May. 4th, 2017

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By the time Cartwright had finished pulling prickers out of her hands, Nimbus was struggling to stay awake. “It seems,” he told her, his voice far too quiet and calm, “that the poison in the prickers puts you to sleep when they are pulled out.”
The thought penetrated her fog. “So that the plant could digest me better. If I struggled, I’d run into the prickers, and if I fought the prickers, they’d knock me out.”

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Chapter 16: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder

Saturday, October 7, 2000

“What is this, between us?”

Cya had moved in with Dysmas.  He’d stated it like a fact, and she hadn’t wanted to argue with him.

Now, she was staring at her trunks where they sat across the room like she was just visiting, while he pressed up against her, kissing her neck and holding her still.

read on...
aldersprig: (Marked)
MARKED - 7.11

I’ll talk to her. All of the ways that could go horribly, horribly wrong went through Nilien’s mind all at once. She swallowed. “I appreciate it, I do, but, ah, please, be careful? I’m not sure just talking to her is the best idea, or I would have done it myself.”

“Oh, but Heldira’s my friend. I’m sure whatever’s going on is just a misunderstanding, or something about her particularly prickly - well, everything, but sense of humor, in this case.”

read on...


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