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Chapter Four – The Princely Palace of MonacoMature
Kingdom of Sardinia - October, 1857
I woke in a state of complete confusion to the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the hall. I vaguely remembered that something was wrong, but couldn't remember what. I was warm, but the surrounding room was piercingly cold. I tried to burrow deeper into my cocoon of quilts but there was a deep humming noise nagging at my ears and I felt as though I had been underwater. I had never experienced such a feeling before. I shook my head to clear it and blinked disoriented. Glancing around the room I tried to grasp my bearings. My vision was blurry and my eyes stung as if they had been filled with salt. Once I was playing in the ocean on a vacation with a friend and a wave came and took us from behind. Even though we were close to shore, I felt like we were eight feet under water. Somehow I felt as though I flipped and somersaulted and I didn't know up from down. I felt as though the water was a giant being and it was pressing me into the sand. When the waves finally passed over me, I scrambled to my feet, gasping for air. My whole side looked like it was ground meat. That abrupt and painful incident is the closest I can come to describing the feelings I experienced, but it still somehow falls short.
From what I could tell, I was lying in the centre of an oversized dark wooden bed in a room that looked like it was out of that Brothers Grimm 'Ever After' movie. I was quite sure I must be hallucinating as I recognized the high vaulted ceilings, pillars and arches as being fourteenth century. An architectural time period I had studied while at U of T.
"Where the hell am I?" The words came out as an audible whisper.
Just then the door opened, I squeezed my eyes shut and lied very still pretending to be asleep. The bed moved and a strong distinct musk stung my nostrils. The sudden feeling of a hand stroking my hair jolted my senses but I forced myself to be still. By the time the hand trailed surreptitiously from my hair to my chest, I was very self conscious and very aware of my nakedness despite the nightshirt.
"Sapphira, my flower, wake up." The hand caressed my nipples which responded against my better judgment. Traitorous breasts, I thought to myself.
"We have unfinished business to attend to." When I didn't respond he tweaked my nipple hard.
"Last night was just a taste of what you'll get if you continue to play coy. Tell me where they are and I'll leave you and your family alone."
His voice was deep and menacing and he continued to whisper lewd suggestive comments into my ear. Unsettled as I was by my experience, I was in no mood for his words but I sensed I should remain still and play dead. I felt a trifle queasy at the thoughts of what he said he was planning to do to me if I didn't co-operate. Of course I didn't even know what I was supposed to be co-operating about since he obviously had the wrong girl. I also didn't know if he would carry out his words but I knew that I was going to be sick if his sour breath didn't stop rolling over me. I was feeling trapped, my mind was trying to search for ways to escape but my senses were swimming. I felt so damn weak.
The arrival of a second set of footsteps created joy in my heart and apparently put fear in his because his hands released me. He must have jumped up quickly and disappeared through a second door in the room. I was torn between relief and anticipation at what might happen next. As I attempted to sit up, my head throbbed and I felt dizzy. A wave of nausea that could have knocked over a sailor rolled in causing me to swallow hard and choke a little.
"Perhaps it was not a good idea to sit up so soon."
I closed my eyes and decided that I must be dreaming. None of this could be real. The best way to wake up would simply be to move around slowly even if it hurt. Eventually, I threw back the heavy quilts and swung my legs over the side of the bed.
There was chill in the air which seemed odd to me and yet I couldn't place why. I was surprised by the large canopy over head as well as the fact that I was cold. Nothing seemed familiar or right. Wrapping a blanket tight to my bosom against the chill, I staggered out of bed and headed for the large marble fireplace that lay directly across the room. The cold seemed to help steady my head.
I stared down at an ugly Marie Antoinette looking doll with creepy eyes and let out a strangled giggle, how absurd a situation I thought. I allowed the blanket to slip off and smoothed the long thin nightgown down thinking how it may as well have been sheer for the coverage it provided. Continuing to stretch very slowly, I wandered over to the door that I had seen my visitor hastily exit through. I was surprised to find out that it was actually a closet. Inside lay a row of beautiful dresses, well the term dresses is probably a drastic understatement. They were actually more like ball gowns fit to grace the courts of Versailles.
"Strange?" I whispered not recognizing any of them.
As I fingered all of the richly embroidered gowns, I stood stock-still, feeling the hair prickle on the back of my neck. I realized that I couldn't remember my name. Funny I couldn't remember my name and yet I knew these dresses were not what I was normally accustomed to. As a matter of fact I had only seen dresses like this in the movies, or actually I had worn one once in a play and perhaps once at an elaborate Halloween costume ball in the city. As I looked around the closet I noticed a draft coming from the far right corner so I pushed the dresses aside and was amazed to have found a sliding panel. Ah ha, so this is how my molester must have escaped. Pushing the panel aside I saw a long dark tunnel. I decided I wasn't up to exploring as of yet and closed the door tightly. Leaning against it, I thought of perhaps barricading it with something to prevent any further surprises.
I glanced to the left of the grate and noticed a desk near it with some papers on it. The desk was a deep dark wood that matched the bed and there were two drawers. Opening the first one I rummaged around and found nothing. I accidentally knocked out a small compartment and was surprised to find it sounded hollow. I rubbed my fingers along the back and found a panel that could be removed. Don't ask me how I knew what I was looking for. Perhaps I was a thief or a pickpocket in another life or maybe this was a trick I had employed to hide my own contraband. Quickly I pulled the drawer out all the way out and found a small, leather bound book hidden inside. The pages were dense with large scripted writing. I flipped curiously through the pages; it appeared to be some sort of diary belonging to a woman with my initials. I flipped to the middle of the book and read a passage from an entry dated March 1st1857.
Yesterday while passing the King's study, I came across something very suspicious. The study door had been left slightly ajar and two papers were fluttering in the air as if just being accidently dropped. I didn't see their owner as the guilty party was just turning the corner as I entered the hallway; however, I did notice coat tails. I naturally stole down the corridor to pick them up. The moment I touched the papers the bumps on my flesh stood two feet high. I skimmed the papers as quickly as I could. At the outset, it didn't make sense but then as the words unfolded on the page it dawned on me that it was a letter contrived to someone detailing some sort of scheme or plot. I had only seconds before I noted footsteps returning most likely to reclaim the ruse. It was very coded and hard to read but I knew in my heart that the words alone were dangerous. I quickly released the papers and stole into one of the nearby alcoves to hide. With only a tapestry to conceal myself behind I was too frightened to peak although I do have a sneaking suspicion that it may have to do with our midnight visitor from a few months ago. I am most terrified and yet I have no one to divulge these secrets to. Communications with Nice have been disrupted and Charles has been away for a month dealing with politics surrounding our position in the Kingdom of Sardinia. And mother of course is busy with her constitutions.
I breathed in, half conscious that I was sharing another's personal thoughts and yet these words resonated deep within my soul as if I wrote them myself. The page had been signed 'Princess Sapphira of Monaco'. I recalled of my visitor from minutes ago. I thought he had called me "Sophia" done with some sort of accent and now reading this journal it made sense that he had called me Sapphira. He thought I was the owner of this journal. The two names when spoken quickly did sound the same. I flipped to the next page dated for a week later deeply curious to find out more.
I realized last night after much reflection that I must try to retrieve the letter. I have a feeling that I may know who wrote it. There could be only one man brazen enough to sneak into the Kings study. The snake is up to something. He is aware that my brother has his hands full organizing La Societe des Bains de Mer to operate a gambling concession. Too many times now I have felt inappropriate touches in the night. Mother continues to dismiss his advances as affectionate and as a matter of fact I am beginning to think she encourages them. I, on the other hand know there is nothing affectionate about his lingering kisses or his desperate touch. He wants me to be his wife only for some deviant political reason which I have not yet uncovered. Proof would be the only way that mother would see how despicable he is. I despise the idea of opposing her but I refuse to concede to that sadistic maniac. Unfortunately, every time I try to confide in her, she interrupts me with mad rants and cries because the people dislike her. For the last three nights she has not even come to kiss me good-night. She walks around in a bemused state. I'm worried that he is somehow rendering her incapacitated, perhaps drugging her with something called opium. Thank goodness for Betty, my long time governess with her warm brick and pushy ways. I think she has come to suspect something and so she has taken to visiting quite frequently at night with the excuse of extra blankets and warm bricks. Yes, God Bless Betty, not that it matters; I've slept with a poker beside my bed for good measure just in case he should be stupid enough to return so soon."
I lay down on the bed wondering just who this mysterious man she kept referring to could be? Obviously the same man who had just accosted me but what was his name. Feeling a sense of guilt at the intrusion I had been about to close the book when tiny knocks rapped at the door and a petite dark haired girl poked her head in. The sight of her shocked me back to full consciousness.
"Oh good, Mistress Sapphira you're up. Are you feeling any better?"
They were obviously expecting me to be exhausted but adrenalin coursed through my veins. I tried to slow my breathing. The lady's maid signaled the two women behind her and the three of them marched in opening drapes, unfolding a food tray and handing me a cup of hot broth.
"Please madam, tell us what 'happened?" the tiny french voice cracked with excitement.
I sipped my broth, feeling as though I was an alien from another planet as they began to make the bed and compile garments.
"Do you remember any zing? She paused slightly and continued when I didn't answer. "Do you know zhe Count discovered you floating in zhe river?"
I just stared, pondering what to say and contemplating my secret visitor from moments ago. I couldn't help but wonder if he had something to do with it.
"Chloe, Give er a moment to compile erself." Anais scolded leaving the "h's" off her words. I assumed she was also French. "She as just 'ehwakened and she probably desires to catch 'er breath, no? Anais made a strange click with her tongue. "Tsch, Look at zhat nasty bruise on 'er head." Anais, the tall thin chambermaid or possibly housekeeper with the pinched face and the French accent patted me protectively.
Chloe, the waif-like pale house maid who had been bombarding me with questions, looked down with shame. I felt almost sorry for her. Of course almost being the instrumental word here because I really didn't know how to answer any questions at the moment.
"Aye, weel there's none to be done fer it" Betty, the older yet boisterous Scottish lady stepped in to examine clicking her tongue in a Scottish manner. She probably just tripped leukin for berries and chapped her heid in the creek. Isna that right dear?"
"But Madam, een zhe meedle of the night? Dzat makes no sense, no?" Chloe whispered.
"Didna talk daft, lass, will ye no leave her alone? The puir wee sowe's had enough questions for one day besides she doesn't need tae answer to us and it would do you good to remember that. Betty turned to me, "I suppose all that matters is that the handsome Count found ye and you're home safe and sound wi' us." She finished sitting me up with a huff. "Now let's take care ta get ya dressed, duine, so's that the house will quit their gossiping and lollygagging and move on to the next wee catastrophe."
I had to suppress a chuckle at how pushy she was. She reminded me a little of one of my Great-Grandmothers church friends, Mrs. Ida Abernathy. An elderly Scottish dame with a bark that was just as nasty as her bite, but she gave big hugs and made delicious chocolate chip cookies. Based on Sapphira's journal passage, I had a sneaky feeling that this was the Betty she had been talking about and that she and Mrs. Abernathy had much in common. There was a long white linen chemise trimmed with lace. It took me a little by surprise when Betty threw my arms up and Anais yanked the nightie off over my head, bustling me out of my inadequate garments as if they'd done this a million times.
"Chloe, grab dzhe dress off dzhe back of dzhe door and bring dzhe jeweled panther broach." Purred Anais
Too stunned to resist, I allowed Betty to tug and squeeze me into the corset bone dress. It was a beautiful bronzed gold with ¾ length sleeves and a scoop neckline. The material was made of a soft silk but the crinoline underneath looked itchy.
"Humph, d'ye think maybe ye put on a few pounds in your bosom Lassie." She ran on, nipping and tucking me in as she yanked the laces tighter.
"I'll say" I looked down to discover my ample bosom bulging out of top of the dress. We all laughed for a minute together, then Anais started tugging again.
"Euhhhh, 'ave no fear Madam, we will get you eento eet, No?" She was soon squeezing me so tight I thought I might pass out. I was flabbergasted at the whole situation, never mind the near drowning; I thought to myself, it was going to be death by corset. They stood back, surveying their handiwork with satisfaction.
"Weel, now that's a verra gude." smiled Betty touching my cheek briefly.
"Alright Madam, we shall leave you to powder your face and we'll be back to escort you to dinner in one 'our."Anais pointed to what looked to be a pot of rice powder on a tray. I assumed an 'our meant an hour and silently wondered where all of the other make-up was. I didn't want to show up to dinner looking foolish. I racked my brains for the right words. Blush, no that didn't fit.
"Uh, Anais, where is the rest of it? Don't you wear rouge or khol? Anais looked at me like my head had just spun around.
"Euhhhh, poor Princess, you must 'ave really bumped your head in dzhat creek.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, pardone my saying but you know only zhe loose women wear dzat. Just pinch your cheeks, you know like dzis."
"Oh. Right. Thank you Anais."
I waited for them to close the door and then I ran to the window. There were beautiful rolling green hills for miles with a dainty little river running all around the castle.
What am I doing here? In a castle no less, and who is Princess Sapphira of Monaco? Strange thoughts crept into my brain but I pushed them to the side as I raced back over to the desk and began flipping through the diary trying to gain more insight. Feeling guilty but fascinated I turned to yet another one of the entries.
Panic flutters in my chest now day and night. Charles is unfortunately still absent and I overheard that Mother may soon join him on his travels to quell the political upheaval that we are faced with. I pray desperately that she'll allow me to join so that I am not left behind with that snake. I was visited once again last night; he speaks to me as though we are betrothed bragging that my mother supports this decision. And he has curiously continued to ask me about my father's dear friend Mr. Ferris. I dare not think it has something to do with his son's visit from a couple of months ago. I cannot contemplate how it would even be possible for him to know of my father's chamber and the hidden packages from the Ferris family. Sometimes I wonder if he had something to do with my father's death. I am discerned that he must spy on us to know the things he does. I suspect that his delusions of marrying me are cold and calculated. Something tells me that his obsession has less to do with me and more to do with finding the cursed jewels. I've heard whisper that the jewels have powers and can give one reign over time. Whatever could he be plotting? I wish Charles would return but for now I have only this diary and God to confide in.
I continued on skipping a few pages pondering the words I'd just read, I lazily leaned against the fireplace causing me to jump out of my skin as a small passageway opened up. Another secret tunnel I thought to myself. My goodness, this is right out of a Scooby-doo episode. The passageway was cold, dark and dank and I recoiled at first.
"Come on, don't be a chicken" I goaded myself into embracing my adventurous side. Grabbing the candle off the mantel I headed into the tunnel. Every few steps or so, there were holes or slats that allowed me to see out into the hall. I peeked out one, momentarily blind as I tried to adjust to the changes in light. Feeling carefully for any steps or holes, I walked on, and came up against a wall. There was only one way to go now, it was eerie pacing down the hidden corridor. I approached in time to hear a man's voice. It was an exasperated yet familiar voice that sent chills dancing up my spine. I couldn't see him very well from this angle through what looked to be a closet door but he appeared to be a tall muscular man. He was talking heatedly to a petite blonde girl of about eighteen. She looked quite shy and intimidated in a maid's uniform; the duster in her hand trembled ever so slightly.
"I'm sorry Monsieur, but the doctor told us to notify the King and Betty already sent word." She mumbled looking at the ground as she spoke to him. I got the feeling that he was a force to be reckoned with. I was about to sneak back to my chamber when I distinctly heard the man slap the girl hard directly across the face. I whipped my head back to try to peer through the slats.
"Salope" He grabbed by her the arms, hurling insults in French. From what I could understand, it sounded like he was angry that she had allowed the other servant to send for somebody's brother or possibly the king.
"Je suis désolée. I am sorry. I didn't-" the petite girl whom I suddenly recognized as Chloe the curious chambermaid, was cut off as the cruel man violently kissed her hard on the mouth before ripping the top of her uniform open.
I took a step back at the depraved outburst and covered my mouth not believing my eyes. What had I stumbled upon?
He squeezed her arms so hard that he instantly left welts and glared coldly into her eyes. There was a large dresser blocking my view and so I couldn't see clearly who this sadistic bastard was but I could feel the steel cold hatred that oozed from his pores.
"What have I told you? Time and time again. Well next time perhaps you'll check with me, before you do something stupide." He bellowed.
"Oui" the girl sobbed. "I'm so stupide and I will remember next time."
"Yes, you will remember. You most definitely will remember, won't you, you stupid whore. You will remember that I am in command around here. You will remember that you are my slave, and you know what else you will remember. You will remember that you are good for only one thing. He jolted her to her knees and clumsily fumbled at lowering the zipper of his breeches.
"Only for this." He hissed vehemently.
Not being able to bear witness any longer, I stumbled backwards colliding with the wall and knocking the candle out. No wonder Chloe had seemed so nervous asking so many questions. She was obviously compelled to spy for this man. I forced my numbed mind to think, how do I get out of here? The light from the hallway was slim and the gloomy darkness made it hard to judge distance. The wall rounded into a curve at the end of the corridor; I bumped into it and let out a yelp racing down the hall in the direction I had come from. The stone was slick at times and I slipped twice, banging my already bruised head on the ground. All I could do was pray that the sadistic swine was too encompassed in his ecstasy to have heard the candle hit the floor. The second time I fell and bumped my head I recalled the last passage I had read in Sapphira's journal lapsing into some sort of dream or flashback.
Bored to tears yesterday, I went up to Mothers chamber, only to find her sound asleep as usual. There are a limited number of activities suitable on such a rainy miserable day and so I decided to borrow a book from the study. As I approached the familiar landing, I heard the rumble of voices from above; perhaps my brother the King was home after all. I listened closely discovering that the treaty of Villa Franca had ended the Second War of Italian Unification days ago and so we were having a celebration upon my brother's return. I paused out-side the door, uncertain whether to interrupt.
"Why did the old fool have to be so unruly? I know there is a hidden chamber somewhere in this godforsaken fortress and I will find it."
"You're an intelligent and powerful man, my lord. You will find it."
"I know that, you fool. That treasure hunting bastard, Ferris. I know he gave those stones to the old fool to protect. If I could only find them; imagine what I could do? The Mogul Emperors Jewels; they say they hold the key to power the gates of time. I have been tracking them for too many years to give up now. I can't believe I almost held them in my hands. If only I had beaten Shaffras to the Afghan."
"The Afghan, who is that, my lord?"
"The Afghan, who was going to sell them to me. He was poisoned by Shaffras and thrown into the Tigris before I could take possession. That deviant Ferris beat me to them and I know he hid them somewhere in the palace."
I decided that a third participant in this particular conversation would be decidedly unwelcome, and stepped softly back from the door, turning to go down the stairs when the next few words grabbed my attention.
"That stupid little brat knows where they are. I've caught her coming out of dead ends and disappearing into rooms since she was little. I know both her father and her brother have taken her into their confidence. If only I could gain her trust."
"Well, it's past time she had a husband. Why don't you demand her hand already then she will have to trust you."
"Her brother is the problem. I will have to deal with him as I dealt with the old man."
I don't know how long I'd been lying in the tunnel but my hands were numb and cold when I came to. Once back in the bed chamber I flipped to the final entry. Previously, the writing had been neat and circular, rounded and upright as though written with care but this last entry was fluid and scribbled almost as if written hastily. Something must have happened for her to have been this upset, I could relate to the feeling I thought to myself.
He has finally wrapped mother completely around his finger. I tried to warn her over breakfast this morning, of what I overheard but she refused to hear me. She listened to nothing I said, dismissing me as a silly child with an overactive imagination. Imagine, I am seventeen and she dismissed me as a silly child. She simply kissed me on the cheek, warned me to behave and left to meet up with my brother on his travels. I've decided the only way to survive will be to leave for the Village to find Rochus. I need to find out more about these jewels, if they hold half the power that Father said they do then perhaps they can save me.
I sat shivering on the stone floor of the beautiful Rococo styled boudoir, clutching the book between my knees and trying to get warm from the shock of the last hour. My knees and head hurt from falling and I thought I likely would never be warm again. The chill of Princess Sapphira's words churned in my belly and resonated deep within my soul. Was I somehow this Princess? What had happened? Why couldn't I remember more? There was a strange déjà-vu that I felt whenever I looked at that little brown diary.
I gently opened the book tucking the hidden map I had recently discovered tight to the spine in the back to keep it from falling out. I skimmed through the previous ten entries before closing the book and sliding it carefully back into the drawer. Rising to my feet, I stood staring out the window at the rolling green hills. I had learned quite a lot about the existence of the secret room as well as an Afghan traveler and his two baubles "The Great Mogul" and an amethyst known as the "Delhi Purple Sapphire". I rubbed my hands over my face several times unconsciously biting my lower lip thinking of the possibilities. With the assistance of that tatty old map, I decided I had plans to find this hidden time traveling treasure but first I needed to speak with this Rochus fellow.


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There are reasons why somethings are secret. Why you should never invade someone's privacy. The contents of the treasures you find may consume you...This tale exemplifies just how something you've never know, you've only stumbled upon, and has only piqued your interest may go so far as to steal you from reality. Once it is out, it will only continue to feed.
Upon a quiet eve, a young woman clad in black walked briskly into a dark room and sat at a computer. She tied her auburn hair into a ponytail, brushing back strands that hindered her chocolate brown eyes from catching sight of the button that would turn her monitor on. As she waited for everything to power up, the young woman playfully scooted over to a grey metal filing cabinet that seemed to glow in the eerie moonlight. She reached atop the file cabinet and grabbed a beige folder that read,
"Doc #: 000861223 Status: Closed/ Unsolved".
A familiar chime sounded and gave the pale skinned woman reason to pull her chapped lips into a half smile as she slid back to her computer. She sorted through the papers; news clippings, old discarded reports with coffee stains and creased edges, and photographs that had been thumbed through as often as the most common porno magazine left in a mens dirty stall. She held up a photograph and ran the pad of her fingertip along a singed edge. Many of the papers in the folder had similar markings, as if someone had tried to destroy them.
She huffed away the stray hair that carelessly hung and tickled her lips as she turned to log onto her computer, then onto a site she had used times before. She tapped her foot nervously, occasionally admiring her wiry appeal in the reflection of the monitor. Finally welcomed by her darkened homepage bordered with crimson red strokes, she sighed a sigh of relief and pleasure to feel the keys once more under her fingers. The young woman scrolled across the flashing tabs to navigate to her favourite forum; the unexplained and perplexing, as she liked to put it.
Psi_lenceLeek Says:
Evening everyone, I realize that it's been like a century since my last post here, but after the last confrontation, I had to take myself into hiding. Apparently, neither the government nor the local police admire folks who indulge in the forbidden and taboo; even if a case is marked 'closed', it really never is. That being said, I would like to bring to your attention details of a case that has yet to be solved.
In light of the situation; my situation to be more specific, I will try to be as tame as possible. I can only reveal as much as I have observed myself.
Stories like this never really allow the narrator to leave out details without hacking the tale apart. To be honest, as much as I love the idea of hacking, I'll save that for when I'm out in the woods with a friend. This case begins and ends with a sordid journal entry I happened to stumble upon while in hiding.
Psi, as she referred to herself, quickly found the scanned pdf pages and attached them to her post. As one page after another slowly loaded, she continued to write;
Now, these are just my thoughts and my analysis of this unfinished case, but the victims writing seems to be hurried and reckless, as though she were trying to run from something. Something that snuck into the crevices of her mind. She was not writing for herself. There was something controlling her mind or more likely, her hand. The few people I've spoken to about this before coming back home, agreed with me. As a collective group of 'scandal-loving-cult aficionado's', we have yet to discern exactly what 'it' was. Some people speculate it to have been a demon. Others thought her to simply be crazy or an attention seeker.
Whatever the case may be, the disappearance of this young woman in our reality is a matter we cannot ignore. I speak civilly to you, but I warn you I am not an officer. As many of you know, for me to be an officer would be like me taking the role of district attorney; a great title on a business card, but I'd be arrested as soon as I was sworn in.
I am a leak, an inside source.
The information I posses is equivalent to what the police already have. I will give you the details that they have in their reports, and then some. Are you guys ready? Then please, read the attached files. This entry will confuse at first. Please, dear friends. Keep in mind, that it is not you who is insane, but the young woman who has gone missing because of this;
Psi quickly looked over her post to check for grammar and spelling errors that may have crept into her typing while she stared at the tiny bar with green pixels slowly filling it. Happy with what she had written and overjoyed with the completion of the loading process, Psi clicked 'Post' and awaited for her fellow thinkers' to post their ideas. Psi took time to reread the scanned pages herself.
Doc #: 000861223 Diary pages of Patient XX Date of Submission: 12/23/1887
Status: Closed/ Unsolved
Let us turn to the darkest corner of our room. As you walk towards it, please ensure you have something unique to your reality that will snap you out of this nightmare when you see fit. Alright? Straighten your clothes, smooth out the wrinkles and whatever else may cause an air of unprofessionalism about yourself. Comb your hair you slob. Remember, appearance is everything. When you meet people as shallow as the amber liquid that pools to the bottom of your shot glass, reflecting your hollow glances, you might not think how you look is important. You'd be wrong.
Look into the mirror. Wave goodbye to yourself. If you feel the need to smile, please do. Grin, then turn and walk the road to a discovery that few have ever stumbled upon. As you get closer to the darkness your legs may feel heavier. Fall to your knees. On all fours, crawl to the corner. You must keep going. There is nothing that can stop you from journeying to this new world.
If your hands and knees grow bloody, then slither, my dear. Slither on your belly over the cold, hardwood floor you trample on every day in hopes that you'll finally leave the house and go somewhere. It isn't that difficult. Right?
Do you feel your knees growing raw as you slowly climb?Are your eyelids feeling heavy as well? As though you could sleep at any moment. I implore you not to sleep, my dear. For the sake of us, we cannot slumber and take a moments peace if we are not yet enveloped in the world. Drag yourself to the corner and do so with a smile. Your eyes defy all you feel. Your focused stare, your brilliantly wide eyes glaring into the corner. Yes.
Whatever whispers creep behind you, ignore them. They only exist to encourage you into the soft escape of darkness. Your fingers come closer. Please, just a bit more. The cool caress of a shadow to your fingertips will flow through you. The tiny chill as it moves over your body, something to be savoured as it will be the last thing you feel before you leave.
This is not a trip for pleasure. It is a painful journey you are taking. You embark upon this with no one to accompany you.
No one is here but you.
You are alone until you join the shadows. Go now, hurry. As the sun rises, your opportunity to become one diminishes. This is your last chance. You've worked hard to ignore the thousands of chances you've had to crawl into the abyss. You will ignore it no longer!
You will go quietly. No words, no sorrow, no regret. When you leave this life, you will not enter another. No one does when they take this road. A dark, gloriously dank road of self loathing and hatred for life itself, spotted with shards of distrust stealing further into your core, piercing and drawing forth the feelings of jealousy.
You reek of that foul emotion. Did you know that? You reek of everything that the glass shards have wrought. The glass sitting within your flesh and, like a bird ,nesting itself. What festers beneath your swollen and aching skin is more horrid and may only disappear when you enter this world. You will be cleansed of all that has befallen your pitiful life and you shall rejoice within the bosom of unholy darkness from which you were birthed. Indeed, borne from the seedy underbellies of wretched and ignorant fools like you.
Look towards the corner. Do not turn away from it. As you write these words, think of the pain you feel. The raw flesh as it hangs from your knees and the heel of your palms, stinging from the chill of the shadows as they branch towards you. Reaching out, crying and moaning for the feeling of fresh meat. It calls for you. The trail of blood that you leave behind will be the only reminder that you ever existed, if anyone cares to look for you.
You cannot fight this feeling to become one with our shadows. We will not find peace until you find yours. Take it slowly and reach, at first, your hand into the dampness. Indeed, we are a cold aspect of the painful realities which no-one fails to fall upon at least once in their life. Grit your teeth and bare with the stinging pain as you keep true and push forth your head. Does it burn? Your scalp; does it sear with pain? Do you feel as though you are on fire?
An increasing pressure around your body leaving you unable breathe? As though something were wrapped around your throat keeping you in the dark cavern, starving for air. Open your mouth and inhale, child. You must. What will fill your lungs will be as thick as milk and as clear as air tainted with your mothers liquids. What fills your lungs will be your mothers liquids. From your body will flow the fresh reminder of your mother. How sweet she tasted as she too walked with the shadows.
Dear, sweet thing, a child as young as you has nothing to fear. You are as invincible as you want to be. As you slink further into our shadows and find the pain twist and tug at your innards, we only hope that you dare not turn back. Think of how the others would find you. Half alive? Perhaps half dead. Looking at your perspective, life through your eyes a pessimist like you would look at your mangled malnourished body as half dead. Would you not? You would regret not following through and submerging your entire being into our murky, cold depths.
I hear them calling, whispering in hushed tones. These shadows speaking, spewing their eerie thoughts. 'I believe we have this child. Closer and closer until we have her toe. Her blue eyes are closed to the humanity that shunned her and her pale lips pursed together, staving off any breath that may threaten to pass to keep her from us. Her fists balled into tiny anvils, as she holds in her cries. We could not be prouder of this child. Our young woman coming to join us. We are her family. Come, quickly. Do not lose heart dear, sweet, girl.'
Psi looked away and shivered slightly as she hugged herself and gingerly rubbed her arms. She glanced at her clock and looked to the window. The sun was barely peaking over the hills, it's rays blanketing the old roads in a brilliant hue of gold. Dark shadows stayed themselves on the window sill of her apartment, frosting the glass with tiny crystals of ice. The longer she stared, the more she was in awe of the intricate pattern that started on the bottom left corner of the glass. Psi could not look away. She was fixated on the crystallizing corner. It was a feeling all too familiar, reminiscent of the young woman she had become intimately involved with after scouring through her files.
This feeling would not go away. Not easily. Psi slowly turned her body, her eyes glued to the frosted corner. In one swift movement, the young woman bit down on her tongue. She reeled and covered her mouth with her hands, hissing in pain. As she cursed quietly under her breath, Psi returned to her forum and grinned. Someone had replied.
RebelzCozweigh says:
Welcome bak Psi!! We missed you! Not to trample on your return 'story', but there's something that seems off about this. 1. How did you find out about it? 2. Are there any more things like this? 3. Is there any other proof other than pages that you cud have faked?
Again, welcome bak!!
Psi gritted her teeth, but chuckled as she began to write. This boy was not one of her comrades who would help to produce any conclusions. He was always one to argue. With an air of wounded dignity for having her post questioned, Psi hammered at the keys she had usually tapped upon lovingly.
Psi_lenceLeek says:
Cozweigh, thank you for the return reply. I was just about to set myself to sleep when I caught your post. To answer your questions:
I never reveal my sources. If you read my post with diligence, you will see that I admit to being a leak. Please keep that in mind the next time you decide to question me.
There are no other cases that I am aware of, but if I find any more of this nature, I will be sure to post them here. This, being the first of any case since my return, sparked my interest. I felt some sort of connection to this girl.
I have a few photographs. Unfortunately, the quality is so poor, that any way I attach them will probably render them utterly useless in the future. They're so brittle..
If you wonder why even the scanned pages are brown, it's because of WHEN this incident occurred. The doc number, I have come to decipher as a date of issue when this journal was taken into evidence. Doc # 000861223, stands for X-X-X-1886-December-23rd.
Psi paused. She picked up the folder and stared at the doc number. December 23rd. One hundred years before she was born. Psi shook of the feeling that crept over her shoulder, much like a cold boney hand and returned to her post.
Psi_lenceLeek says:
I know this sounds weird, but while going through this case...I felt some sort of affinity with this woman. I looked through all of the files and not once was her name ever mentioned. Even the police reports stated that this girl was scarred beyond belief, so there was no possible way of identifying her.
The journal never mentioned her shredding her face, but I felt as though my face was being torn off as I read through her passages. When I touched my hand to my face...I actually felt blood trickling. It was both warm and cold.
There was one point where it felt like water. When I looked at my fingers, instead of being greeted with fingertips dripping with my own scarlet liquid, I was met with...sludge.
The reason I bring this up, is because the sludge is reminiscent of the darkness. Or that's how I interpret this feeling.
Psi turned to her window once more, taking her eyes from her only safe haven. The frosted corner had engulfed the entire window and became a sickening, oily black mass. She could no longer blink. Slowly turning back to her screen, Psi began to type.
Psi_lenceLeek says:
Welcome to your Heaven, child. Dear Psi_lence. Dear sweet, Psi_lence. You pried and you pondered. You wondered and wandered too closely for your own safety.
Do you see the darkness? Where the light would shine and save you from us? You needn't fear it any longer. Though you thought you respected and worshiped the darkness, We can help you to understand everything. The young woman in the file you've read? We know who she is.
As pale and frail as Psi_lence herself. Striking brown eyes, straight auburn hair. Full lips that cracked and bled as she would try to smile; much like your lips Psi. Now listen carefully dear, darling child. We will tell you this but once.
Turn to the darkest corner of your room and smile as you walk towards it. Do not show it fear or you will never find yourself whole again. You will not fall to your knees like the woman years before you. No. You will walk proudly to us.
As we shadows reach out to cradle you, please reach out to us and touch us. Do not shudder, Psi_lence. Do not show fear.
We will never hurt you. You will never feel pain, nor loneliness, nor regret. We take it all upon ourselves and allow our children to live an eternity of peaceful happiness. There are no lulls of joy to be replaced with sorrow. Our darkness is constant and therefore will give you stability the likes you have never experienced.
Psi_lence, continue to walk towards the corner of your room. Come now, child. The cold shards felt upon your skin is nothing to shy away from. It is nothing but ice; we are welcoming you into a world of chill. Hearts forever frozen with kisses that pierce the flesh. From your body will flow the fresh reminder of your mother. How sweet she tasted as she too walked with the shadows.
Do you remember now, Psi? Who you are, who your mother is? Who the woman over one century ago was? You feel the affinity to her because your mother felt it too, child. As did her mother, and her mother before her, and so on.
Psi paused. Her fingers fought against the urges. Her muscles twitched as she attempted to block out all sounds. Nothing helped. She lowered her eyes, but couldn't stop typing her own journal. Public and for everyone to read. A sly smile tugged at her lips as she thought about Cozweigh and his ability to question everything she ever posted.
Psi_lence! You will not stop! The corner is your mother! Your grandmother! The corner will be you! Come to us child! Walk and never fear us again. We will wipe your tears with our shadows and lock them away with kisses of sweet despair...
The young woman of 1886; all she saw was an emptiness unmatched by even the darkest corners of the universe. The glossy surface of unbroken shadows rippled and grew as the last of her body was submerged into the watery portal, her body, twisted and morphed, contorted into obscene postures, and swollen beyond belief. She looked like a juicy blueberry, ready to pop. Only her complexion was more like that of a porcelain doll.
Her eyelids were peeled back, but there were no irises. Prying her lips apart revealed to the police, no teeth.
This is what was left in the reports for this woman. No teeth, no finger prints, no possible way to identify who she was. The police surveyed her body and took careful measure of her knees and hands. Printing and photographing them.
One policeman reportedly stated that, "It was as though someone had taken sand paper to this young gals' knees! Frightful sight, really."
Her clothing clung to her as the police pulled her from the tub. Her hair, stuck to her skin, a shiny coat of slime causing it to stay glued to her face. The young woman had been in her 'portal' for much longer than one week. This is a certainty.
The bloodied water had coloured her night dress a beautiful shade of pink. The curves of her breasts pressed against the moistened fabric left nothing to the imagination of officers who scanned the room for any evidence of foul-play. A few stooped over the body to take a closer look at the body, out of sheer sick pleasure. Yes, the authorities in this town are as twisted as bed-spring coil. They haven't changed in the slightest.
They ogled her body, much like they did Psi's. Psi was found on the ground, shards of glass protruding from her face, her palms bare and bloodied. Eyes were peeled wide open and much of her skin was left uncovered by the black clothing she wore earlier that night; skin left bare to be weathered by the elements. Oddly enough, no animal harmed her after she plummeted to her death.
No blood, therefore no temptation to maul and carry home to the pups. If the police had cared to explore Psi's room, they would have found the darkened corner. The throbbing, pulsing mass that tempted Psi and the women before her was still there, lurking. It lingered much like it did in the room of #000861223.
The police also would have found the next victim...
Psi_lenceLeek says:
To the followers of Psi, we welcome any challenges to Doc # 000861223. Please, present yourself, your arguments, your issues with the validity of this case...
RebelzCozweigh says:
Hey Psi! I still have some issues grl!! Those photos you mentioned earlier! Just post them up! You can scan them or somethin', right?! Do it!
Psi_lenceLeek says:
We have a better idea. We can simply show you, first hand how #000861223 and Psi looked when we engulfed them. Mind you, they did not look the same since, #000861223 was in a liquid fantasy, and Psi traveled through her window to her Heaven.
We can give you your own portal to a paradise of your liking. All you need do is follow our instructions and look into the corner of your room...
Though their bodies were here on Earth, their minds had left. You may think Psi is dead, or that #000861223 is gone, but I assure you, they are most definitely here. Who else do you think entraps new victims?
Temptation, seclusion, and isolation are the tools that darkness' like #000861223 and Psi_lenceLeeks uses to hone in on in order to find the next victim.
Date: 04/13/2012
Username: #000881222
#000881222 says:
Hey...I know that this forum has been closed for more than a few years, but I found it interesting. I was wondering if anyone could shed some light on another case I found while surfing the net.
Unlike #000861223, I actually have the name of the person and a bit more information. I just don't have the cause of death.
So.. I found out that it was someone who used to post in this forum. His username was RebelzCozweigh...I found out that his real name is--


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The U.S. is deeply concerned about the famine in South Sudan, as well as the risk of famine in northeastern Nigeria, Somalia and Yemen. We are one of the largest donors of humanitarian assistance for the people of these countries and will continue to work with other international donors to provide the life-saving aid needed to avert famine and help people in need.
The Fiscal Year (FY) 2018 Budget request for USAID defends our national security interests and addresses the challenges to American leadership abroad. It acknowledges that U.S. assistance must be more effective while continuing to advance our foreign policy and economic interests – as well as our values. Strong American leadership will promote development and provide lifesaving assistance, along with diplomacy and defense efforts, to support U.S. national interests. USAID helps to build a more stable, resilient, and prosperous world, and assists vulnerable populations. We make Americans safer at home and abroad by addressing such challenges as extreme poverty, food insecurity, pandemic disease, conflict, violence, and poor governance that can foster violent extremism, instability, transnational crime and other security threats.
يعتمد الأردن في تلبية غالبية احتياجاته من الطاقة على استيراد النفظ والغاز. تواجه المملكة تحديات عديدة تتمثل في التقلبات المستمرة في أسعار الطاقة والزيادة السريعة على الطلب من الجانب المحلي الذي تحظى تكاليفه بدعم كبير من قبل الحكومة. يوفّر برنامج بناء قدرات قطاع الطاقة الممول من الوكالة الأمريكية للتنمية الدولية الدعم اللازم لشركات توليد وتوزيع الطاقة والمستهلكين الأردنيين لتشجيعهم على تبني أفضل الممارسات في مجال كفاءة الطاقة وتطوير مصادر بديلة ومتجددة للطاقة.
The United States has had a diplomatic relationship with ASEAN since 1977, cooperating in trade, economic and social development, people-to-people connections, institutional strengthening, national security, defense, science and technology and education.
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Temporary Home
By Carrie Underwood. Piano Vocal. Published by Hal Leonard (HL.354069).
Item Number: HL.354069
9x12 inches.
This sheet music features an arrangement for piano and voice with guitar chord frames, with the melody presented in the right hand of the piano part, as well as in the vocal line.


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In 1993, a novel technology was invented by a team that included Jon Faiz Kayyem, PhD at The California Institute of Technology (CalTech). This invention combined nucleic acids and microelectronics to produce an electronic sensor for DNA detection. His invention was based on electrical detection of nucleic acids on a cassette based detection platform. Dr. Kayyem went on to found Clinical Micro Sensors, with the goal of translating this "eSensor" technology to disposable chips. Following several acquisitions of the technology, Dr. Kayyem became actively involved again in 2009, returning as an investor and then as CEO and Chairman of the Board.
In 2009, a collaboration between Dr. Kayyem and Christopher Gleeson began. The two redefined the company strategy, and brought in a new board of directors, executive leadership team, and commercial management. In 2010, the company known at that time as Osmetech, was named GenMark Diagnostics and listed on NASDAQ. Mr. Gleeson remained an integral part of GenMark's growth in the years that followed, serving as Chairman of the Board until his retirement in 2014. Dr. Kayyem currently serves as SVP, Research and Development.
GenMark's ePlex sample-to-answer system symbolizes the evolution of eSensor technology combined with digital microfluidics. ePlex is designed to integrate automated nucleic acid extraction and amplification with eSensor detection technology, allowing technicians to place a raw or a minimally prepared patient sample directly into the test cartridge and obtain results without additional steps. The ePlex menu targets critical applications in infectious disease testing.*
GenMark is headquartered in Carlsbad, California and maintains its European Operation in Zug, Switzerland.
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The Banneret's Blade
Part 1 Trouble Brewing
Part 2 Revenge is Sweet
Copyright: Nick de Rothschild 2015
A two part novel by Nick de Rothschild
"This is action-oriented historical fiction very much in the Bernard Cornwell vein, presented with irresistible vigour and wry humour. Strongly recommended."
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"The author succeeds at creating a richly detailed setting and memorable characters. His descriptions of daily life in France and England, including the grand architecture of churches and castles, create a vivid picture of life during that era. Roger is a dynamic protagonist: A man of faith who's loyal to his king, church and family but not immune to the charms of beautiful women." Kirkus Reviews
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Synopsis: A police detective tries to track down a serial killer that, for unknown reasons, is targeting victims at local gyms, selecting them based on their level of fitness. As he investigates, he learns he isn't after a normal killer. Instead, he's tracking down an alien hunter that is looking to make clothes out of human flesh.
The movie is directed by Kevin Tenney.
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A review of the 2003 science fiction thriller starring Eric Roberts and Arnold Vosloo.
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Who's in it?
Who's in it? The movie stars Eric Roberts, Arnold Vosloo, Miranda Jewel, Saulis Siparis, Sarah Kaite Coughlan and John Rhys-Davies.
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A deranged hunter massacres the female clients at a local health spa, and the two police detectives assigned to investigate, Sully (Eric Roberts) and Wynowski (John Rhys-Davies)...
Better Than Expected but Fails to Reach Potential
When I first picked out this particular film earlier this week, I honestly wasn't sure what I was going to get. From the description, it sounded like it might be a decent horror movie. However, at the same time, the "R" rating made me wonder if the movie would turn out to be a badly written soft core porn film. As it turns out, it fell somewhere in between those two categories.
Overall, I thought the movie had a decent plot, mostly because, even though we know the hunter is targeting only the physically fit, we aren't really told exactly why until later in the movie. Also, the fact that there is another alien, Warden (Vosloo), adds a bit to the mystery because, at least at first, it's hard to tell whether he is there to help or oppose the hunter. And, even though the ending was a little predictable, I thought it was better than I honestly was expecting it to be.
The biggest problem with this movie is the weak execution. For one, there's quite a bit of gratuitous nudity in the film. This is something that normally occurs when filmmakers are trying to distract people from a weak plot. But, again, the overall storyline in this movie wasn't too terrible and, as a result, they really didn't need to go that route.
In addition, the characters in this film seemed to lack any sort of urgency. Roberts' character goes home to his wife every night and the rest of the police department just seems to stand around waiting for something to happen rather than trying to find the killer before he strikes again. There are also quite a few one-liners throughout the film that I think were meant to be witty but failed miserably because of poor presentation.
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I think, with some better editing and perhaps an upgrade or two in the cast, this film could have been pretty decent. Unfortunately, because of the excess nudity and weak execution overall, this isn't a movie that is very memorable.
My Grade: C
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So Simon Goodwin has been named as the Adelaide footballer who gambled during the season. There's now calls for a life ban and a minimum of $100,000 in fines, all for betting on football games that didn't involve his own club. Surely it's a bit of a joke? Not to the Official Port Adelaide Club Historian Michelangelo Rucci who'd be having a field day with this - indeed he's made sure that it's been front page news for the past couple of days. Rucci, never one to allow his bias to prevent him from bashing the Crows, is convinced that this is the most evil of crimes that a footballer can commit.
Let's look at it objectively, and this is what amazes me. According to both the AFL, and Rucci for that matter, if you're a player and you bet on a football game you can get banned for life and a $100,000 fine.
However an AFL footballer can do any of the following without any fear of censure from the either the AFL or Rucci (remembering that both a current and a former Port player was accused of the first offence, something Rucci will deny until he dies):
Rape (including covering it up with pay-offs)
Serious sexual assault
Serious physical assault (including placing people into comas and giving them permanent brain damage)
Beating people up waiting for a taxi
Domestic violence (including threatening your partner with knives and/or guns)
Avoid the police while under the influence of drugs/alcohol (ie: dumping your car and running from a booze bus)
Take illegal drugs
Binge drink
Drink drive
Drive without a license, drunk and crash several cars (and avoiding police)
Have direct links to bikie gangs
Break and enter
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Amongst other offences.
There's a host of players currently playing today who've committed those offences - a quick Google search on any of those descriptions and the words 'AFL player' will bring up the names. The AFL have never punished them - indeed they've rewarded some of them - however, thanks to Rucci's charge, they want to hang Goodwin out to dry. I wonder if Rucci would be so persistent in his pursuit if the player who gambled was a Port player? Of course not. After all he considers the alleged rapist to be a damn good player and a close chum. That's bias for you.
And the AFL wonder why it's considered to be a joke.
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- Bronze John said...
I spoke to my brother the other day and asked if he felt left out that there was an AFL scandal that didn't involve his team.
One week to the pseudoseason. Fear us.
- Monday, February 19, 2007 8:28:00 pm
- Bronze John said...
By the way, I wanted to see if there was an origin for the phrase "fear us". So I typed it into Google and came up with all these people fearing US attacks on their country.
- Monday, February 19, 2007 8:29:00 pm
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I searched threw my drawer one more time before I grabbed my shorts.It can't be too bad, it's not like we're sleeping in the same room. "Alex!," I could here my mom's voice echo through the hall ways," Make sure you Pack Some Underwear!"
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Scarf is a one of important part of your look and besides that- they are SO,SO Soooooo comfortable!:)))
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Nicola awoke slowly, breathing in the cold morning air with long, relaxed breaths.
The sun had barely reached the top of the mountain range which overlooked the town, but already it was a hive of activity. From the open window, she could hear market-goers haggling with savvy traders; children, engrossed in a game, screaming gleefully and the general background noise of livestock.
Things, as usual, were normal.
Moving quietly, in case she woke her father, Nicola stalked across the room to pull on an itchy sack cloth shirt, a yellowed pair of linen pants and 2 straw sandals. Very modest for the daughter of the town mayor, but she often dressed inconspicuously, as no thief in their right mind would let the daughter of the town mayor proceed down a street unhindered.
This said, crime wasn't the real reason she dressed as a peasant.
You couldn't experience Arkos from the perspective of a near-noble. This town had to be lived, breathed, interacted with as one of the mass.
Slipping down the wooden stairs, she was confronted by a tall, thin man, with a large drooping mustache who had been sitting silently under the stairs.
"You're going out again?" He inquired.
"You know I can't stand being cooped up in this house with that pompous goon." She denoted the direction of her Step-brother's room with a flick of her long, brown hair.
"I can't stop you, but can you at least take this? It's dangerous enough to be out alone." The old man handed Nicola a small dagger, embossed with the her family crest.
"Thanks, Alex." Nicola said, as she embraced the stick thin old man, and hurried out the back door.
"I worry about her sometimes." Alex muttered to no one in particular.
Concealing the dagger in the sleeve of her shirt, Nicola grabbed a small cloth that was lying on the banister of the back stairs, and secured her hair back with it. Free lying hair was a symbol of nobility in Arkos, and it was a ritual she was accustomed to.
Nicola had been sneaking out for the past 3 years, every since her mother had married Demot, the town mayor. Before, she had been an ordinary peasant girl, who aided her mother in a bakery. The first few times she had escaped early on a Sunday, it had been out of hate for the harsh rules imposed on her by Demot, but soon the excursions had begun to take a certain purpose.
She had found a small creek about a mile from the edges of the town, surrounded by Eldermoss forest.
It had become her refuge, her sanctuary, her private little heaven in the monotony of daily life.
As far as she knew, no one else knew the creek was there, and that suited her perfectly.
After a 30 minute stroll through beautiful, chirping woodland, Nicola made it to her haven.
Because it was a somewhat chill day for July, she decided that she'd lie by the water, as a way of relaxation.
Nicola stared up at the sky through the shifting canopies of the fir trees, and slowly drifted away to the realm of sleep.
She was brought back to consciousness with a jolt.
Something was wrong.
The sun was down. But there was something definitely wrong.
She could feel it right at the back of her neck.
Rolling into a crouch, Nicola pulled the dagger from where it had been hanging near her wrist.
She took in her surroundings with a quick sweep of her head, and saw an orange glow - to the east.
The direction of Arkos.
Nicola grabbed her sandals from the grassy knoll, slipped them on, and sprinted towards the hazy, undulating glow in the east.
She arrived on the edge of town breathless and sore. She had fallen during the run, and blood was running down her right leg.
Her face was covered in scratches from brambles and thorns, and her linen pants were covered with mud and dust.
But what she saw smashed these concerns roughly to the back of her mind.
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Spritz sound great,,,, I do mine with Spiced rum and apple juice,, will have to give yours a try,,Thanks
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Spritz sound great,,,, I do mine with Spiced rum and apple juice,, will have to give yours a try,,Thanks
A full smoker is a happy smoker
Try an keep the proportions equal, be a balanced system. To much water an it gonna thin out the salt. The salt be about as low as ya can go an still have it work.
I made this a second time where I had no weather and temp issues and it was killer! I brined, dried, gave it a little rub under and on oiled skin. I have yet to inject, but I am sure it would be great. I would go light on the injection, the brine and rub make it pretty tasty as is.
This brine works just fine on them enhanced birds. Be bout all ya can get anymore. Actually, the brine helps ta wash out some a that cheap salty enhancer an replace it with flavor.
The 3 recipes were designed tagether, but don't need ta all be used ifin ya don't wanna. Many times the brine an a good rub be fine. Sometimes a bit a spritz be nice. If ya want a bit spicer bird add in the injection. Really be all about personal taste an choice.
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American spy during the Civil War, she was a Southerner who used her position at her dad's hotel to convey information to Confederate Generals Stonewall Jackson and Turner Ashby. With her social skills she managed to visit soldiers, flirt with officers and watch military formations. She was arrested on July 29, 1862 but released shortly thereafter. Again arrested in June 1863, she was released on December 1 that year because she had contracted typhoid. She sailed to Europe to recover and there became an entertainer. She died in 1900 while touring the US.
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Sy Scholfield quotes ata from Ruth Scarborough's book, 'Belle Boyd: Siren of the South' (Mercer University Press, 1997), p. 3: 'It was into a quiet home in the peaceful village of Martinsburg that Maria Isabella Boyd was born at 7:30 AM on 9 May 1844. 'Belle' Boyd would be the first of eight children...'
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Linklaters global head of private equity Graham White has resigned from the firm along with partner Raymond McKeeve to join the London office of Chicago giant Kirkland & Ellis.
The move will bring to an end months of market speculation surrounding White and McKeeve. The pair have been at Linklaters since 2001, when they moved together from SJ Berwin.
Prior to that they were at corporate boutique Dickson Minto. White has acted for CVC Capital Partners, Apax Partners, JP Morgan and TDR Capital. McKeeve has acted for Montagu Private Equity and Permira.
A Linklaters spokesperson said: "We can confirm that Graham White and Raymond McKeeve, private equity partners in London, have accepted an offer to join Kirkland & Ellis.
"We are grateful for their contribution to the firm, and we wish them all the best for the future. While we are sorry to see Graham and Raymond go, we remain fully committed to our private equity practice and our service to clients will remain unaffected."
White and McKeeve could not be reached for comment. Kirkland & Ellis declined to comment.