The Dead Steeds As I, you, mine, and Yours enjoy our comfort respite A common name, as such it should be A trip to the local bakery A Saturday spent at the Market An evening, the two of us Or perhaps with friends Lying on the couch, gazing haphazardly at a film on a smaller screen A short cup of coffee at the local Brewery With promises of smiles at the Hearth, for, As chance would have it Ale is stocked in plenty Though none should be surprised Aye ‘tis the fortune of the Present To bask in warmth Either our own or with another, or with plenty of others! True, true We probably should not forget the toil of Old But what greater honor can we give the Old Than to revel in the same Hovel they helped to create! What greater glory can we give the Old Than to excise Pleasure, Sin, Virtue, Vice, Decadence, Temperance And Life From the same Hallowed Ground upon which they fell And through no imaginary means A cask of Ale, taken from a local store A few nibbles of snacks And Amicable
“It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night.”
Andre’s CT scan had come back negative and he wasn’t showing any signs of concussion, so the hospital had discharged him. It was already after one AM by the time he and his father walked in the front door.
“Are you going back to work?” he asked his father while getting some water from the kitchen.
“Nah; I probably shouldn’t leave you alone.”
Andre finished his glass and started pouring another; he was really thirsty. “The doctor said I’m fine, pap&
“Ye who read are still among the living; but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of shadows. For indeed strange things shall happen, and secret things be known, and many centuries shall pass away, ere these memorials be seen of men. And, when seen, there will be some to disbelieve, and some to doubt, and yet a few who will find much to ponder upon in the characters here graven with a stylus of iron.”
Andre groaned and stirred. His head felt like a lead weight that was splitting in half, and each of those halves felt like a lead weight. He tried to open his eyes, but even the dim lights of the room we
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“Alright, so all we have to do is take them down while the professor deals with that vampire,” George said, assessing the situation as the girls got back to their feet. “No problem, right?”
“No mere mage has the strength to defeat Ojou-sama now,” Yokinataiyo stated in a cold tone.
“He will serve our queen before the night is over,” Nancy added in the same tone.
“As will the four of you,” Dorothy finished, also in the same tone.
“Oh yeah, nothing creepy about that,” Jake remarked just before the girls attacked.
Dorothy tr
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Justin should have been more careful with that spell. Granted, if he had full knowledge of the sort of things in the far depths of the library, he would have been. As the girls ventured forth into the library’s sublevels, the illusions created by the spell proved to be rather intense.
As Rosa went on her way through the third sublevel, she heard something hit the floor behind her. Startled at the noise, she whirled around only to see the third Harry Potter book laying on the floor. Figuring that one of the others tossed the book there to scare her out of finding Professor Orario, she continued on as th
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The next day Larry and Adelle sat down with Dorothy, Rosa and Nancy during lunch to discuss what to do next. Since most of the philtre was left, despite what the professor stated should be done with it, they decided to go ahead and use it, but had to come up with a new plan. As it turned out the book the recipe was from had a few directions and warnings regarding its use.
“Why the Sam Hill are the warnings after the recipe?” Larry asked.
Dorothy shrugged, but continued on with her explanation, “It says that how it tends to affect people differently, the strength is dependant on the concen