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To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
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Change of Fates: Daddy wants a role to play in the family

We can all predict a chinese romance drama. But not Diana Abraham and Demetri Anders tale of love. It all starts with the jealousy, the drugging, the one-night stand, the escaping with pregnancy, and the returning all powerful and unstoppable. Then, the stranger comes to play dad. Coming to claim his 'blood' and a better shot at life. Can you predict the script when the roles are reversed? Characters get mixed up. And no one follows the script. ....... e unique features of this stranger. His long eyelashes, straight nose, his blue eyes, just like Darlene's, his pink lips and tall shoulders, All gave him an effeminate charm. But one think was unmistakable- his features were like that of Damien's. Having read a lot of romance drama, everyone understood what was going on. This was the part where the mysterious lover comes to claim the baby. "Who let santa in?" Darlene asked quietly. What? Santa?! His own daughter called him santa. "Darlene, don't be silly, it's not Christmas. " Diana corrected. "You can leave", Damien said. No room for objection. Demetri was quietly observing them. Darlene was easygoing and unrestrained also very curious. Damien was quiet strict and capable. "I'm...", Demetri started. "Santa?" Darlene interrupted. "..." everyone in the room. "Your dad." Pfft! Darlene burst out laughing. "Don't be silly, I know my mum is very pretty but if we believed every guy that said that, we would have..." Darlene began counting seriously with her beautiful fingers. "52 dads, each week some guy claims he's our dad", she continued. "I really am". Demetri was getting a headache. "Sorry, that line has been used." "..." According to the script, Aren't the children suppose to secretly yearn for fatherly love but doesn't bring it up in order not to hurt their mum. What went wrong here? "Even if it was Christmas, i won't wish for a dad." Darlene said. "Aren't you always bullied for not having one?" Demetri asked. "Nope, i was once hurt by a boy because I told him that he was disgusting, smelly and stupid. Brother promised to teach me some skills later." So it was indeed a misunderstanding, Damien thought. "Kids, he's your real father." Diana intervened. So in this case, it was the mum hoping the kids would accept a dad. Quite comical. "We're don't need anyone else mum." Damien finally spoke. "But..." Diana was cut off. "Alright, we all know you didn't see the stranger's face clearly. How're you sure he's telling the truth?" Damien was really rational. "We look alike!" The script wasn't what Demetri had revised. "7% of people look alike in this world and plastic surgery is available. Who knows you might be the one wearing my face?" Damien queried. "..." I am really speechless right now. From who did he inherit his debating skills? But I came prepared, DNA TESTS. Demetri dropped the DNA tests on the table for them to see. It matches! "Were this forged?", Darlene asked curiously. Ah! So she's the annoyingly curious type but how did understand this stuff and how could her mind be so impure to ask such a question? "In case you're curios too, each of the 'dads' would bring one too." "..." Now, Demetri felt defeated. Wait! He still had something, his identity. Why would someone of great importance such as himself go through all that trouble to marry a single mum with two kids? "Maybe because she's really pretty and rich and so worth it." Darlene answered. Could she read minds?! "No, i can't read minds. I am very good at observing body languages. After being defeated countless of times by two children. Most people ask themselves if it's worth it". Wow! She's good. "I'm Demetri... " "Anders?". Yeah, wait! What?! I'm screwed this time.... Oh no! To Be Continued...
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