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The Fake Hunt, Part 5

Aram had gone his own way, without announcing his plans. It was typical of him, and typically funny that he hadn’t even told Contro where he was going, or even said thankyou for all the days and weeks he’d spent … Continue reading

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The Fake Hunt, Part 4

They rode out of Fal Dara in a disorganised jumble, a hundred leaders and no followers. Half of the pack, composed mainly of women and Forsaken_1, opted to head straight for Tar Valon. Most of the women, of course, were … Continue reading

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The Fake Hunt, Part 3

Contro wasn’t entirely sure he was still headed for Tar Valon. And he wasn’t sure Aram knew where he was going either. The mountain that apparently stood right next to the city had turned out to be a lot of … Continue reading

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The Fake Hunt, Part 2

Almost a day’s walk south of Fal Dara, the four Ogier heard the sound of the pipes starting up. Their ears curled up in fear. “What’s that noise?” Coarshus exclaimed. Debs and Janica, with their human hearing, just tilted their … Continue reading

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The Sleep Deprivation Files

It’s Ropecon this weekend, and hopefully I will have another grand report post to make next week. I haven’t needed to put much effort into my costume this year, which works out nicely since Mrs. Hatboy and I went all … Continue reading

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The Fake Hunt, Part 1

Bors stepped into the wide, shadowy room and looked around. There were no windows, but faint light was filtering in from somewhere. There must have been a hundred Darkfriends in the room, and half as many blank-eyed servants of no … Continue reading

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The Lie of the World, Part 19

The huge, bearded Head Publisher put down the last page of the close-typed printout and swore colourfully. He reached across his desk and pressed the button on his intercom. “Secretary, send Wilson Paperclip in here.” “At once, sir. I am … Continue reading

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