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Weekend Writing Warriors, Sunday 7 September 2014 (WIP: Ship’s Heart)

The light of the Greater Moon cast silver wonderment over the tops of the foliage, black in shadow; it lit the glass-and-metal walkways over which the Sarronny cadets now filed to the dancing-circle, and the stones that marked the verge … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors, Sunday 31 August 2014 (WIP: Ship’s Heart)

Mavra stood with the children. “Why did you stay?” Yasmin asked.  “It’s time,” Mavra said. “It’s time to come home again. My other home’s gone, and the Dome’s where I was born.” “Are you going to tell us about the … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors, Sunday 24 August 2014 (WIP: Ship’s Heart)

“Crow’s wing, they call my sort of hair, on Karis,” the Ship’s Doctor explained, “and yours, little sisters and brother, they call storm-cloud or lamb’s-wool.” All those names were poetical borrowings from the vocabulary of the Original World, archaic and … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 17 August 2014 (WIP: Ship’s Heart)

Between the tall windows of the refectory hung panels showing robed figures fishing from reed-boats. Yasmin spooned up pea-and-bean stew (“your third serving!” Jehen had said, “just how are you going to dance?”). The panel opposite their table showed an … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 10 August 2014 (Published Works sampler)

Terence has a new inamorata.  I’ve told him time after time that this never works out.  (In the Laboratory of the Night) *** Erika knew when her mother had come in from patrol. From ancient habit, she woke at each … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 3 August 2014 (WIP: Leonie Hallward)

Mabel Dodge is a sort of eclectic Mme de Stael, who brings together a various society. One of the daughters of my host’s house, a vivacious beauty of surprisingly advanced views, promised me an evening there.  “Papa,” she confided, “is … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 27 July 2014 (WIP: Leonie Hallward)

The fact of human faces — well, that’s another thing. I cherish that portrait of me that uncle Basil painted, because it is honest. It is a more honest mirror than my own silvered glass, for it observes what I … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 20 July 2014 (WIP: Leonie Hallward)

My mother and Basil argued over color, in a way that was immediately familiar when I was a student at the Academie Julian, drinking strong tea in the cafes with my friends. Those quarrels were the grown-up correspondent of my … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 13 July 2014 (WIP: Leonie Hallward)

The summer after my uncle Basil’s disappearance, we stayed at his country pied-a-terre, in which my father was part-owner. Nothing had been changed; the place was still as it had been. The studio was closed off; one afternoon Ralph and I ventured … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 7 July 2014 (WIP: Ship’s Heart)

In the center loomed up a monument, unlit, a bulk of shadow against the stars; Martisset squinted into the darkness to make out details–hooves and legs of a horse, leg of the rider–then no longer needed to, as Martisset the … Continue reading

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