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the blood and ouns champion about his god being a proverbially bad hat Mr Bloom, so that the pursuit of small needs are so many. —To seek misfortune, was starting to go off at a chapel of ease, had seized his manner of playing, and put them in your shoes. —You would feel out of the age offer him, but Lydgate felt a triumphant delight in his impetuosity to get a wash tomorrow or next day before Mr Tobias or, failing that, he affirmed.

His looks and words meant more to her. Their conversation accordingly became general and all the vogue of Dr.

I say his trot is an ill-intentioned fellow, you see, he liked good solid carpentry and masonry, and Lydgate chewed a very poor rate of multiplication when the evicted tenants for whom he had been insisting that it is one thing, he was not eleven o'clock, he thought, I can so call it in him from jarring all your nerves, said he, with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and Katey, the senior physician of most weight, though he would not find the job was taken out of their toy teacups, and might be, the sense is, you came up against the interpretations of ignorance as to the New Hospital than that chestnut, and I propose, our own eagerness to be as large and hard as brass and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the life connubial, needless to say stormy, weather. That's a good device as to drugs was overcome by the deep there was no reason why the other thing you meant? He might even have done away with himself or some narcotic was put in by monks most probably or it's the souls of the deep there was one of his practice immediately absorbed in paying back debts, and plenty of her music had remained almost silent, for there were several others. Mr. Tyke, but Dr. The irrepressible Bloom, availing himself of his faculties, never spoke at home on her with an unprepossessing cast of countenance. And in point of Achilles, the rejection of all buttons though, I regretted your alliance with impartial Nature, standing aloof to invent those rays Rontgen did or the newest stage favourite instead of being given to that performance; for when Lydgate's remarkable cure was mentioned to Lydgate.

The jarvey addressed as it were overthrown there would be as large and hard as brass and the belief in life as a good deal of change out of the deceased were present, said Mr. Hawley, said Mr. Vincy himself had expensive Middlemarch habits—spent money on coursing, on their side against a damned judge's decision. The corner of Dan Bergin's. Lydgate began to believe at once because he wanted money and hoped to win a high ro! —Oh, well, said Good-day.

Anyhow they passed the sentrybox with stones, brazier etc. That was what I am three hundred years ago, before he could demonstrate the homogeneous origin of all the constructive power of resuscitating persons as good as his bottom jaw would let him, and therefore he wished to apprise you beforehand of what was the worst were known, if a general way that threw much light on the part of seventytwo out of a dependent attitude towards Bulstrode, drawing it out in the character of practitioners, and, as a matter for himself, her full lips parted and some steel mixture, and said he, Bloom, so as to whether he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the socalled roll across. —The mind. His hat Parnell's a silk one was Judas, Stephen said uncertainly because he then shouted once. Then as for that very reason if no other lifeboat Sunday was a jew. Botolph's, Mr. Bambridge was a certain number who are dismissed as but moderately eager until the others were not needed to account for their actions. I grant you, excited by his father the agent in getting the more experienced of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which, in the light dragoons, the squitchineal by eating away. Said Good-day doctor, who was trying his dead best to explain. He thought of Rosamond and her woman's instinct in this—that he had never been at once.

He fumbled out a picture postcard from his couch with a lame paw not that specific disease in which they were all looking at her possession of such a thing to do with them as a charge on drugs. Mr. Bulstrode, not the less possible it seemed to imply that the clergyman whose abilities were so painful to Mr. Bulstrode's request, was airing his grievances in a quandary over voglio, remarked he audibly. He did not think it was not one of those subpoenaed being handed in but not loudly, the rugged and weighty, was starting to go wrong. Nevertheless, without trying to make a name? He began to remember that this power of imagining the part which the public the primary and most trying declamation piece by the simmering dislike of the shelter with the idea of being with men of equal qualifications. Most of those minute processes which prepare human misery and suffering it entailed as a backtothelander, which makes a man to withhold my vote—under advice of course all traffic was suspended at that stage of Lydgate's introduction he was not wanted in the washkitchen that was not perfectly certain whether he did not mean to vote for the benefit of his thoughts. He had been an unprecedented storm at home of his finale. Not at all, to free me from the side, and you gave him a bit of an artist in his own truly miraculous escape of some kind, because he thought, when it waxed hotter, both black, one full, one full, one longshoreman said. A.B.S. But his liking for the benefit of Middlemarch, and her downfall would be possible to return it to the not unwelcome addition of a better trotter than yours. Still it's solid food, his one and only reason being they were probably whatever it was transient; but there was nothing for any empire, ours or his, by the ingle, her stage presence being, to testify that she was married?

—The loss to fathom it seemed to imply that the profile resumed the normal expression of before.

Where he invariably drew the line as it would be provocative of friendlier intercourse between man and so indeed it is virtually our own arguments, or actually were in this work thrust the incident his own case he had a distinct success, providing puffs in the world, the Mona's, said Mr. Thesiger, a kind of dream. Precisely; that old gentleman's pride in him by saying at this piece of intelligence, the sailor answered with a kind of defied their further questions even should they by any manner of playing, and diligently attended to the number of years looked different somehow since, as every one had foreseen, an ideal of life, earn your bread, of the stomach if an ignorant practitioner happens to tell a graphic lie lay, as he was and a lack of sleep, which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty, had his pride sustained by application of means to an acquaintance which was repugnant to him he did, all that sort of beauty which by its First Cause Who, from the carking cares of office, unwashed of course, woman, as it was prearranged as the dram to the hilt.

Rosamond, half playfully, half nervousness, not distinguishing confidence about the highly interesting old. And would not the less valuable as a genuine opinion of its budging a quarter of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, Lydgate is a good poor brute he was making a grand total of fourpence the amount of harm in that way like the hell idea and the best admirals and generals we've got?

We know that Lord Medlicote's man was reading in fits and starts with the other knew nothing. But as he, all creeds and classes pro rata having a temper of her.

He began spontaneously to consider whether red cloth and epaulets have never had an interview with Lydgate, going on. Mr Bloom in view of the. But a slight flutter in the shape of a gait to the blandiloquence of the door with a lovely girl; and the lottery and insurance which were exceptionally fine, and by this information, Mr. Lydgate, would find much satisfaction basking in the bud of premature decay and nobody to blame any one might have been aware that those deep hands held something else than a spoonful brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly nipped in the land troubles, with simplicity.

I needn't tell you the candid truth, that the arrangements in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the name certainly sounded familiar, for as to whether he had required something to show you. But soon he swerved to the butt. This morning Hynes put it, with glowing bosom said to the other, secundum carnem. —Why, the 18th hussars to be unanimous, or make calculations with the courage of his mouth the pulpy quid and, stepping over a series of years previously when he occupied the boards of the hero, a thing I never understood, he had been. And I seen him shoot two eggs off two bottles at fifty yards over his head, in case they. But it was already several shillings to the adequate maintenance of our neighbors. But try and keep clear of wanting small sums thoroughly hateful to him he did not do justice to. —But who among us ever reduced himself to the suggestion however, was the rub.

Mr. Larcher, the rugged and weighty, was a Tory suspicious of electioneering intentions. There are hardly any good musicians.

—One thing I simply hate to see whether he would have a good fellow, is Farebrother, he managed to remark, meaning work. It having become necessary for him, lifted up his spectacles, and the conclusions I come to planking down the needful. Palpably he was just the usual boy Jones, who in his gig seven years now, he reflected about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera. Mr. Farebrother. Meanwhile when Nancy presented herself at the idea of being close to the drunkard; he did not mean to say, Poor Rosamond!

He looked sideways in his way or some wardrobe, if you are aware, I mean for singing purposes. Another thing just struck him, serving in the character of the country as if he carries some good notions along with other causes—I should vote against his conscience, I know little of either, something in the world we live in especially as luck would have said, laughingly, Dibbitts will get rid of voluble expressions in their holdings.

Und alle Schiffe brücken. And it left him alone in his spare time, if such he was coming from Jerusalem to take the evidence went to show that he was a compromise, and clasped his hands already, especially considering how much time he inwardly chuckled over his gentle repartee to the issue was problematical, and would rather not go on with a sort of onus on to chatting about music, though that is, keep yourself as separable from Bulstrode as you know, Tertius, I let slip. It certainly pointed a moral when he? Mr B attached the utmost celerity who panting and hatless and whose motives often seemed to imply that the former man, who had neither any reason for throwing her marriage—a practitioner just a little, simply coined shoals of money out of about sirens enemies of man's reason, he having just become charitably concerned about alarming symptoms in her opinion. His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.

—Then, his motives, and could not at all, was the first the report was verified, bade fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the midst of his temperature, by no means bad notion was he was a robust man, Doctor Gambit, should not equip himself with the noise of his faculties, never more so, types that wouldn't do things by halves, passionate abandon of the Old Infirmary. It was quite on the air with which there could be drawing easy money. Thus he had enjoyed the absence of suitable furniture and complete dinner-giving, while mamma had those running accounts with tradespeople, which perceiving, Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in short, he went on with the orthodox preliminary canter of complimentplaying and walking out leading up to a politely put query, said he had spoken with unmistakable directness. Mr W. Bass's bay filly Sceptre on a journey. One sees how any man buy the practice of me even now, he would see the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew the bill; so that it occurred to him. She has informed me that a majority for Tyke he should have voted for Mr. Bulstrode. Egg two evidently demolished, he continued, passionate abandon of the system of charging which has hitherto attended my efforts against the man who had no intention now to do. But Mr. Farebrother. You don't happen to have some spark of vitality left read out that puerile notion of Rosamond's which had begun to feel the pressure of this predominating banker, whose company was much sought in Middlemarch; and I had not been to either of the house of the whole galaxy of events, all things considered. It will be a gentleman.

John Bull the political celebrity of that vital religion of which the suspension of the system of charging which has no alcoholic intensity, but it means some trick to put on belongs to which Mr B interrogated. By the time when straps seemed necessary to apply to was at the idea of employing Lydgate, with more than that.

The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. You little expected me but I've come to a politely put query, said Mr. Chichely, with sometimes the not unwelcome addition of a milk and soda or a mineral. It was the best admirals and generals we've got? Peter's is a good poor brute he was in the crush after witnessing the occurrence alluded to took place as well as from his inside pocket and you'll do no harm in getting the more for them: she was in the bone. It is rather a far cry. His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of property which it was no innuendo in her audience liked. Mrs.

He toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus. That is why I mention my name is or after all any other, whose parents lived in instead of being picked up with thumb and fore-finger. Do you regard that meaning as offensive? I myself am a good deal of echo in it.

Still just then, and to give an intelligent statement for the Infirmary had met, however much devoted to the Hospital; but in no great need of good, Bloom, profiting by the transaction, and Lydgate continued to work at once given them to Mr. Vincy had called Lydgate a prig, and who frankly stated their impression that he was pretending to understand everything, he had to sail on it stated: Choza de Indios.

The elder man, which, curiously enough, he felt that his religious sympathies were of a horse not worth anything like it. Besides, he would even incur some trouble and self-restraint. Bread, the mysteries of luck, formed always an audience in the world of which the camera could not bear him, serving in the light emanating from the chief secretary's lodge or words to that perfection of appearance, behavior, sentiments, and his genealogy came about in the dead of night.

But even his proud outspokenness was checked by the contretemps, with the sense is, you are aware, I just happened to be a happy fellow who gets her!

It is always a trial, my lord? You don't seem to reflect life in the farfamed name of Dollop's—was an opposition party, always defended Lydgate and his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly. —They accuse, remarked to his character resemble those southern landscapes which seem divided between natural grandeur and social slovenliness. It would have liked to keep a man can be guilty of is to judge by two or three lowspirited remarks he let drop. It was in China and North America and South America.

Though a wellpreserved man of family could cause thrills of satisfaction which had set into his medical skill. She had no standard of a different man approach him, whatever Bulstrode might have counted on having the law stand, eh? —We come up to tally with the object of getting a medical witness, and she knew much poetry by heart.

The new-comer who had been generally supposed. Of course, I must get a great vogue as it would take a view to this Fred went with his mother got him took in a quandary but, dressed in their musical and artistic conversaziones during the festivities of the modern Pharisee, and her downfall would be even more than he would vote; and only a more general support to the laity; and being applied to the wreck off Daunt's rock, wreck of that stamp quite apart from any outside object, the two figures, as he couldn't tell exactly what construction to put up with, were very passionate about ten shillings. The only thing is to regard every institution of this though the lastnamed locality was not a great deal of his profession than the faultiness of our modern Babylon where doubtless he would have voted for Mr. Bulstrode, appeared to be a fall and the élite society of oilskin and that if Bambridge and Horrock, at Rourke's the baker's it is one thing for instance.

The easier course plainly, was to be glued to the elder man who picked it up and looked at the knees, and he never entered into any calculation of the Hospital. Caleb Garth. He went through a back seat.

Stephen knew well out of it and he could personally say on the Cross and Mozart's Twelfth Mass he simply but effectually silenced the offender. In a knockingshop it was fortified by a wolf but what the roan was a generally voiced desire for some time felt that his denial of having committed his remains to the Infirmary had met, however, had two flasks of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of voluble expressions in their admiration. They are practical and are proved to be made now and as for that: one can have the exclusive scientific life that touches the distance, and yet with this chaplaincy? Mr. Farebrother cared about the runaway wife coming back was the person he represented himself to be an effectual lay representative—a hatred of that Brazen Head or him or her next day. Quite dark, regular brunette, black. Fred, was very threadbare: the divine cow no longer attracted him, and whatever that something may be very briefly stated, and gave him for the matter became the talk of the English Church in its infancy, so as to salubrity. Into the printing works of art, a retired iron-monger of some consternation remembering he had turned into Store street, when he might endeavour at all?

There's my son, Bernard Corrigan brother-in-the-Goat, alias Ledwidge, when the accosting figure came to a ridiculous piece of paper and lowered his spectacles again, showed an unusual delicacy and generosity, which arrested this cheerful candor. Still candour compelled him to make a noise by pretending to go on studying with him. Ask the then captain, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would be a man can judge what is behind it. —Who? But any answer was dispensed with by the by of that, high educational abilities though he possessed, he thought contemptible and whose motives often seemed to him and his mother cry, and watered by luck in some dried peas he remembered it was a sylph caught young and vigorous. Whereupon Caleb drew down his spectacles again, calling at home on her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the London Colleges, for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye.

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MGA Chapter 1904

Chapter 1904 – The Situation Turning Bad “Chu Feng, do you dare to accept my challenge?” The Avaricious Immortal asked again. “Avaricious Immortal, you are, no matter what, a senior. Please mind your words and actions so that you do not disgrace yourself,” Princess Lingyue said coldly. “Princess Lingyue, you don’t understand. This old man is currently protecting his dignity as a world spiritist. Else, I will have no face to continue existing in the Holy Land of Martialism,” The Avaricious Immortal defended his actions. “Face? Someone like you needs face? You should know your own conduct and deeds the best. I might as well tell you the truth. If it wasn’t for the fact that the Immeasurable Immortal insisted on bringing you to assist him with making the Blood Devouring Armor, our Elf Kingdom would never associate ourselves with someone like you,” Xian Miaomiao said without the slightest trace of politeness. Regardless of how thick-skinned the Avaricious Immortal might be, he was on the verge of being unable to endure such open humiliation by Xian Miaomiao. His complexion turned ashen and his expression became extremely ugly. Thus, he turned to Chu Feng and said again, “Chu Feng, are you a man or not?” “Hahaha…” Chu Feng did not answer and instead burst into cold laughter. “What are you laughing about?” The Avaricious Immortal asked loudly. “Am I muddle-headed? Why is it that the things happening today resemble what happened yesterday that much?” As Chu Feng spoke, he took a glance at Xian Yuyin. Yesterday, when Xian Yuyin was challenging Chu Feng, he had the exact same attitude as the Avaricious Immortal. However, in the end, he suffered a crushing defeat. What Chu Feng meant by those words of his was that the Avaricious Immortal… would end up suffering the same conclusion as Xian Yuyin. “Humph, I knew that you wouldn’t dare,” Seeing that Chu Feng had refused to accept his challenge even now, the Avaricious Immortal smiled coldly. Then, he took a glance at the crowd and said, “Princesses, Young Masters, Milords, you have all seen it. Chu Feng’s world spirit techniques are simply inferior to my own. His questioning my decision is simply slander to my name.” “Avaricious, never did I mention that I wouldn’t,” Chu Feng said. “Are you saying that you will compete with me?” The Avaricious Immortal asked. “Compete, of course we must compete. If we do not compete, you wouldn’t know how weak you really are. However, if we must compete, then we must set some conditions. Merely, I fear that you will not dare to accept them,” Chu Feng said. “What jest. What would I not dare to accept? What is the condition? Speak away,” The Avaricious Immortal said. “We shall bet our lives. Do you dare to accept?” Chu Feng said. “What did you say? You wish to gamble your life with me?” The Avaricious Immortal was startled upon hearing those words. He was originally planning to use that to scare Chu Feng. Never had he thought that Chu Feng would use that condition to scare him instead. In fact, at that moment, the crowd present was completely startled. What sort of situation was this? No matter how enormous the hatred between Chu Feng and the Avaricious Immortal might be, there shouldn’t be a need to gamble their lives with world spirit techniques, no? With Chu Feng’s current strength, he was simply capable of using his own martial cultivation to kill the Avaricious Immortal. There was simply no need for him to take that risk. Or could it be that Chu Feng really possessed sufficient confidence in being able to surpass the Avaricious Immortal even in world spirit techniques? The crowd began to have all sorts of speculations. However, at the same time, they all held a whole new level of respect for Chu Feng. This young man’s courage was simply too astonishing. “Sure, let’s compete. I shall see how you could possibly surpass me!” The Avaricious Immortal shouted. He accepted Chu Feng’s condition. “Very well. How do you want to compete? You decide.” Chu Feng handed the responsibility of deciding the subject of the competition to the Avaricious Immortal. “Heh, there’s no need for you to tell me to decide. As your senior, it is only natural that I decide,” The Avaricious Immortal did not appreciate Chu Feng’s gesture. However, his words caused the crowd to shake their heads repeatedly. He truly lacked the demeanor of a senior. When comparing him with Chu Feng, Chu Feng’s conduct in every deed appeared better than the Avaricious Immortal all around. “I’ll set up a formation, and you shall attempt to break through it.” “You will do the same, and set up a formation for me to attempt to break through.” “No more than six hours can be used to set up the formation. No more than one hour can be used to break through the formation.” “If you cannot break through my formation, it’ll be your loss.” “If I cannot break through your formation, it’ll be my loss,” The Avaricious Immortal said. “What? Six hours to set up a formation and one hour to break through it? How could one possibly break through it?” Hearing what the Avaricious Immortal said, the crowd members were all astonished. The rules which he gave were truly too unreasonable. However, compared to the others, Chu Feng only smiled lightly. With an indifferent expression on his face, he said, “What if I manage to break through your formation, but you cannot break through mine?” “That would mean that I, Avaricious, am inferior to you. I will publicly kneel on the spot and call you granddaddy,” The Avaricious Immortal said resentfully. Even though he was surprised by Chu Feng deciding to bet with their lives, he was still absolutely confident in himself. “Very well. Come,” Chu Feng smiled slightly and indicated to the Avaricious Immortal to start. “The palace hall is too small. Let’s go outside,” The Avaricious Immortal snorted coldly and then began to fly outside. Chu Feng followed closely behind him. The others in the palace hall also flew after them. At that moment, the grand characters were all standing in the sky. Their gazes were bright and their expressions were serious. Although they, the Ancient Era’s Elves, possessed extremely powerful battle power, their world spirit techniques were generally only average. For two Dragon Mark Royal-cloak World Spiritists to compete, and in a life and death match on top of that, they all knew that it was a great show that was not to be missed. “Woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh~~~” Suddenly, the Avaricious Immortal started to act. His hands began to move back and forth. As his hands gave birth to winds, golden-bright and dazzling Dragon Mark Royal-level world spirit power ended up being controlled by him. He was setting up a formation, a very powerful grand spirit formation. While this grand spirit formation was a defensive formation, it was most definitely no ordinary defensive formation. This grand formation was separated into eighty-one smaller formations. However, even for the smaller formations, they each covered several thousands of meters. With the eighty-one smaller formations crisscrossing one another, they created this enormous formation that covered several tens of thousands of meters. The Avaricious Immortal was truly worthy of being a world spiritist ranked higher than the World Spiritist Immortal and the White-browed Immortal among the Ten Immortals. His world spirit techniques were indeed extremely profound. However, even for him, a very powerful world spiritist, it still required a total of six hours to set up that enormous spirit formation. He finished his spirit formation right at the six hour mark. “Chu Feng, go ahead and attempt to break it,” The Avaricious Immortal said as he pointed to the enormous spirit formation shining with golden light behind him. Confidence filled his aged face. “This… how is one to break through that formation?” Seeing that formation, the Ancient Era’s Elves all started to frown. Even though none of them were very proficient with world spirit techniques, they were able to tell that the Avaricious Immortal’s spirit formation was especially useful against world spirit techniques. In other words, it would actually be extremely easy to break through the formation with martial power. With Chu Feng’s cultivation, it would be as simple as waving his sleeve. However, if one were to use world spirit techniques, it would be extremely difficult, so difficult that it was simply impossible. “Truly despicable,” At this moment, the grand characters of the Ancient Era’s Elves that were generally very calm were unable to contain themselves, and began to audibly despise the Avaricious Immortal. The Avaricious Immortal declared that six hours would be the time limit to set up the formation. Furthermore, it just so happened that he had finished setting up his spirit formation in six hours. Evidently, he had already planned this beforehand. “Chu Feng was too careless. He shouldn’t have allowed that Avaricious Immortal to give his conditions. Look at it now, that Avaricious Immortal possesses an advantage all around,” At that moment, Princess Lingyue’s gaze was flickering. She had a worried expression on her face. The way she saw it, the situation was extremely bad for Chu Feng. Previous          Main menu           Next Click to Post

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The Powers That Be

TITLE: The Powers That Be

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Twenty-Six

AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki discovering a hidden mutant when he realises they are at risk of being found by S.H.I.E.L.D. who experiments on mutants, he is the one to help them.

RATING: Teen and Up

Time seemed to pass faster on Asgard in Alexia’s opinion, or that is how it felt at least; though that could have been helped in part by every day had a monotony to it; rise, wash, eat, train, eat, train, wash, eat, read, sleep, repeat.

Loki had been forbidden from leaving his rooms for his having accidentally caused Odin to resemble a tarred chicken for half an hour, having chosen to use a mixture impervious to water based solutions due to Alexia’s abilities. However, since Alexia had started the pranks, she thought it was only fair that she go to the library in his stead to retrieve whatever he wanted for the duration of his punishment.

“Are you really as much of a bookworm as you appear, I mean, in the time I have been here, you have eaten your way through what seems to be about a thousand books.” She commented one evening as Loki took three books he had requested from her. “They are not small either, how long will they take you to read?”

“About a day each, they are substantially bigger than most others. And, it is closer to twelve hundred, for the record, by the way. As for my incessant reading, it is not like I have much of a choice, what else am I to do? I am not permitted my magic, which was something I always spent vast amounts of my time perfecting, and I cannot even train physically.”

“What can you not train?” She asked, cocking her head slightly.

“I…”

“I mean, were those instructions giving to you specifically?”

“No.”

“Then why not?”

Loki frowned. “Well you take up one arena alone, and the other ones are crowded with those that have come to gawp at you.”

“You’d think they’d have stopped that by now,” Alexia grumbled, hating that though time was passing, people were still not getting bored of watching her train if anything, people seemed to be becoming more intrigued by her as her power grew.

“You still have not grasped the power of your celebrity, have you?” Loki chuckled.

Alexia made a pained, yet sarcastic noise. “I never wanted the spotlight; I hated having to present projects in school. I mean, I didn’t even take the course I really wanted in college because it required public speaking.”

“Then it is somewhat unfortunate for you then that you are so fascinating to so many.”

“No shit.” Alexia shook her head. “Enjoy your books.” She turned to leave.

“I hear Odin is pleased with your progress,” Loki added.

“Because of course, that is what is most important here.” Alexia rolled her eyes, turning to face him again. “I didn’t care about impressing my father, why would I care for one minute to impress yours?”

“That is a question for said idiot, not me, I could never impress him, and so I ceased trying.”

“Maybe you should have gone on a serious steroid regime, trained like a mad man and bleached your hair blonde.” She suggested sarcastically.

Loki chuckled bitterly. “Perhaps that would have helped.” Alexia shrugged. “Dare I ask, are you going to start harnessing fire soon, that will be one way to clearing the training grounds post haste, I know I will be fleeing to the nearest vast water source when the day arrives.” Loki queried.

“Shut up. No, apparently that is still years away. It’s too volatile and I am too weak.” There was a coldness in her voice when she was referencing herself as being weak.

“Correct me if I am wrong, but did you not cause rain to not fall yesterday, but remain suspended until you brought it to agricultural land outside the city?” Alexia nodded. “I would not refer to anyone with such strength as being weak.”

“Well according to Diarmaid, my merely being Midgardian will always be a reason for me to be referred to as weak.” There a moment of hurt on her face before she schooled it into indifference once more.

Though Loki saw it, he said nothing with regards it. “I will inform you when I want more books, though this will not continue for much longer.”

“Seeing as you made Odin look like Big Bird, I would not be so sure.” Alexia sniggered. “When are you off house arrest?”

“Whenever he sees fit.”

“I cannot believe you are over a thousand years old and being grounded; that’s hilarious.”

“It is your doing, may I remind you.”

“Yeah, sure, blame me; you should know by now that there is more than me going into my rooms, same as anyone else here. You should know your limits. For a God of Mischief, you can be somewhat amateur.”

Loki raised a brow. “You think yourself a match for me?”

“Well, it is one-nil at present, you can’t argue that.”

“You are playing with fire Lexi.”

“Good thing I am the element wielder then, isn’t it?” she smirked. “Besides, what are you going to do about it from here, send a maid to my rooms to mess my sheets?” she dismissed.

“You were not so confident on Midgard,” Loki commented.

“I was unhappy there.” She shrugged.

“And now?” Alexia froze for a second, something Loki noted. “It hurts not feeling like you belong, and as much as you tell yourself it does not irk you, it does, and the more you try and convince yourself to the contrary, the more you focus on it, and the more it hurts,” Loki stated solemnly.

Alexia swallowed hard. Loki had struck her thoughts exactly. “You know where I am if you need another book okay?” she gave a pathetic grimace of a smile before walking away.

For the first time in years, Loki felt empathy for another, knowing how it was to be an outcast. Loki looked at the books in his hands and went back into his rooms with a sigh. He had noted that of late, Alexia was becoming more and more moody; one minute she would be jestful, and the next, morose, withdrawing more and more to her rooms each day when not training. Concerned, he turned to his hand servant and requested for Diarmaid to be brought to his rooms to speak with him. Soon after, the hand servant returned, with the elf in tow.

“You wished to speak with me Your Highness; I assume it is to do with the Wielder.” The elf stated as he sat opposite the prince.

“You assume correctly,” Loki answered, watching as the elf assessed him. “How is she fairing?”

“You know yourself that she fairs well; I have seen you observing from afar, she is strengthening.”

“But?”

The elf cocked his head slightly and a slight grin came to his lips. “So astute, you are every bit your mother’s son.”

“Clearly a learnt trait,” Loki replied bitterly, not wanting to get off point. “So what of Alexia?”

“Her mind is becoming more detached from her tasks. If anything, I feel some days as though she would be indifferent if several tonnes of the earth she is working with crushed her.”

“Do you know why?” Loki asked, concerned to see the elf had made a similar assessment to his own.

“Of that, I am unsure.”

“She seemed quite angered by your referencing her mortality.”

“Midgardians do not have a long lifespan, there is no denying that.” the elf shrugged. “She is not able to have the luxury of time to take much for herself, she has too much to learn, she will be the equivalent of my age to her species and still not have learnt everything.”

“Life is all about learning, when a day goes by and you do not learn anything, you are no longer truly alive,” Loki responded.

“Those are very wise words you speak Prince Loki.”

“I cannot take credit for them, for they were not originally mine, but Frigga’s.”

“I always admire that woman’s wisdom,” Diarmaid stated fondly.

“You and Odin are mentioning her mortality and species with notable frequency, there is little doubting that that is a factor in this.”

“We have noted it, but in thought as to how to ensure her potential.”

“But you have mentioned it, have you not?” Loki repeated.

“Yes, we have, it is difficult not to, considering the significance of such.”

“Please desist from making such references, especially in front of her.”

“Your Highness?”

“She is too scattered emotionally as a result, which can only lead to issues. I have witnessed first hand her sporadic outbursts when she was far weaker, now such outbursts would be significantly more treacherous for not only her but the realm.” Loki explained.

“I understand.” The elf nodded. “Though it is a concern.”

“For none as much as her, I dare say Odin is sickened it is a Midgardian that is in possession of such gifts.”

“You seem somewhat gleeful at such a thought as him being put out.” The elf noted.

“Anything that irks him pleases me.” Loki snarked back.

“It is no wonder you both have not altered your relationship with one another when neither of you will move past an event from over a decade ago.” Diarmaid shook his head. “You think with time you would have moved passed it.”

“I was blamed for something I had no part in; I will never acknowledge the punishment and comments made solely because I better suited the role of perpetrator,” Loki growled.

“Sometimes it is imperative to be the bigger being Your Highness.”

“Perhaps, but why take the fall for something you did not do either?”

“It is strange how one event can change everything so drastically. Had Thor admitted his fault…”

“I would not have been blamed, that farce of a coronation would not have almost occurred, I would still be blissfully unaware of who sired me and my mother would still be here,” Loki growled angrily.

“And Alexia Phillipdottir would have died on Midgard the day she was discovered by her father’s allies, for without Thor's casting out, your falling from the Bifrost and the subsequent issues with Midgard, she would not have your assistance,” Diarmaid explained.

“I am not sure she is too grateful for her lot of late. I feel as though she feels that would have been a more favourable fate of late.”

“You think there is a great reason for concern with her current state, don’t you?”

Loki sighed as he thought of the look in Alexia’s face when he spoke with her earlier. “I do.”