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Chapter Five
"So what is this City of the Fallen?" Nika asked Dorr.
They were walking beside a babbling brook where willow trees bent to meet the water.
It was early in the morning and the seven moons were slowly sinking into the hills behind them whilst the sun rose from the mountains before them.
"The City of the Fallen is a human outpost in the Angel Chorus Mountains. It's the safest place to hide from the Elemental's forces...such as those dragons we encountered." Dorr explained.
A thousand questions lay heavy on Nika's tongue but she spoke nary a word, for she had the good nature not to pester the faery.
"I fear that will not be the end of the onslaught, Dorr." Seera told him.
Dorr nodded absently.
Nika noticed they were heading northeast...at this rate they would have to change directions unless they wanted to misss the mountains entirely.
"Uh....Dorr? Shouldn't we be heading that way?"
Nika pointed towards the distant snowcapped mountains.
Dorr shook his head and replied, "We have to have transportation. It's too dangerous to try and reach the city by foot. I can't exactly fly both of you there by myself!"
Nika frowned and muttered, "What kind of transportation?"
Dorr halted suddenly and pointed across the brook which had become a wide river.
"That kind of transportation."
On the opposite bank, fenced in, were a strange menagerie of winged things.
From Nika's position, she could spot griffons, pegasi, cockatrices and even a few dragons.
Was that a pterodactyl as well?
Dorr took off running before launching himself across the water at a glide.
"Lucky." Nika muttered under her breath.
Seera waded calmly into the water and looked over her shoulder at Nika.
"Climb onto my shoulders. I'll take you across." She told her with a smile.
Nika mounted the knarled twisted roots of the birch Dryad, twisting her fingers into the smaller ones.
By the time she reached Seera's shoulders, sweat was dripping down her face.
Her legs dangled on either side of the pale blue haired head, her hands clutching to the giant's fingers - Seera had the decency to grasp Nika's hands before wading into the deeper water.
Nika had a childhood fear of drowning that surfaced again as they crossed the river.
Seera sank deeper and deeper into the water the farther she waded in.
Nika grew nervous as the water rose to her kneecaps.
Seera's head bobbed like a pale blue ball over the surface of the water.
And then they saw them.
Two horse heads appeared above the surface of the water and Nika gasped in awe, temporarily forgetting her fear.
They were green with strips of kelp for hair, big black eyes blinking lazily.
They roared.
Razor sharp teeth glinted in their equine heads.
"Seera, get us out of here!" Nika screamed, digging her nails into the wooden palms of the Dryad.
Though Seera appeared to be trying, she wasn't moving any faster.
The two horse heads cut through the water like blades as they sped towards the struggling Dryad and human girl.
The clock was ticking.
Two roots surfaced from the water and curled themselves around two tree trunks on the opposite bank.
Nika's hopes soared as the strong roots hauled the birch closer to shore.
The horses were faster though and were soon too close for comfort.
For some reason, Nika wasn't afraid of the horses. A lulling song filled the air and she was entranced.
Come dive 'neath the waters
To the land of fish and mer
Come taste the ocean sweet,
New friends you shall meet,
Come with us...
Nika found her hand stretched out towards them....As Seera reached the shore.
Nika felt a longing in her heart like no other for the green steeds.
Giant smooth wooden hands set her feet on the sand and she looked up at the unearthly young woman.
"Marnoc." Seera whispered, but Nika didn't know what that meant.
So little about this world had been explained to her, how she got here, who was chasing them...
"Seera! Nika!" Dorr scrambled down the steep bank to the shore, worry pressed on his elfin face.
Nika rolled her eyes. Now he got here.
"I saw the kelpies." He told them lamely when he saw the look of fury in Nika's eyes.
"Saw them? How about fighting them next time?" Nika snapped, ignoring the surprised look on Seera's face.
She was cold and wet, and she could be snippy if she wanted to by thunder!
Dorr, in way of apology, offered her his arm and she took it with a wholehearted smile.
"That's more like it." Nika announced, smiling.
Together, they clambered up the bank with Seera in tow.
Atop the bank was a trading post, a side pen to the western style building holding the creatures Nika had seen earlier.
An old tattered sign hung from a wooden pole. It read, 'Sleem's Trading Post'.
Nika noticed that the letters were written in green slime that dripped off the bottom of the wooden sign.
Shivering, she hurried after Dorr and Seera who had gone on ahead.
The trading post building was designed like an old western style tavern, swinging saloon doors and all, which Nika passed through.
The inside was wooden and brown like the exterior, a long counter in front of her and shelves stocked with wares behind her.
Behind the counter was a monster - but Nika swallowed her scream.
He was a large man, a head shorter than Seera, with no shirt and only ragged muslin shorts with a scrappy leather belt which the flies buzzed lazily round.
The most interesting feature, however, was his face. The man had only one eye which was centered on his forehead.
"If it isn't the bowsman his-self, Dorr Dragonslain! What can I do for you?'' His accent was a peculiar mixture of cockne and southwestern American, Nika noted.
Dorr smiled....and someone cleared their throat outside.
Nika turned to see that Seera was unable to get in.
"I fear I am too large, kind sir."
Nika stifled her laughter as the Dryad tried to bend and squish herself through the door.
The cyclops laughed heartily and replied, "Sorry miss! Me trading post tweren't made fer ye kind."
"Furius, we need transportation into the Angel Chorus Mountains." Dorr cut into the friendly chatter.
Furius raised his singular eyebrow. He cocked one end in a questioning gesture.
Dorr sighed. "Woe betides the fallen star, which rests in yonder mountains. One day when war is no more the City of the Fallen shall rise."
Furius Sleem nodded at the odd phrase and clapped his meaty hands together.
"Right! This way!"
Furius beckoned them to follow and he led them out a side door to the animal pen.
Nika was delighted that several beasties gathered round her to nibble at her clothes.
She stroked the velvety nose of a pegasus as Furius showed Dorr the best of his griffon flock.
Nika looked around to see where the voice was coming from.
"Down here!"
She looked down to see an exotic bird at her feet.
It plumage was the hues of fire, curlicue tail feathers.
"Beware the dragon slayer."
Nika was taken aback. No one had told her birds could talk here!
"Be wary of the green winged faery! Beware!"
The red bird launched itself into the air to land on Furius's shoulder and perch there.
Nika gave a sidelong glance at Dorr. Why should she be wary of the green winged faery?
She ran to Dorr who had called her.
He was standing by a magnificent hippogriff - half hawk half horse - and grinning.
"You and I can take this beauty to the City!"
Her face fell.
"What about Seera?"
Seera cleared her throat for the second time in a row and Nika turned to see her standing by the fence, on the outside.
"The sun is setting and Nika has had two sleepless nights in a row. Let us camp and spend one more night as a treo."
So, they did.
Furius let them camp in the backyard of the trading post on the soft downy moss with woven blankets he provided.
Seera would not permit a fire so they sat in the dark with the will o' wisps and fireflies for light.
"It is time we told you everything." Seera told Nika as she huddled at the base of the firmly rooted Dryad with Dorr.
She began.
"You came across the stars to our world in a sphere of stone, crossing from one world to the next. When you awakened in the heart of the Elemental Fortress, Dorr saved you. I know this because trees and Dryads alike share memories. We see all and know all.
The roots of an old oak were nearby.
The Fire witch, Serena, injured Dorr...and, well, you know the rest of that tale.
The Elementals control the four elements. They are evil dictators that must be vanquished.
Now, you must know that faery and man are at war. They have been for thirteen cycles. The City of the Fallen is a refugee camp for humans. That is all I know."
Nika had listened in silence to the account.
"That still doesn't explain why I'm here." She muttered into the blanket.
Her inquisition was met with silence.
Dorr gave her his best smile and Nika felt her spirit lift a little.
Turning his attention to the hevens, Dorr leaned back against the sleeping Dryad's legs and pointed to a cluster of stars.
"There's the Dancing Warrior," Dorr traced an outline in the sky, "And that's Moonwing of Irisbane...Oh, that's the Maiden of Gaia!"
Nika let the names roll around her thoughts.
"Do you know every constellation?" She murmured.
He shook his head. "Nay. Just those and the Long Tailed Bear." Dorr pointed to it.
It looked familiar to Nika....
"But enough about me!" Nika's thoughts were shattered by Dorr's words, "What is your world like?"
She chose her words carefully to describe her world to Dorr so he would understand.
"Earth is...uh...a spherical pl-" Dorr raised a hand to silence her.
"I know what a planet is and that worlds are round."
Blushing, Nika nodded and continued.
"All across Earth are....er...Cities of glass and stone and metal, I guess.....The sad thing is, there are so many humans, we're destroying our world."
Dorr shrugged as though the matter was a flea.
"Of course. We are not made for the worlds we live in now. Besides, this reality is but an illusion to test us."
Nika bit her lip to keep from laughing...How could he believe in something like that?
Dorr seemed to read her thoughts, for he turned over and said a muffled, "Good-night."
Nika let out a sigh and folded her hands behind her head.
An owl hooted somewhere.
Soon, she found herself in her dreams.......
....Long trailing claws dug inky black marks in the white stone of the ledge, staining it.
The claws belonged to a cloaked figure, eyes flashing 'neath the hood.
"Is it that time already, Quorion?"
The speaker was unseen, in the shadows that pooled by the mountain side that the treacherous ledge was attached to.
The hooded figure clicked his long claws together and hissed.
"Never call me by that name!"
The voice laughed. It was an old, sad, weary sort of chuckle....more of a whispering breath.
"It was the name I gave you...but if you perfer Dark One...."
The figure slashed his claws through the air, "Silence!" He bellowed.
With one swift movement, the figure flipped back his hood as lightning arced against the moonless night.
His head was hairless, large fang-like teeth contorting his face into a hideous everlasting smile...if it could be called that.
Bluish-black veins pulsed sluggishly across his skull.
"This is what you have done to me!" The monster howled above the suddenly screaming winds, "What you made me!"
The shadowed person didn't reply.
And then, he stepped from the darkness.
Two massive white paws sliced the silence, disturbing a few stray stones as they fell.
A pitch black nose and broad snow white shoulders appeared.
When he was fully in the dim starlight, all could see he was a polar bear.
An oversized polar bear.
"Now, you die."
The bear didn't even react as his enemy assumed a battle stance.
He just smiled that curious bear-smile and murmured quietly, "Lord of the Stars, pardon they who fight below and their kind, for they are innocent."
With a murderous cry of rage, the hideous being surged forward, one set of claws raking upwards, the other raking across the bear's chest once the first was through.
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As soon as the signal was given, Thughe unleashed his Shroud and charged. I suppose the easiest way to describe his power is to have you imagine what the Bruce Banner looks like when he changes into the Hulk. His entire upper body went black and began to grow to an unbelievable size. He took up nearly a quarter of the available Arena space, cutting down on the options that Hiil and I had.
Thughe charged and immediately Hiil and I dove out of the way. Thughe would be able to reach high speeds if he was able to build up momentum, but the small ring didn't allow for much of that. That was an advantage for me. I didn't have anything on Hiil yet so I did my best to keep him on the opposite side. With any luck, Hiil and Thughe would go at it and beat each other up, allowing me to sneak in and finish things before they knew it.
I tried to feint in and stab at Thughe, but he anticipated the move and hit me with his fist. It felt more like I had been hit with a tree trunk. I almost flew off the edge, but I managed to pick myself up and stand. My knee was still holding up, but that hit hadn't been kind to it. I decided to stay on the outside and hope that Thughe and Hiil would go at it for a while.
I was sticking to circling the perimeter of the ring when Thughe caught on and began to circle around to intercept me. I turned to run the other way, but found Hiil approaching me as well. I was forced to move into the center of the ring to avoid being sandwiched, but my position in the center wasn't much better as the other two could now force me backwards.
I had to think. I didn't have anything concrete on Hiil so my best option would be to outmaneuver Thughe. As he ran around the ring then converged on me in the center, it was obvious that he was indeed picking up speed. I was willing to bet that his control and handling weren't the greatest, so I prepared myself to take a gamble.
Thughe was now moving quickly, and as he turned into the center, he passed Hiil and was barreling straight at me. I backed up until I was on the edge and then waited for the right time. It took Thughe about two seconds to cross the center and as he came within three feet of me I pulled a classic.
I stepped off the edge.
I'm sure you can guess what happened next.
As I fell, I latched onto the edge with my hands, and even lodged my blades in the floor for added stability. Thughe realized too late that he was heading for the edge and tried to slow himself, but it was no use. He fell off the fifty foot pillar and plummeted to the ground. In this case, even his immense bulk did little to soften his impact with the ground.
It was just me and Hiil.
I was tyring to pull myself up when Hiil ran up and went to stomp on my hands. I rotated the angle of saws so that they were perpendicular to my hands and watched as Hiil stomped down on one of them. His blood splashed my face and I saw him stumble back while clutching his foot.
As I pulled myself up I was able to observe Hiil's power in action. It took a second or two to come into effect, meaning he wasn't invincible. It meant whatever I did would have to be an instant kill. The two of us were now facing each other from opposite sides of the circle. I made the first move by firing a saw at Hiil. He didn't attempt to move out of the way as it hurtled towards him and cut into his hip. He gave a grunt of pain but continued to stand and after a moment his hip healed back up.
Would he just keep letting me take pot shots? Was he waiting for me to lower my guard? Could I get a lucky one shot kill on him?
I created a second saw and fired it at Hiil once more, but this time I followed my shot. As it cut into Hiil I swung at his throat and-
My arm stopped cold as Hiil calmly grabbed it with a grip of iron. He smiled and continued to hold my arm still until his injury had re-knit itself. Then he turned and dragged me towards the edge.
He size belayed his incredible strength, which would have come close to rivaling Thughe's. I was struggling madly, and he punched me several times; once in the face, once in the stomach, and once on my injured leg. He was very good at dissuading. We came to the edge and Hiil gave me a look that was half triumphant smile, and half pitiful goodbye. Then with contemptuous ease he threw me off the edge.
I could see Hiil turn around and raise his arms in what he believed to be victory, but I had been thinking about this situation ever since my fight with Pailadyn.
I wasn't going to let a fall kill me.
My razor blades began spinning and they elongated as I morphed them into another type of circular blade.
A propeller.
They were now spinning faster than any blade I had created, and I could my descent slow, halt, and then reverse. I was flying. My ascent began to speed up and as I rose above the ledge, I morphed the propellers back to saw blades and let my momentum carry me in arc.
An arc that ended at Hiil's turned back.
Whether he could sense the crowd's shock and anticipation, or just plain hear me hurtling towards him, Hiil turned and his smug smile evaporated into a surprised and panicked look. But there was no time for him to react. I hurtled through the air, blades out in front of me. They connected with Hiil's throat and as I continued in my arc, the blades drove into his neck and pushed him down with me. With Hiil under me, my fall to the floor drove both of my blades completely through his neck and decapitated him.
As the crowd roared and clapped, I stood and puked as I looked at the grisly scene I had caused. My head was swimming, and I felt like I was on uneven ground. I fell to my knees and drove my weapons into the ground to steady myself. I didn't take them out until the platform had receded and the healers were tugging at me to come with them.
Dimly I could hear the announcer proclaiming my victory. I could see Pailadyn trying to push her way towards me, but I coulnd't get to her because of the healers. I tried to shrug them and tell them I wasn't hurt. My Shroud had always been red hadn't it?
Or was it white?
Or was it… black…?
No that was just my vision fading as I collapsed to the floor.

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Lawton had lost earlier this year in a British title fight and in the debris of his changing room late on Saturday he insisted that Khan would beat the current British champion at lightweight, Jon Thaxton. Khan has been saying the same thing for a long time. Thaxton retained his British title on Friday night at York Hall in London, when he stopped Dave Stewart in round 12. The fight was also an eliminator for the right to begin negotiations for a meeting with Khan.
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The joy of knowing Alex wasn't getting kicked out made it so neither one of us heard George saying we had to go to school. We just ran to our room and continued in what we were doing: making an electronic bunk-bed. It turned around like a ferric wheel.
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use your tablet or phone even a desktop! for thease great free resources
http://www.thetimenow.com with added Website Accessibility!
Need a timer for a game? set it for 20 seconds or 20 hours! its your choice.
weekend away and need a countdown calendar?
Any kind of time and date stuff is free
i have recently been sent another link which is more accessable for sight impared people. http://www.thetimenow.com its a great site that offers all the things above and some! thanks Lily for the link


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we are drenched
rain makes me paranoid.
empty gray rain makes me think the sky is
pressing hard against the windows with emptiness and
i'm going to explode.
black masks and plaid
thunder is more comforting
it reminds me of things that are alive
and healthy,
not like the soggy bottled squids in
the biology room
or the people we learn about in european
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I have my own personal philosophy and it often doesn't jive with what Hockey Canada has in mind. There's no way in hell (if I were the one making the decisions) Perry would be on the Sochi team. Zero chance, he is not a big ice player and he's liability defensively and he loves to rack up the penalty minutes. Plus I'm just not a big fan of one Mr. Perry. II'd have a 50% turnover from Olympics to Olympics and I'd always have the average age around or near 25. Thanks Perry for your 4 goals in Vancouver. Much appreciated. Now if there's a World Cup 3 years from now in Montreal and you are still a 40 goal scorer, then I'll you'll get consideration. but big ice in Europe. Forget it. Luckily for Perry and a few of the other vets, Hockey Canada doesn't think like I do. and Getzlaf I like even less than Perry.
I gotta agree with you. I wouldn't want either player on the team if I were Canadian other than the fact that 3 minutes and all ye are fallen may be the greatest line ever.
I've got
Sharp-----Toews-------E Staal
B. Schenn
Stamkos, Crosby and Giroux are basically obvious picks. Elite playemakers and scorers, the only question I have is whether Stamkos or Tavares play wing? I like Stamkos' skating so I'm keeping him there. I like Nash, Neal and Staal because they are big bodies who skate well and can score. Even though Neal doesn't play with Crosby on a line, as teammates you can hope to replace some of that chemistry that Canada used well in 2010 with Marleau-Thornton, Perry/Getzlaf line combos.
With Sharp, Toews, Marchand and Bergeron you get the two top penalty killing cores in the NHL right now, plus offensively talented players. Brayden Schenn probably seems like an odd choice but the guy can play wing or center, he can score, he can kill penalties and he seems like the perfect final forward. Wayne Simmonds probably makes some people go
but I like his game. He can skate, he plays hard ever shift and has some underrated skill.
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The Smoking Gun
Ted Wright: Formerly married to Veronica Handcroft. The two of them have a son, Joel. Pistol was Joel's babysitter
Heard you talked to my ex already. What'd she say? Let me see that piece of paper you got there.
Ha. That's good. Purity of the mind of a ten year old. Did she think Joel had all of those National Geographic magazines in his room for the articles?
Don't get me wrong. She's been a good mother to Joel. Back then we were going through some rough patches and I wasn't around much. Slept on the couch when I did come home. I felt rotten about Pistol taking the fall for my magazines. I put that 'property of' crap on them as a joke. Just in case anyone found them under the cushions. Honestly, I didn't think they'd ever be found. Ronnie was many things but a housekeeper she was not. Sometimes it was three days before she'd pick up my old underwear and socks off the bathroom floor. And don't even get me going about emptying my ashtray.
One thing I can say about Pistol is that he always showed up on time. And Joel liked him. I think Pistol was sixteen or seventeen then and a typical teenager. He talked to Joel about Dr. Who and Star Wars and was the only one who could beat Joel at Pong.
I knew Pistol needed the money from babysitting to help out at home. I should have said something at the time Ronnie fired him but I was already in the doghouse. Couldn't chance it. I explained about the magazines later. Asked Pistol not to say anything. I think I even sent two payments to the mortgage company for the McDoozie's. I told his parents we owed him for past weekend babysitting. Pistol was true to his word and kept quiet about it.
Ha ha. I remember now. Ronnie had that couch steam-cleaned and she made Joel go to church for confession the next day. And she thought Pistol had been stealing from us because there was a big drop in our bank account shortly after Pistol was fired.
She changed back to her maiden name after the divorce. Handcroft. What a name. Sounds like a discount bin in the knitting department at Woolworth's.
At least I'm always Wright.


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Women Coffee Producers Program
In an attempt to recognize and promote the work that women do in growing and producing coffees around the world, we have developed and hope to expand a program that empowers women along the global coffee supply chain by creating equity, empowerment, and access to a wider market. We have been working with women producer groups over the past five years and have now formalized these efforts into a program, eager to expand into other origins.
While the role of women is culturally distinct from region to region within the coffee-producing world, we have created a set of base guidelines for the organizations and communities whose coffees are highlighted in this program, which helps us to work collaboratively with the growers to establish premiums and parameters for their participation.
At its base, a Women Coffee Producers coffee lot is:
· sourced through a democratically organized collective or group which comprises at least a significant voting percentage of active female coffee growers (more than 25% participation), or from groups entirely comprising female members and/or participants.
· purchased at a premium price above the average market value for the coffee, with the application of that premium decided upon by a majority of the group. The use of this premium will vary based on the needs of the women; in the past, these premiums have been used to build organic vegetable gardens (CESMACH, Mexico), dry-mill facilities (CODECH, Guatemala), and education and training programs related to sustainability practices (Gayo Megah Berseri, Sumatra). In some cases, the premium may simply be distributed among the group members in order to create equity and to raise their standard of living.
· given ample market representation as a lot that seeks to create equity, equality, and recognition for the normally marginalized female members of the supply chain.
· traceable to the organizational level, if not to the individual producer level, with particular attention given to the membership structure of the organization.
· a potential for a long-term relationship in which increased market accessibility creates the opportunity and incentive to improve coffee quality, thereby earning increased cup-based premium in future harvests.
To see all of the women producer groups we currently work with, visit our Community Page here.
A.M.A.C.A (Association de Mujeres Productoras Agropecuarias del Cauca) is the latest partnership in our Women Coffee Producer program. Located in the Colombian municipality of El Tambo, Cauca, this collective is made up of 140 female producers. After cupping a sample of their coffee this past July, we decided to drive to the township of San Joaquin and meet them - they're inspiring. The average size of land is just a single hectare per member, most of whom are the heads of their households. The members of AMACA are passionate, strong-willed, and have a deep sense of family values that seems almost magnified within the group as a whole. The premium included in the support of this coffee will most likely go towards the construction of a building where the members can store and cup their future harvests.
Colombia: A.M.A.C.A. - Women Coffee Producer Program from Cafe Imports on Vimeo.
Cauca Best Cup - 3rd Edition
Cauca Best Cup - 3rd Edition
Popayan, Cauca
Last September we hosted our third-annual live auction of contest winning coffees from a week long event full of cuppings and farm visits in the town of Popayan from the State of Cauca, Southern Colombia. "Best Cup" as we call it, and the winner received $22.00 per pound from Café Libre, in Seoul, South Korea.
Señor Rodrigo Batata from Caldono, Cauca and his one hectare of coffee trees.
Together with our Colombian coffee sourcing partner Banexport and 30 cuppers from around the world, we spent four days cupping coffees in the morning and afternoons visiting producers from this region in preparation for the event. Coffees from this region have rich tropical fruit, sparkling lime acidity, big rich juicy berry sweetness and big full body. They can be a little bit wild and intense and this is the exact quality that makes them unique. Like a nice Chilean Malbec, they can be a little racy, which is one of the reasons we wanted to have this event; to highlight the coffees from this territory.
Banexport collected over 700 submissions over the harvest period of May-July and cupped through them time after time, reducing the submissions down to 60 lots of coffee, 30 micro-lots and some 100 bag lots of "Regional Select" (small lots of coffee that were blended together from a specific micro-region or municipality). In addition, a table of experimental lots and unique varieties like Naturally processed Geishas and Pink Bourbons -- all to be cupped through and auctioned off to our panel of coffee professionals.
To me, these small auctions pay homage to the Cup of Excellence and all the work that program has done over the years to find the best coffee producers in the world, introducing them to the community and paying them well for their commitment to quality and excellence. "Cauca Best Cup" is essentially a small version of COE done on a regional level in order to highlight the micro climates and terroir inherent in the mountainous terrain of Southern Colombia. We do this on a shoestring budget but, in the same way, it discovers and brings forward the best producers in the land, celebrates their greatness in their community, pays them for their quality and introduces them to small roasters from around the world. It is unfortunate in our industry how coffee farmers deliver their product to town and have no idea where it goes or what it becomes. So, one of the greatest joys is seeing the crowd of farmers hanging around the cupping tables all week watching the madness of 30 cuppers from around the world cupping through table after table.
On the final day, we re-cupped the top 15 scoring coffees for confirmation and final scoring. Then we piled in to the bus and headed to the small town of Timbio, where an agricultural coffee fair was being held that day. A day of presentations, vendors, food and celebrations -- kind of like a county fair but throw in the fact that a bus load of gringos were in town to buy some coffee and things got wild.
Roasters from Momos Coffee in Busan to CoffeeMania in Moscow, bidding against Repetition coffee from Kansas and Philly's Elixir. Patriot Coffee from Florida versus Singapore's Nylon coffee and St. Louis' own Sump coffee versus Mpls' Dunn Bros. Quills from Kentucky and LA's Rose Park. These folks were civil during the week but savage on the bidding floor, taking some lots quickly to $10, 11, 12 and $13. Dollars. All the while surrounded by hundreds of screaming Colombian producers encouraging them to pay more with yours truly on the auction podium, gavel in-hand, trying to keep up with the raging prices and the screaming crowd.
When the bidding for each coffee is done, the winning farmer comes up to the stage and is joined by the roaster who just bought their coffee. They hug and take selfies, get certificates but most importantly, they meet. They become business partners and hopefully they begin a relationship that can last for years. We have witnessed first hand the passion that roasters have for a coffee once they meet the person who is responsible for growing it and the pride that famers show when they know the person that is taking their product across the globe to roast, brew and serve it to a community on the other side of the planet. Really pretty cool and one of the success stories that helps me get through Mondays.
We will be back in Huila the end of Jan for Huila Best cup if you know anyone interested in some great coffee and some madness. -- Andrew Miller, Founder & President of Café Imports
Happily Announcing our Non-GMO Project Verification
Café Imports is proud to say that our coffees are now certified under the GMO verify project to be a non-GMO food.
Like the Non GMO Project, we believe "That the integrity of our diverse genetic inheritance is essential to human and environmental health and ecological harmony."
We also oppose the fact that the easy and clear labeling of food products that include GMO's has been majorly and unfairly fought by the GMO-Food industry. For these reasons, we took the step to become certified through the Non GMO Verify project. Our commitment to our customers is to never work with GMO coffee in an effort to help maintain the integrity and consumer clarity of a product we all care for so much.
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Mysterious Happenings
Alieahsha woke up fresh in the morning, and the first thought she had was; there were only two days left to go before she arrived at the house of terror and met the woman who inhabited it.
Inbus was still sleeping soundly beside her, so she left him and tiptoed out of the room. Nifty was nowhere to be seen. She went down the many flights of steps that led to the lobby of the inn.
She could see an assistant nodding off at the counter, but apart from that, everything was deserted. There were no breakfasters eating breakfast in the restaurant part of the inn, nor even any drinkers drinking in the tavern part of it. The innkeeper was nowhere to be seen.
Alieahsha crept back up the stairs, then stopped in front of one of the doors. Maybe there would be someone in there who could tell her where everyone was? She opened the door, and instantly recoiled at the stench of magic emanating from it. It positively reeked!
When she had gotten her bearings, Alieahsha peered back inside, taking it all in. There were two tables, each parallel to each other, on different sides of the room. There were two bowls on each table, and each bowl was a different colour. Alieahsha looked closely at the one closest to her, and found that there was a liquid inside it. It was a shimmery yellow, liquid one moment and lumpy the next. There were chairs at each table, and in the one furthest from her there sat an old man with a balding head with his back to her. He was absent-mindedly fiddling with what was in the bowl, muttering something or other.
Alieahsha realized with a start that this type of place was outlawed in Uirda.
Not only was it for magicians only, but it was also a place where vile experiments took place. She was lucky she had only stumbled into one which was experimenting with liquids.
Alieahsha stumbled away from the room, closing the door softly. She quickly ran to the next, intending to tell the people in room 10 what was going on in room 9.
But as soon as Alieahsha opened the door and the stench of magic hit her, she knew that the people in room 10 were no better.
Room 11, then, she thought determinedly. Alieahsha tentatively opened the door of the room, expecting to be blasted with the reek of magic, but to her relief, there was none. It was the innkeeper's room, she could see, for there were many spare keys hung up on chains by the door. There were labels for each one, and she wasn't surprised to see there was a key for Room 12, too. Interestingly, there was a key for Room 13, but Alieahsha had no time to wonder what it was about.
She rushed in, already planning what to say in her head about the people in rooms 9 and 10, but, to her horror, she stumbled upon something much worse.
There were four people, this time, sitting at a long table. In a corner stood the innkeeper himself, supervising the whole show. The magicians at the table were tipping vials of who-knows-what into bubbly, frothy mixtures of what seemed like potions and drinking them. Once every few seconds one of the potions would blow up, and make Alieahsha's hair stand on end. The whiff of magic that she got from the door was already worse than that of the other rooms'. In one corner sat Nifty, apparently strapped to a chair. Alieahsha watched, wondering what they were doing with Nifty.
In a few seconds, Alieahsha's query was answered. One of the magicians got up out of his chair and started walking towards Nifty, a vial in his hand. It was green and sloppy, and looked gooey, too. The magician tipped up Nifty's head and poured the potion in. Nifty didn't resist, just drank. Alieahsha feared that he would start changing.
Sure enough, Nifty started changing. One moment he was green, the next, yellow. One of the magicians at the table turned around, and, seeing Nifty, laughed cruelly. "Ah, I see that one didn't go well."
The magician who had tipped the potion into Nifty's mouth laughed too. "He's more turning into a colour-ball than invisible."
"Just throw that one out: he's bad. And that, me friends, is what we call a failed experiment!"
"Or a lab-rat."
Two harsh barks of laughter came from the other side of the room. From a hidden door came a burly man, bigger than Big Rob. He grabbed Nifty by the arm and dragged him into the door, chair and all. Out came another man, replacing Nifty. He was strapped to a chair exactly like him, and was placed in the exact same spot. After about two minutes, another magician stood up, vial in hand. This time there was a purple, frothy liquid in it.
"Lets see how this one goes, eh, fellas?" the magician holding the vial chuckled. The man in the chair whimpered.
Before she could hear anymore, Alieahsha backed away, heart in mouth. She ran out of the room, heart beating madly. She felt like retching, but kept it in for the sake of Inbus.
She burst into the room, half expecting Inbus to be snatched away by the horrible inhabitants of the inn. Luckily, he was still there, snoring away on his mat by the bed. He sat up upon Alieahsha's arrival, blinking sleepily. He stretched lazily.
"'ello, there. Bit early ta be up."
Alieahsha sighed in relief. He was alive. They were both very lucky that they hadn't been snatched away in their sleep. "We have to go," Alieahsha gasped, panting madly.
"Why?" Inbus asked unhappily. "We've paid for a day an' a half's stay! An' we've got a room!"
"We just have to. Don't argue with me, Inbus. Know your place."
"Yes, Lady." He was humbled by this.
"Quick! Don't worry about your things, if you even have anything at all."
"Why the rush, m'lady? We've paid for our stay, don't worry. The innkeeper's not out ta get us." Inbus chuckled at the thought. "Wouldn't it be funny: the innkeeper running towards us, arms outstretched..."
"No, it would not be funny," Alieahsha said, knowing full well what Inbus was joking about could come true any second now.
"Fine, fine, don't joke. Spend yer days an' unhappy fella unlike me. Hey, where's Nifty?"
Alieahsha turned away at the thought. "Somewhere. He's somewhere. Now lets go. He'll find us, I'm sure."
"If you say so," Inbus shrugged, and got up. Alieahsha was already halfway out the door before he had even started moving.
"Hurry!" Alieahsha whispered. "Do not make a sound while you're at it."
Inbus shrugged noncommittally. "Coming."
They raced through to the bottom floor. Finding that the counter-man was still asleep, they raced past him, too. They found their cart, and Alieahsha made a confused Inbus drive the cart.
"Away, as far as you can."
"Why?" Inbus asked, saddling up the horses.
"Quickly! The horses wouldn't mind if they weren't saddled up properly!"
"Fine. You do it, then." Inbus stopped saddling up the horses and stood there, arms crossed.
"Oh, you," huffed Alieahsha. She proceeded to make a mess of saddling the horses, which made Inbus laugh. "We don't have time for this, Inbus," Alieahsha reminded him.
Inbus quickly saddled up the horses (properly, this time) and they were on their way.
Alieahsha let the calm rocking motion of the horses slow down the flurry of her thoughts. She had just figured out one thing: when she had first shook hands with the innkeeper, she had felt a spark. Now she knew that the spark meant magic, and no wonder she had felt it! That man had been using the magic for vile deeds.
"So," Inbus said from the front of the cart. "You ready to tell me why we left Nifty behind now?"
The first thing Alieahsha noticed was that Inbus had dropped his accent. The second thing she noticed was that the tone of his voice was different, and the words he was saying were more serious. The final thing Alieahsha noticed was that Inbus was no longer joking. He seemed more mature.
"Are you going to tell me why you went through the miraculous transformation?" Alieahsha retorted. "You are using a different tone of voice. And you aren't joking."
"Must I joke?"
"See? Your words are different. You speak like one of a high caste. You've lost your accent."
"Must I have an accent?"
"For the whole time I've known you, Inbus, you've had an accent. Why have you suddenly changed?"
He sighed. They trundled on for fifteen more minutes before Inbus replied. "I have no idea. One minute, I'm me. The next, I'm this regal type aristocrat. It's happened twice. And this is the second. The first happened when I was nothing but a small bairn. Well, maybe not that young. Maybe seven or eight. I was sitting in Tildon's office, minding her belongings and polishing her shoes, when suddenly a change came over me. I had been angry at her for locking me in there, for I knew I wasn't actually minding her things, and so I shook and I raged until a fire rose up inside me. Then suddenly my thoughts were more advanced. I felt like I was higher than I really was. I felt like ... I was the king. It was quite disconcerting, actually."
"And you changed?" Alieahsha asked.
"I did," Inbus agreed. He turned around momentarily, his bright eyes searching her face. "What do you think of me now?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
"Absolutely nothing." Alieahsha grinned. "What were you expecting?"
"Awe at my extreme powers?" Inbus turned back around.
"You have powers? Inbus. What did I tell you about magic? It's no good." Alieahsha stared sternly at him, though she knew he could not see her.
"I really have no idea what it is, Alieahsha."
"You know my name."
"Yep! It ain't that hard to know, yer know. You are kind of the heir to Uirda. Just saying."
"Your accent is back," Alieahsha observed.
"Mmmmm. Must say it is. So, question time." Alieahsha knew that he was grinning. "Why are we leavin' poor Nifty?"
"I'm afraid ..." Alieahsha's mind flashed back to what she had seen. She sighed. "Something very, very bad happened."
"You got trapped by Big Rob fer some spon-tay-noose reason?"
"If he trapped me, it wouldn't have been very spontaneous. Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, that Nifty ... I'm not sure he's alive."
"Alive? Of course he's alive! What could have happened to him?" Inbus gave a short laugh. "I'm pretty sure he's alive, alright."
"But then again, when you say you're 'pretty sure', you don't really know what are the happenings in the B&B. The thing is..." Alieahsha took a deep breath and plunged into her account of what she had seen.
At the end of it, Inbus took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out. After twenty seconds of taking deep breaths, he said: "Are ye sure that's what happen'd?"
"Yes. My eyes do not deceive me, even at the best of times." Alieahsha was sure that was what had happened.
"So if what you say is true, and there are illegal experiment stations in a dowdy inn, then we must tell someone. I'm not suggesting that what you say isn't true, I'm going to trust you that it is, but still, I have to be careful. You are also suggesting that my good friend, Nifty, is..." Inbus put is head in his hands, and a tear trickled through it. This was the first time that he had let his emotions run wild.
"Your accent, it's gone again," Alieahsha said awkwardly.
"It is. Do I care? No, I do not. As long as I'm still alive, unlike..." Inbus shook his head and wiped his face. "It will not do if I keep dwelling on these things. You are right, my accent is gone. It had only happened once before, long ago, then once just then, and now it's happening again? It can't be right. There is something really odd about this."
"Is it that odd, or is it just a coincidence?"
"Coincidences like this ..." Inbus shook his head grudgingly. "It might be, but I'm not entirely sure it is."
Alieahsha didn't know what to say, or do. She just sat there, bouncing along in the cart that she was now so used to. The day went on, and nothing eventful happened, except for them passing a cow, which Alieahsha thought was strange and odd. Soon, the day finished, though they didn't stop the cart and rest. They just kept going on and on, onwards in the seemingly endless journey to Tildon's house.


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Enjoy it... Great shooters, from all reports.
This is a discussion on New XD45 within the Defensive Carry Guns forums, part of the Defensive Carry Discussions category; Finally picked up my XD45. Just need to field strip it, clean it and take her out for a spin. I think I'll do fine ...
Finally picked up my XD45.
Just need to field strip it, clean it and take her out for a spin.
I think I'll do fine with it after a bunch of practice, as it's almost the exact size of my full sized H&K USP.
Enjoy it... Great shooters, from all reports.
Liberty is an inherently offensive lifestyle. Living in a free society guarantees that each one of us will see our most cherished principles and beliefs questioned and in some cases mocked. It's worth it.
I hope yours is as good to you as it has been to me. Wonderful firearm. Let us know how you feel about it after you shoot.
Fear No Evil.
Cool, I liked shooting my girlfriends XD40, the 45 looks just as good.
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Appealing this ticket will be a long and wretched process. Like so many people in similar circumstances, my sister is wondering whether it's worth just paying up. Protesting against one of these bastards as often as not results in a glacial moraine of unsigned letters making successively heavier and more threatening demands until, will to live ebbing out through the soles of the feet, you give in and pay up.
I'm not privy to exactly how Wandsworth's parking control authority is run, so I don't know if either the placer of the ticket, or the erector of the sign, or both, were go-ahead private subcontractors. But a private sector-style targets culture is in evidence in local authorities across London. And though free-market fundamentalists may think business-style practices serve the public, the evidence suggests the opposite. Inefficiency, error, obduracy, lag and inertia are the local authority's friend.
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rack may be fine...there seems to be a few bits where play could occur.
i hope you can get this sorted as i know how niggly things like this get :(
I've got a similar issue; although on mine, it only seems noticeable at higher speeds - two garages have looked at it and agree there is some play in the steering, but can't seem to find anything wrong - I know this doesn't help you, but I'd be interested to hear about anything you find.
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Commercial: modest progress = ★; editorial: no progress = 0
We are currently going through a process to drive editorial appraisal completion rates. This includes clearly mapping who has appraisal responsibility for whom with the managing editors and then ensuring, in a cascaded way, that all these managers have timely appraisal training as a spur to conducting the process. We've developed a tailored training programme focused on editorial managers to support this.
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We are picking up all new starters who have been with the business for under 18 months. Consequently, as we do not mandate attendance, there would have been many who felt it unnecessary. All new starters should have a local induction, however, in their immediate teams.
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at our hospital, we have identical looking dispensers, but one is for alcohol gel, and one for moisturizing lotion. why they felt the need to put up lotion dispensers, i will never understand...AMiBhttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943510.post-70589913021445420452007-05-25T08:15:00.000-05:002007-05-25T08:15:00.000-05:00No doubt those keyboards are worse than our neckti...No doubt those keyboards are worse than our neckties! And besides that, the alcohol gel only kills some of the bacteria.

Hey, maybe that soap left on my hands was a clandestine operation coordinated by the infectiousDrWeshttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943510.post-75879646983707917632007-05-24T21:12:00.000-05:002007-05-24T21:12:00.000-05:00I did the exact same thing the other day :)Here's ...I did the exact same thing the other day :)

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Traveled As: Couple
Room Type: Inside
NCL did not deliver quality for the price. We were led to believe we would have a full day in Venice we didn't get it we didn't stop in Mykonos Greece at all The food service and entertainment on board was marginal we will choose a different cruise line next line
Category Ratings
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|Ship Quality
|Food and Dining
|Cabin / Stateroom
|Service and Staff
|Marginal on two days I considered canceling my tip
|Okay but few if any choices for non drinking non gambling guests
|Onboard Activities
|I expect a daily destination lecture by college level professor and I didn't get it
|Destinations and Excursions
Port Ratings
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|Venice, Italy
|Liar liar pants on fire this was a day at sea we didn't see Venice
|Piraeus (Athens), Greece
|Kusadasi (Ephesus), Turkey
|Istanbul, Turkey
|Mykonos, Greece
|You didn't stop there either
|Naples, Italy
|Civitavecchia (Rome), Italy
|Livorno (Florence & Pisa), Italy
|Toulon, France
|Barcelona, Spain
First-time guests will find this I ship satisfactory


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