The next morning Martin woke up in the uncomfortable armchair next to Clare’s bed and stretched out his aching muscles. He hadn’t slept well, but that wasn’t altogether the fault of the chair. It was mainly his racing thoughts that robbed him of his rest, thoughts of love and hope.
On the first night of Clare’s maiden buying trip they stopped at the White Horse Inn in Finchbottom and spent the evening in the restaurant where Clare proceeded to drink more than was good for her. Martin thought she had been in a really strange mood since the journey down and all evening she had kept looking at him in a funny way.
Supreme Commander Emad Salmin and Captain Kolan Nulak were greeted on the ramp of the Tornado by Bagg and Merri and then were given the news that Duff had regained consciousness.
On the journey from Northern Downshire all the way down through the Pepperstock Hills National Park on their way to Finchbottom, Clare was still berating Martin on her mother’s distrust of her.
The laughing girl catches me ogling her from across the bar. I'm set in stone momentarily yet manage to bring my eyes back around to Frances, who's...
Come to me October, With your dawn mists and low, heavy boughs. I will thrill to your chill. I will sing at your silence. And when November's icy...
Sciberran Healer Terrell Vorton had spent five years working his way from moon to moon, planet to planet and system to system, on ships of every shape and size, in search of something, though he didn’t know what that something was, he just knew that it was not on his home planet of Sciberras in the Hennis system.
Downshire is a relatively small English county, but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring, Tipton in the North but it’s in Nettlefield where our story begins.
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