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I can't say thank you all enough, I never dreamt my blogs would be read as well as my group, over 1,000, you humble me and inspire me to write more. Again thank you all from the bottom of my heart, peace and love to you all!! Liz
The crisp air of Ar, usually a balm to Elizabeth’s spirit, felt sharp against her skin as she approached the High Council chambers. Beside her, Alexander, walked with his customary purposeful stride, yet even his broad shoulders seemed to carry an unusual tension. Six months had passed since Elizabeth had stumbled upon the pod, nestled deep within the whispering woods, and discovered the small,…
The High Council chamber of Ar was a place designed to humble even the proudest of its free citizens. Massive, carved pillars of dark stone rose to a vaulted ceiling, lost in the shadows cast by perpetual, flickering glow-globes. Ancient tapestries depicting legendary battles and the founding fathers of Gor adorned the walls, their threads rich with the dust of centuries. Across the expanse of p…
The morning sun, still pale gold, filtered through the rustling leaves of the cherry blossom trees that bordered Alexander and Elizabeth’s cottage garden. Elizabeth, a physician whose hands were accustomed to the delicate precision of healing, found them trembling slightly as she adjusted a vase of crimson and ivory lilies on the small, polished stone table. Today was not a day for sutures o…
The last lullaby, a soft, wordless hum, faded into the still air of Elana’s chamber. Elizabeth, gently lowered her five-month-old daughter into the woven bassinet. Elana, a tiny bundle of serene breaths, stirred only slightly, her small hand clenching then relaxing against the soft fabric of her swaddle. Elizabeth lingered for a moment, her fingers tracing the curve of the baby’s cheek, feeling…
The silence of your chambers is a rare, precious thing, broken only by the soft whisper of the wind through the eaves. You are deep in the embrace of a sleep well-earned, a heavy, dreamless oblivion that only truly dissipates after days of sustained mental and physical effort. But tonight, that embrace is brutally shattered. A frantic hammering assaults your door, sharp and insistent, tearing you…