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"Tuesday. I caught a piece of toast. I'd like it noted that I didn't mean to. After that the day carried on in a manner I can only describe as suspicious, and I spent a fair part of the morning lying underneath my own truck looking for the reason. Barry was no help. Barry was having a lovely time." - Trevor

Chapter 2: A message from Rembrien. Early next morning, Colonel Smike arrived with two strangers. Sophrayni came out to greet them. “This pair were...

Continued from Chapter 26: The Bungalow-26 | ABCtales Hawke got to McGongall’s just after noon, nearly an hour before the time. The third snug from...

"This story is for Jenny (skinner_jennifer) . I don't do dedications, but I'm making an exception. I'm told she's missed round here, and I know what it's like when a regular's seat is empty. Barry would like it known that he'd share his toast with her. He wouldn't . But he'd think about it, which for Barry is a lot. No charge." - Trevor Mott. (Two Ts.)

He’s been barkin fur donks now. Nae end in sight, either. This is defo no like, Bruce. Least no at this time ae mornin. Bloody hell, it’s only jist...

Rafting Rule No. 8: Never float alone.

Everything must grow; nothing must resist. If we aren't growing, we're dying. Every cog must turn at full pace, You hear me? Put your back into it...

Chapter 1. Messengers. Sophrayni stood up and wiped her hands on her apron. She looked quietly at her labours. The garden beside her cottage was...

Wam rain arrives like a hand over the eyes...