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Höllenjob (Windows)
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DescriptionGuarding purgatory really is a hell of a job. It takes long-time professionals like Diana and Daniel to sort out all the lost souls and bring them divine redemption (or send them straight to hell for that matter).
Diana is a devil and has to send as many lost souls to hell as possible. She is very good at her job, but has failed to stop smoking. Daniel is an angel and thus want to send as many lost souls to heaven as possible. The objective and gameplay for both characters is the same, only the direction differs. The more souls reach their final destination the more points are awarded. Of course, there are also opponents: the irritated souls that can shove the character which can result in the loss of a screen life.
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Alternate Titles
- "Адская Работка" -- Russian spelling
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|Plné Hry
|Sep 22, 2004
|70 out of 100
|PC Games (Germany)
|Nov 04, 2003
|33 out of 100
|GameStar (Germany)
|Nov, 2003
|22 out of 100
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Part One
Escape from Etalpalli
"The Flame at Night will return!" the man shouted. His body tensed, and his crimson wings flared, turning gold in the torchlight, as if he dared any of the assembly to contradict him.
The tower in which they were gathered was dark and lit with fires burning in alcoves of the wall. Beams of wood, like perches, branched out from the inside of the tower, and platforms sat on some of these. Standing or sitting on these beams and platforms were tall people clad in resplendent colors, strange and fey. But most remarkable of their appearance were the magnificent feathered wings sprouting from their shoulders, arching over their lithe, sinewy bodies.
Opposing the joyful colors of their wings and attire, the people wore expressions as sorrowful as death, for they did not want to believe the scarlet-winged man who stood at the center of a beam that spanned the width of the tower. The firelight flickered on his fierce face, and no one could tear their eyes away from him, so thus no one noticed the woman standing on the same beam, closer to the wall.
At last another man, higher in the tower, answered. His voice was weary. "Queen Ytotia died long ago…"
"Yes!" said the first, raising a clenched fist. "Yes, she died. Every bit of her and all of her!" He spread out his arms beseechingly. "That is why we must fear, O people of Etalpalli. Ytotia is dead. Hri Sora, the Flame at Night, is not."
"What nonsense you speak!" another cried from below. "Hri Sora fell to her third and final death ten years past." Others murmured their agreement.
"Nonsense?" The new voice was sharp as glass shards. All looked to she who spoke—the woman on the same beam as the first speaker. She stepped to the side of the speaker and took his hand. She spoke softer, but her voice rang through the tower none the less. "Was it nonsense when my husband foresaw the coming of the Cren Cru? Was it nonsense when we foresaw the transformation of Ytotia? Was it?"
There was silence.
The woman lifted her chin, but her voice trembled. "No, it was not nonsense. And neither is this." Her head bowed.
An elder Etalpallian said at last, "What then, Seers, shall we do?"
The man spoke again. "We must prepare for battle. Better still, we should flee."
Shouts of protest echoed through the tower. "Leave Etalpalli?" "Our beloved city?" "How dare you?" "I will never leave my home!" In a matter of moments, nothing could be heard but a blur of angry voices.
The man and his wife stood still, hand in hand, and waited.
When the voices finally died down, the elder Etapallian stood. "Seers, we respect your gifts, and we will consider preparing for battle. But we will not desert Etalpalli. Did not Hri Sora herself swear that the City of Wings will live forever?"
The crimson-winged man's face hardened. "So be it," he said. Without another word, he and his wife spread their wings and flew from the tower.
The outside night was cold, but the two did not seem to notice as they shot past more towers. The woman, rose wings shimmering, came alongside her husband. "What shall we do?" she asked.
"If it is the people's will to stay, so must we," he replied, his eyes cold. "Our chance for survival increases in number. But our children…our children cannot fight. We must send them into the Wood Between."
The boy lay on the length of the cushioned beam. His head rested on his folded arms, and his green wings draped over his body. He slept soundly, as did the girl on the beam below him. Her blue wings stirred in her sleep.
Neither of them awoke when shadows cast across the doorway nor when dark forms bent over them.
"Dalanantu," a voice whispered to the boy, and a hand gently shook his shoulder.
The boy's eyes fluttered open, and he struggled to look through his brown hair falling in front of his face. He focused on the figure bent over him, a figure whose wings were red. "Father?" he whispered. He yawned. "What is it?"
His father stepped off the beam; he sleepily rolled off. He swayed on his feet, thrown off balance by his wings.
Mother was having more difficulty waking his little sister, Calizanti, or Caliz, as he preferred to call her.
Dalanantu sent his mind to listen to the rustling vines that spilled into the room of the tower, surrounding the waterfall that skimmed down the far wall. Do you know what's going on? he asked.
The leaves crackled and whispered back, Such going ons. We hear messages from our brethren in one of the great towers. An argument stirs amongst your people.
Dalan rubbed his arms uneasily. His fingers brushed over the vines painted on his arms, signifying his gift—the ability to speak to plants.
"What's going on?"
Dalan's own question echoed in the voice of his sister. She was awake now, raking her fingers through her black hair. She wore blue to match her azure wings, just as Dalan wore green to match his. But painted on her arms were swirls and waves, for she spoke with water.
Caliz's bleary smile faded as she saw her parent's solemn faces, and she took a step closer to Dalan.
Sighing, Mother took Caliz's hands. "Darlings, we have never kept from you the fact that your father and I have the ability to dream of the future. It is a special gift given by the Lumil Eliasul, just as he gave Dalan the gift to talk with plants and Caliz to speak with water. But our gift can be troubling, and now we have seen that…" her voice faltered.
"The Flame at Night is coming home," Father said.
Dalan felt the vines shudder in fear, and he himself shivered. "I thought she died when Caliz was a fledgling," he said.
"So did we all," Mother whispered. "But we were wrong. She is coming back to destroy everything." She pulled Caliz to her. "We must send you away."
"Away?" Dalan repeated sharply. "Where?"
"Into the Wood Between," said Father.
"We've never been in the Between," Caliz protested. Mother shushed her softly.
"Caliz can go," Dalan flared. "I want to stay and fight."
"No," Father said. "You must take care of your sister."
Desperate, Caliz tried a new argument, one that she wavered on even as she said it. "We're too young to be…a…alone."
Father put one arm on Dalan's shoulder and his other around Caliz. "Dalanantu," he said. "You are fifteen. Calizanti, you are twelve. You are no longer children." His voice caught. "You can no longer be children." He kissed them each. Mother came forward, and they all held each other close. Dalan breathed in the scent of his father and the sweet aura of his mother. Suddenly, he was terrified, and he held them tight, unwilling to let go.
"Now we must hurry," Father whispered. "You must pass through Cozamaloti Gate."
Cozamaloti, the gateway to Etalpalli, suspended above a colossal waterfall. Getting through it from the outside was more difficult than going through it from the inside. From the inside all you had to do was walk forward at a certain place and you would appear on a bridge leading across to the shore.
Dalan and Caliz's parents had accompanied them as far as the gate, and there the siblings had to go on alone.
His cheek still warm from his parent's parting kisses, Dalan held tight to Caliz's hand as they passed from the Far World into the Between. They stood on a rope bridge above a trickle of a stream draining over rocks. Dalan stared at in disbelief. He'd never seen them before, but the falls were supposed to be a magnificent cascade of water. Not this meager…thing.
"What happened to the river?" he demanded.
Caliz hunkered against him, her blue eyes wide. "It's afraid," she whispered. "It's afraid of something coming, and it doesn't want to be noticed."
So Caliz could still communicate with waters outside of Etalpalli. That was good news at least. Could he communicate with the trees? He probed his mind forward and felt the pressure of the Wood before him. Yes, he would be able. But the vines back in Etalpalli were still present in the back of his consciousness. Where did you go? they asked.
He tried to send back a reply, but it was no use. It was only because there were so many of them that their voices could reach him. They couldn't hear one of him.
Then, breaking forth from far away, came the baying howl of a dog.
Caliz froze next to him, her wings taunt, ready to fly. "What was that?" she asked.
The baying began again; this time there were two howls.
Grabbing his sister's arm, Dalan pulled her towards the Wood. But Caliz pulled back. "Dalan!" she cried. "It's too thick. We won't be able to fly in there! We'll get lost!"
He tugged her forward. "Father told us to stay in the Wood until they come for us. Come on!"
She hesitated.
In that moment, the howls sounded again, far closer than they should have been after such a short time.
She stumbled forward in her fright, and they both entered the Wood Between.
And then came the heat.
Even as they passed into the trees, three figures appeared charging along the river's bank. In the center was a tall woman who seemed to burn with rage, and two monstrous black dogs flanked her. The woman, without breaking her stride, walked over the riverbank's edge into open air, shouting, "ETALPALLI!"
She vanished instantly. The Flame at Night, Hri Sora, Queen of Etalpalli, had returned home.
The two Black Dogs sat down on the river's edge, whining in bewilderment.
Both Dalan and Caliz were fixated in horror. Then Dalan summoned his strength, and grabbing his sister, plunged deep into the Wood. The foliage was thick, and the trees were close together, blocking out any sight of sky. He could feel its mocking attitude, and he seethed when it silently laughed as their wings caught in the branches of a bramble.
How dare you treat us so? he told it angrily. We are but guests. Leave us alone!
Immediately, the Wood recoiled in shock. The next moment, suspicion emanated from every branch and leaf.
How dare you speak to us? it replied. You are but a traveler.
He felt its presence poking into his mind, determined to learn why he had been able to speak with it. Annoyed, he brushed away the jabbing branches of its presence and started to speak back.
A searing shock of pain jolted through his mind. He staggered over, breathless. At first, he thought the Wood had hurt him.
But then he realized that the pain was not his own.
He felt burning, horrible burning, disintegration into ash. It was the vines. The vines back home whom he'd spent his entire life talking to. They were burning.
About that same moment, Caliz suddenly reeled and fell to the side. Her eyes widened, and her hands flew to her throat. "I can't breathe!" she gasped, heaving for air.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "Yes, you can!" he shouted. "It's the water that's getting suffocated. With ash! It's all in your mind. You can breathe."
She stared at him with huge eyes, barely comprehending. Her forehead knitted, folding the painted teardrop on her brow.
Wrapping an arm under both of hers, he held her against him and dragged her forward, ignoring the sweltering pain that scored his own body.
The Wood laughed at them.
Dalan's temper exploded, and his mind lashed out at it. Go away! Leave us alone!
The Wood laughed harder.
Suddenly, Dalan's feet tangled in foliage, and he fell to the ground, pulling Caliz with him. He glanced at his sister and saw that she was still and white. She was in shock. In shock because she was beginning to understand what the ash-filled water meant. His own mind throbbed with the cruel laughter of the Wood. He wanted to tear it out, anything to get away from such a presence.
Then quite suddenly, above the roar of the Wood, a silver song of a bird trilled through the air.
The sinister laughter cut short.
The silver song whistled and cooed, filling the Wood with a softer, kinder emotion.
And then Dalan heard the voice of a tree.
There, there, little sapling. Do not be afraid. My brethren do not yet know you, but with your special gift, perhaps you will make friends with some of them. But I am a maple tree, very old, and my roots spread far. I drink of the River, and it speaks of strange things. Etalpalli is burning. But then here you are, a young Etalpallian sapling with a little sister. You are tired, I can feel it. Come and rest under me, and you shall be safe.
Dalan struggled up, bringing Caliz along, and followed the kindly voice. There was a maple, a hollow curved into the base of its trunk. He collapsed against it, exhausted, and Caliz curled up next to him, her head in his lap. He managed to place an arm protectively over her before falling into a deep and troubled sleep.
The vine crept along the forest floor. It moved with steady grace, its many tendrils curling and its flowers swaying. The wood watched it respectfully and did not try to hinder its passing.
As the vine crawled along its way, it suddenly heard the stream-like trill of a wood thrush. Curious, the vine slid along after the song. In the branches of an ancient maple, the wood thrush sang to the unseen skies. The vine rose up, winding around the trunk, rising over a large root that stood in its path.
Then the vine leaped back like an elastic cord pulled taunt and let go.
Next moment, the green vine widened and then took form. In a matter of seconds, the vine transformed into a woman. Her long-limbed, slender form was green, and her lithe hands were six-fingered. She was clothed in darker green scarves that swathed her body, and green hair tumbled down her back, vine tendrils and blossoms growing from them.
Such was Lady Asilvee, the Wandering Beauty of the Wood.
Her lovely face was full of surprise and sorrow for she beheld a wondrous sight.
Around the bend of the tree, beyond the root she had just climbed, there lay in the hollow of the trunk, two children. She knew instantly what they were, for she was a Faerie Queen, and thus knew all other demesnes, even if she had never seen them. The two children were from Etapalli; their wings made that obvious. But what were they doing out in the Wood? Their dirty faces were streaked with tears, and their bodies were tense, even in their sleep. They had to be cold amongst these trees for their silky clothing was hardly suitable to the present chill. The boy's upper tunic only covered half his chest and left his arms bare. The girl's arms were likewise bare for her dress tied behind her neck. The clothing was designed for flying, not for keeping warm.
The woman tisked and reached forward. But then she paused. "Poor little things," she said in an undulating voice that dipped from high to low. "I mustn't startle them." She sent a swift glare at the tree. You put them in an enchantment of sleep, she reproached.
I didn't know what else to do, the maple retorted. They were exhausted, and if they had continued to plunge through the Wood, they were likely to plunge into Guta's pit! Don't blame me. But I'll lift the enchantment now that you're here. See if you can talk to the boy. He has an unusual gift.
Tilting her head, she let her mind reach out to his. Yes, here was something that was like unto hers, one with whom she could speak. Young one, she said silently. Do not be afraid. I'm trying to wake you without frightening you.
The boy's eyebrows drew together. Suddenly, his eyes flew open, and he struggled up into a straight posture, twisting at the waist to face her.
She drew back, smiling a little. "So much for not scaring you," she said gently. Judging from his hostile expression, he didn't appreciate strangers in his mind.
"Where did you come from?" he demanded, sounding out of breath as if he'd never recovered it during his sleep.
"I am the Lady of my own demesne, but I wander far. I come from Here, There, and Everywhere," she said in her strange voice. "I am Lady Asilvee the Wandering."
Dalan glared at her and felt for the knife at his belt. "I've never heard of you."
"I have," said Caliz. She had woken and was sitting up next to him. "You wander through the Between and the Far, bringing cheer with the sweetness and beauty of your vines and flowers."
Dalan frowned at his sister, even as the lady smiled. "How come I've never heard of her?" he asked.
Caliz smiled. "Mother used to tell me stories about her when I was little, and you never listened."
"If it was about a plant person, I think I would have been interested," he insisted.
"It was a lady plant person," Caliz reminded. Suddenly, her smile faded away, and her eyes widened as she stared about the forest as if seeing it for the first time. "A story…Mother…used to tell me." Her voice broke, and her hands flew to her mouth. "Used to tell me!" She began to sob.
Asilvee slipped into the cove beside them and held out her arm. Dalan scooted away, but Caliz practically crawled over the top of him to reach Asilvee's embrace. The faerie lady hummed gently and rocked her, saying things like, "Poor little thing."
While she comforted Caliz, Dalan decided to take the opportunity to explore the Lady's mind, for she was a plant now just as much as in vine form. He did so hastily, skipping over actual thoughts and picking up only emotion. If there was any malice in her, he would find out. But he could only sense compassion and kindness. Then he read one thought.
It is well that the Lumil Eliasul brought me to them.
Her voice spoke again, as clear as if she were speaking in his ear. You know, I can feel you in there, young man.
Startled, Dalan jumped and stared at her. She smiled at him, and he blushed. Hesitantly, he silently spoke with her. You said the Lumil Eliasul brought you to us.
I did. And I am beginning to understand why. Why did two Etalpallians run away from free skies into tangled forests?
Dalan winced. I fear we no longer have a home. He realized then that the burning sensation had faded long ago, leaving only a shell of emptiness.
Asilvee's eyes widened, and she hummed louder as if she were afraid Caliz would overhear their thoughts.
Tears began to prick at Dalan's eyes, and he fought them back. I don't know what to do.
She nodded. She rose, tall and thin, Caliz still in her arms.
But Dalan drew back, still cautious.
Sympathetically, she said aloud, "When you entered my mind, young one, what did you read?"
"You follow the Lumil Eliasul."
"Do you trust the Lumil Eliasul?"
"My parents did. I did. But after this…" He looked away. "I don't understand," he said shakily.
"It is hard, yes. But if you will place faith in him, then I ask you to follow me. You do not have to stay in my demesne for long, only for as long as you wish.
Dalan took another deep breath and nodded. She nodded back, and turned to walk. He had to trot to keep up with her long strides, and he kept his gaze anxiously on Caliz, who still had her face buried into the Lady's shoulder. He sighed. Would she ever recover from this? Would he? He understood what the emptiness in his heart meant, and he had never felt so alone. What was he to do?
They passed along the chosen Path through unmeasurable reaches of the Between, worlds rushing past them. But at long last, they stepped into the Far—the corner that was Asilvee's alone.
A landscape of canyons and cliffs covered in lush green moss, ferns, and vines with waterfalls, large and small, spilling and plunging through crevices and down depths, spread out before them. Above the lush realm spread a sky alight with the rainbows and sparkles of mist and light.
At its Queen's return, the land chorused a welcome, plant, water, and bird, while many vines curled forward to meet her.
Dalan gazed awestruck at the beauty before him. The skies, the waterfalls, the lush green…it reminded him so much of home. Sudden tears pricked his eyes. Anything could have happened to them in the Wood. What were the chances of Asilvee finding them and offering her home; her out of all the Fae? It seemed the Lumil Eliasul did care for them still.
Caliz lifted her face and stared out upon the realm, her tears slowly drying. She clung a little tighter to Asilvee, but the pain of her near past was already beginning to fade in the bright light shining overhead.
Breathing in deep, Dalan's resolve hardened. The race of Etalpalli was not ended. The legacy and beauty of the Sky People would live on in him and his sister, and here they could learn to live up to that role. Where would their Path lead after that?
He did not know. He only knew that he would follow the Lumil Eliasul.
Part Two
Prisoners of Arpiar
Danger, the Wood whispered.
The youth paused, tilting his head as he considered the hushed warnings that shuddered through the leaves. Danger from you? he asked, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise.
The Wood chuckled. It was a treacherous sort, one to never turn your back on. Yet the boy understood its wily ways, even if he didn't agree with them, and he could respond with a humor that it would appreciate. Most of the forest would always be hostile to him, but there were groves of it that were beginning to accept him.
A message of danger, came the response. It is coming this way. There was malicious glee in its tone, and the boy recognized that he should take it seriously. What form this message would take, he did not know, so he must be prepared. With fluid grace, he drew an arrow from the quiver on his thigh and fit it to the bow he held in hand.
Tendrils of pale sunshine slipped through the tangled boughs of the Wood and haloed the boy in gold. He had a fair face of about sixteen years, and all his appearance—from the green scarves he wore, to the painted vines about his arms—bespoke of his bond with trees and shrub. But most startling of all, strong wings of emerald feathers sprouted from his back, curving gracefully behind him.
At last, the message came through the trees. It came upon the ground, curling over roots and rough. Asilvee Vines.
For a moment, the boy hoped it was Lady Asilvee herself, the Wandering Beauty of the Wood. But no, it was her vine messengers. He relaxed. These vines were his friends ever since their queen had sheltered the boy.
What is it? he asked.
Their emotion of sorrow hit him. There's great trouble, Dalanantu. Your sister, Calizanti, is in dire peril.
Dalanantu frowned as he hurried after the leading vines. Caliz in peril? He never should have agreed to allow her to wander alone. But she was a far cry from the timid child she had once been. The loss of their homeland, the great Etalpalli, and the fact that they were the last of their kindred, devastated her. In that dark time, Lady Asilvee had cared for them in her lush demesne—a place reminiscent of the glory of their former home. Over time, with the assurance of the Lumil Eliasul, they had healed. Caliz's spirit had matured, but neither had aged out of Time. Dalan, sensing a tumultuous future, had begun training himself with a bow, and Caliz wielded two knives with deadly accuracy. She was still gentle and sweet, but unable to take care of herself? Hardly.
He hurried along the path, pulse pounding with dread. The vines halted, and so did he. Warily, he let his mind reach out to probe the boundary before him. He recoiled in horror.
His sister had entered Arpiar.
Calizanti swiped her silky sheen of black hair out of her eyes and returned to glowering. What an idiot she was. Everyone—everyone—knew you did not step off your path in the Wood to help a wounded animal. Yet she had, and the wounded animal, the Wood, and everything else had promptly vanished, leaving her on the barren plains of Arpiar.
And just her luck that a Roc was flying overhead. Her blue wings had borne her as fast as they could, but it was not enough. The shadow of those monstrous talons had fallen on her. Her wings still hurt from being crumbled up in that grab. The Roc had borne her to the palace for the Witch-queen would wish to see what had stumbled into her realm.
The queen had taken one look, and Caliz had found herself locked in a cage.
A cage!
She shuddered. To cage a winged creature was utter cruelty. With iron bars, no less! But then, she expected nothing less from goblins.
Vartera, Witch-queen of Arpiar, stood below her suspended cage. Alone of all goblin-kind, Vartera was beautiful, through dark enchantment. She stood tall, her robes of silver falling in alluring curves around her shapely form. Her skin was blushed gold, her hair midnight dark, and her eyes gleamed silver. But her beauty was terrifying as all beauty must be when it hides evil.
The goblin inhaled, her eyes gleaming with greed. "A maiden of Etalpalli. Impossible. All the Sky People were slain long ago, burned into ashes."
Caliz turned her face away. She knew it was so; she'd always known. But hearing it spoken for the first time was harder then she imagined. A tear slipped down her cheek.
"Perhaps you are from a different Time," Vartera mused. "Perhaps if you'd continued through Time you'd be nothing but a pile of ash. Oh, but have no fear, pretty one. I have you now, and I shall keep you safe." She tilted her head as if listening. Then she began to glide down the hall, calling over her shoulder. "Tune up your voice, my songbird. I expect a song on my return. And see if you can perk up that tree of mine."
Once she'd vanished, Caliz began inspecting her cage. It hung on a long chain from the ceiling. The cage was tall and slender. It was also inescapable.
Sighing, she dropped to the floor, wings cramped, and stared out at the tree of which Vartera spoke.
No tree grew in the forsaken land of Arpiar. She must have stolen it from a realm as a sapling. The tree was as imprisoned as Caliz. It grew up from the floor, its roots held down by marble tiles. An iron fence encircled its trunk. It was a beech, forced to stay in a diminutive size instead of growing to the giant it should have been. Such a tree should have been proud and savage. This one was utterly defeated, from its decaying bark to its leafless boughs.
Caliz had never seen a spirit so broken, and she wondered why Vartera bothered to keep it since it was no longer beautiful. She longed to comfort it, but such was the gift of her brother. She spoke with water alone.
So instead, she began to sing. She sang of the great Wood Between, its beauty, magnificence and power. For long she sang, and when at last her voice faded away, the tree's branches rustled, as if softly sighing.
The crossing into Arpiar was so easy, Dalan shuddered. Just like Vartera to keep her borders open so that any might stumble into them.
The Karayn Plains spread out before him, and the grey sky strained taunt overhead. Instead of freeing, the open air seemed to constrict around him.
He flew along the plain, feeling lonely, for he could not remember a time when there was not the spirits of green, growing things tugging at the back of his mind.
But wait!
There was a tree's presence here. So far off and so forlorn…but there. Uncertainly, he hovered. How could a tree be in Arpiar? Was it a trap? But it was the only sense of direction he had. He sped off towards it, and it was only a matter of time until Queen Vartera's palace rose up amongst the crags.
It was dangerous business, sneaking into the palace. Goblin guards stood on duty, and Rocs circled overhead. With dartings and hidings, Dalan entered the palace through a high window. He crouched in the shadow of the flying buttresses, scanning the hall below him. There was the tree, but he had no time to study that wonder, because in that moment, he saw his sister. She was huddled in a cage of iron, her beautiful wings confined by bars.
Hot anger blazed in his veins, but he forced himself to scan the hall for any other life-forms. Nothing.
Quick as an arrow, he darted down to the cage.
Caliz gasped, leaping to her feet. "Dalan!" she cried. "You came! I knew you would."
Scowling, he searched the bars. "How'd you get in here?" he growled.
"It just grew up around me," she said. "There's no lock. But Dalan…I think I know what might break it." She pointed beyond him, and he turned.
There stood the tree, great, but defeated.
Every fiber of Dalan's body suddenly ached as he felt the tree's sorrow and confinement. His throat caught in sympathy, and he fluttered closer. Hail, Lordship, he said, addressing the majesty all beeches have. How came you to this state?
The tree shuddered with shock. It had been barren of any communication amongst its kindred for years upon years. Now here was this boy, speaking as if he was a tree himself. How, it wondered. How?
Dalan stood, concentrating on respect and awe. In time, the tree would answer.
It did. Where did you come from?
From the Wood.
Longing hit him so intensely, Dalan staggered back. "Caliz!" he gasped. "This a tree of the Between!" His mind reeled as he imagined it being torn out of its proper place and trapped in the Far.
When were you taken, Lordship? he asked.
Long ago. Long ago. When I was very young.
Inhaling sharply, Dalan said, I will help you if I can. But do you think you might break through the floor and snap the bars that cage my sister? We shall go for Lady Asilvee, and she shall help us—
The tree's horror nearly knocked him off his feet. No! it wailed. No! A spell is upon me. If I break my bonds, I shall burn! Burn into cinders!
Dalan strained to push aside the tree's rumbling terror from his mind. Never mind then, he said. He bit his lip, unsure of his next move. His hand reached out and stroked the bark of the captive. It trembled in wonder under his caring touch. What could he do for it? For now he needed to rescue Caliz, but how if the beech could not help?
In that moment, the bark contracted underneath his hand, and he heard Caliz scream, "Dalan!"
Vartera appeared behind him.
She simply appeared out of thin air. As Queen of Arpiar, she could skim across its expanse in seconds.
She lunged for him.
With a gasp and a thrust of his powerful wings, Dalan shot backwards. His feet hit one of the supporting pillars, and he boosted off it, shooting up to a corner of the roof.
Vartera laughed, shaking her head. "Another pretty bird!" she cackled. "How many more are you? Send me a few more, and I could start an aviary. I could breed the Sky People back from extinction!"
Dalan froze in fear as he felt threads of spells weave around him. In another moment, he'd be caught.
"Don't you dare treat us like animals!" Caliz shouted, and with deft aim, she threw one of her knives out of the cage. It bounced off the goblin's perfect skin, causing no more harm than a toy, but Vartera looked away in surprise.
It was all the distraction Dalan needed. He shot from his corner, the unfinished spell scraping his skin, and darted up the flying buttresses to hide in their shadows. He needed a plan. Perhaps if he made Vartera angry enough, he could cause a misfired spell to sever Caliz's bars.
Admiration radiated from the beech.
Yes, he agreed. I think it just might work. Before he could start coming up with reasons it wouldn't, Vartera's voice trilled up from below.
"Your sister doesn't like me to treat you like an animal. Very well, I won't. How would you like to become a man before your Time? I could use a guardian as enchanting as you are."
Biting his lip and shooting a quick prayer to the Lumil Eliasul, Dalan dove down. With blurring speed, he swooped past Vartera, grabbing one of her trailing silver scarves, swiping it off her.
She gasped, then smiled as he flew about the room. "That's right, show off, my pet."
His heart hammered as he kept up the speed. Would she only mock him until he was too tired to fly? He needed her angry—fast.
He dove again, dodged a stroke of her claws, and this time, he grabbed her crown.
To even touch one of the Faerie crowns was a capital offense. He flinched as he plucked it off her head, half expecting a bolt of lightning to strike him dead.
She snarled. "Give that back, my lovely," she commanded, her enticing voice becoming threatening.
He clutched it to his chest before throwing it sideways to Caliz. She reached through the bars and caught it.
Vartera stuck.
Dalan cried out in pain as the spell sliced through his wing. He looked over his shoulder to see his severed wing fold in on itself.
Then he fell.
Caliz screamed, dropping the crown, as he hit the floor.
His breath tearing out in agonized bursts, Dalan struggled to his feet as Vartera approached. His ruined wing threw him off balance, and he swayed as she reached for him. Quickly, he drew his dagger and sliced across her extended arm, only succeeding in making her angrier.
The Witch-queen caught him by the throat and jerked him off the ground. Stars exploded in front of his vision as every slice of air was cut off by her horrendously strong grip. He fought fruitlessly at her grasp as her claws dug into his skin. He could barely hear Caliz's screams above the throbbing of his ears and the cry of his lungs.
"You dare assault one of the Queens?" she mocked. "You shall be taught a severe lesson, before you learn to serve me. I rule all."
The tree's roots burst from the floor.
Snarling so that the palace shook, one root went for Vartera, several others for Caliz's cage.
Simultaneously, the tree burst into flames.
Its snarl morphing into a roar, the beech grabbed Vartera with terrible power. Shrieking, she dropped Dalan as she stabbed into the wood.
Caliz's cage splintered as the roots wrenched the bars apart. With a savage cry, she streaked over to her brother.
Dalan lay paralyzed by the sight of the consuming flames and by both his and the tree's pain.
In one tearful glance, Caliz saw he would not be able to fly. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and with a mighty push of her wings, she lifted them both up.
"No," Dalan moaned. "No…his Lordship…I promised…"
Do not mourn, the beech said, barely visible in the raging inferno. You are free, my friend. And so, at last, am I.
Flapping hard, Caliz soared out of the place, leaving the chaos behind. Dalan went limp in her arms, the pain overwhelming him to unconsciousness. He was heavy; she could barely keep her arms around him, and his wings, draped below her, slowed her speed.
A harsh croak of a Roc rumbled overhead.
She gasped in fear. Not now. Not now!
Lumil Eliasul! she pleaded. Would you deliver us from Etalpalli only to be enslaved by Vartera?
Before her a Path materialized. It had always been there, but in her fear she had never seen it. She dashed towards it. A glimmer stretched before her.
The River of the Between snaked across the grey land, its current terribly swift.
More Rocs screamed in pursuit. Vartera must have recovered enough to send them.
The Path led to the River and stopped. Caliz understood at once, but her heart quailed. Surely not! The River, no matter how many times she'd sang to and played with it, was no friend of hers. She would die!
The Rocs swooped.
Throwing all her faith on He Who Names them, the girl dived, darting between the very talons of the Roc, plunging into the water.
The entrance wrenched Dalan from her arms, and she flailed, her limbs dragging every which way. Her wings sucked her down.
Where was her brother? Where was he? There.
She saw him tumbling in the current along the river bed like a broken plant. She struggled after him, but even as she grabbed him, she realized it was hopeless. The River had no mercy. They would drown in its depths.
Trust in me, the Lumil Eliasul called. Trust in me and use the gift I gave you.
Closing out the vision of churning water, Caliz spoke to the River. You know who I am, my friend. I have danced on your shores and cared for your ways. If ever my love meant anything to you, I plead upon He Who Rules the Farthestshore to deliver us.
Water roared in her ears, and she tightened her embrace on her brother in despair.
The current surged under them—lifting them to the surface.
Caliz gasped as her face broke above the water. River! she cried in disbelief. River! My—my friend!'
The gift I gave you, echoed the words of the Lumil Eliasul.
She closed her eyes, thankful tears streaming into the water. Thank you, my Lord.
The River pulled them along till at last they emerged from Arpiar into the Between. Here the River slowed to an unnaturally sluggish pace, and Caliz dragged Dalan onto the bank.
Exhausted, she stared up at the leaves bending over them. Bending a little too close. The branches of the trees swayed above Dalan, brushing his face gently.
She smiled. He would be glad to know they were concerned for him.
He coughed, and she crawled over to him as his eyes fluttered open. "Calizanti?" he murmured.
"I'm here." She stroked his hair out of his eyes. He smiled, then gazed curiously at the leaves rustling above. They pulled back, pretending indifference. Wincing, he sat up, then met his sister's eyes with dread.
Her lip was trembling as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Dalan," she whispered. "Your wing…"
His eyes burning, as he remembered the agony of the tree's sacrifice, he extended his wing—and gasped.
The wing was whole, as if it had never been rent.
"How? What?" he stammered.
Caliz's eyes rounded as wide as moons, but before she could speak, the River gave a burbling laugh. Slowly, her mouth dropped open as she turned to it. "You?" She stopped and considered her words. Who could say what powers the River had? If it could heal, who would have known, for it had never been compassionate? Could it truly have…?
Brother and sister sat silent upon the River's banks, the great Wood surrounding them, bathed in golden light as they considered the beech, the River, and the gifts they had been given.
Slowly, Dalan stood, pulling his sister up beside him.
"Where do we go now?" she asked.
He studied the vast forest surrounding them: the ominous shadows, the dancing lights, with gates unseen, and the pull of mystery and song. "Forward," he replied, and smiled. "Forever forward in the path of the Lumil Eliasul."

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text: DeKALB - Boy Scout Troop 33 experienced the Wild West recently on an adventure tour that included backpacking in the mountains, climbing, desert hiking, mountain biking, whitewater rafting and exploring historic sites. In southern Wyoming, a climbing adventure was planned at a place called Vedauwoo, which means "earthborn spirit." Its unique exfoliated granite formations attract climbers from all over the world. Due to rainy weather, activities moved indoors to a climbing gym in Laramie, Wyo. Though not the Scouts' original plan, it was still a great climbing experience. Scouts backpacked into the wilderness of Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado. Their trek took them to high alpine lakes, through pine-covered mountains, beneath snow-covered peaks and cascading waterfalls and along sheer rock cliffs. Three times they encountered snow on the trail. Tents, food, water and clothes, everything needed to survive, were carried on their backs for miles through the mountains. It was hard work, but a fantastic experience! At Arches National Park in Utah, they hiked through Devil's Garden, home to most arches in the park. As the temperature climbed above 100 degrees, they reached a narrow ribbon of stone 306 feet long called Landscape Arch, one of the world's longest free-standing natural arches. Also within Arches National Park lies a place called Fiery Furnace, one of the most unique hiking areas in North America. With its dense array of stone, red fins standing on end - hoodoos, spires and slabs 200 feet high, it's easy to get lost in its maze of deeply grooved slots and dead-end passageways. Visits to this area are normally restricted to ranger-guided hikes, but Troop 33 secured a special permit to hike the area on their own. Moab, Utah, is often called the mountain biking capitol of the world. One of the Scouts' highlight adventures was mountain biking across Canyonlands National Park. Their biking adventure began at "Island in the Sky," bicycling down the Shafer Trail, White Rim Trail and Lathrop Canyon Trail, through deep canyons, narrow trails next to 1,000-foot sheer drops and up and down steep hills (some so severe they dismounted their bikes and walked). After long miles of burning hot desert, the Scouts eventually biked their way to the banks of the Colorado River, where they boarded a jet boat for a river tour revealing hidden grottos and Indian petroglyphs. Two whitewater rafting adventures included the Colorado River in Utah and the Animas River in southern Colorado. Whitewater stretches were always exciting, but even calm sections of river became fun when bailing buckets were used in great water fights. No one in the raft remained dry. Mesa Verde National Park, world renowned for its amazing cliff dwellings, preserves sites of the Anasazi people dating from the 6th through 13th centuries. The most adventurous and challenging tour is Balcony House, where Scouts climbed a 32-foot ladder high above a deep canyon to enter, squeezed through an 18-inch opening at one point and exited by climbing 60 feet up a sheer cliff face using hand and foot holds carved into rock. Koshare Indian Kiva Museum in La Junta, Colo., provided Scouts with Native American dances, a museum tour and an overnight lock-in. Also nearby, Bent's Fort National Historic Site, a large reconstructed adobe fort, held its annual Santa Fe Trail Festival which provided an Arapaho village, fur trappers' camp, military camp, blacksmith and teamsters, all authentic to the 1840s with interpretive staff in period costume explaining life in that era. Fort Atkinson State Park near Omaha, Neb., was the location for a signature event of the Lewis & Clark Bicentennial. The first council held between Lewis & Clark and Native Americans took place on that site in 1804. To commemorate the event were a trappers and traders village, Indian village and large tents for educational programs, with many interpretive staff on site to answer questions and explain frontier life in the early 1800s. A replica of Lewis & Clark's 55-foot keelboat "Discovery" was on display. In honor of Troop 33's visit, the ship's builder, Butch Bouvier, fired its cannon. Bouvier also explained how the ship operated and details of life onboard. One of the Scouts' unique camping locations was Offutt Air Force Base near Omaha, where they camped by a lake and enjoyed meals at the base's dining hall. They enjoyed touring the Strategic Air & Space Museum, which preserves military aircraft flown by the Strategic Air Command. Troop 33 worked with and met other Scout troops during their trip. Troop 136 from Laramie, Wyo., hosted their climbing activities. Troop 493 from St. Louis camped alongside them at Offutt Air Force Base. Troop 232 of La Junta, Colo., performed Indian dances, while a chance encounter provided an opportunity to meet the Scouts of Troop 31 from DeKalb, Texas. The Wild West was one of the most exciting times in American history, representing tremendous growth along a new frontier. Troop 33's Wild West tour represented fun, adventure, challenge, excitement and the thrill of new experiences. The boys returned with newfound knowledge, greater confidence and skills and a sense of accomplishment. It was one of the most exciting parts of their summer and a time of tremendous growth while they discovered their own new frontiers. Troop 33 is sponsored by First Lutheran Church in DeKalb.


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>Hi! > >OWL-Full has ever been a complete mystery to me, and I admit that I have >never really made an approach to explore it. But now that people have >started to work on a new version of OWL, I think it is a good time for me to >at least try to learn a few fundamental facts. So dear OWL-Full experts: I >will put a few questions, all very basic, and all of them can be answered by >just saying "yes" or "no". But I won't bite you if you also add a small >explanation to each of your answers. :) > >(1) My first question is about syntactically correct OWL-Full ontologies. I >always thought that simply "everything" is allowed in OWL-Full. So my >question: Is every RDF graph an allowed OWL-Full ontology? Yes. Of course, it might be self-contradictory in OWL-Full. > >(2) The rest of my questions all deal with semantics. I think I have heard >somewhere that one can "change the semantics" of OWL-Full itself by stating >axioms about OWL vocabulary, but I don't know if this is true, and not even >what this exactly means. Ok, let's test this by creating a concrete example! >I would have said that the following two statements lead to inconsistency >even in OWL-Full: > > :x owl:sameAs :y . > :x owl:differentFrom :y . Indeed. > >But what if I add the following axiom: > > EquivalentProperties(owl:sameAs owl:differentFrom) > >This should at least be syntactically ok in OWL-Full (see (1)). It is syntactically OK, but it is logically contradictory. > But have I >also managed to make this ontology semantically consistent with this trick? No. OWL-Full does not allow you to 'cancel' any of the OWL semantic assumptions; it allows you to contradict them, so to speak, but then you have uttered an OWL contradiction. >I don't believe so, but I am also not certain. And whatever answer is >correct, I do not have an explanation for any of them. > >(3) A more general question: Is it true that whenever an OWL-DL ontology is >inconsistent under OWL-DL semantics, then it is also inconsistent under >OWL-Full semantics? Would sound reasonable to me, but I am not sure. I am not sure, either, as the relationship between OWL-DL and OWL-Full was made rather complicated late in the process, and I am not sure of its exact status. Peter (PFPS) had the idea of arranging things so that for any graph that satisfied the DL syntactic restrictions, that Full and DL entailment would coincide. I was not sure that this would be possible, and I am still not sure whether this was in fact managed. The issue is that something can be a Full interpretation (even a model) without its being a legal DL model: which would suggest that might be expressions which are DL-unsatisfiable yet Full satisfiable. What Peter was trying to do was ensure that this only happened when the expression was also DL-syntactically-illegal. > >(4) Looking at both questions (2) and (3) brings me to my last question. The >ontology in question (2) is *not* an allowed OWL-DL ontology, of course, but >it contains a sub-ontology which is syntactically allowed in OWL-DL: The >first two statements above. So I ask if the following claim is true: "Given >that an OWL-Full ontology contains an OWL-DL sub-ontology, which is >inconsistent under OWL-DL semantics, then the complete OWL-Full ontology is >inconsistent under OWL-Full semantics." Is this true or wrong? That is correct, yes, as DL-entailment implies Full entailment. > >Ok, I think that this is enough for me for the moment to get a first feeling >for OWL-Full. > >Cheers, >Michael > >-- >Dipl.-Inform. Michael Schneider >FZI Forschungszentrum Informatik Karlsruhe >Abtl. Information Process Engineering (IPE) >Tel : +49-721-9654-726 >Fax : +49-721-9654-727 >Email: email@example.com >Web : http://www.fzi.de/ipe/eng/mitarbeiter.php?id=555 > >FZI Forschungszentrum Informatik an der Universität Karlsruhe >Haid-und-Neu-Str. 10-14, D-76131 Karlsruhe >Tel.: +49-721-9654-0, Fax: +49-721-9654-959 >Stiftung des bürgerlichen Rechts >Az: 14-0563.1 Regierungspräsidium Karlsruhe >Vorstand: Rüdiger Dillmann, Michael Flor, Jivka Ovtcharova, Rudi Studer >Vorsitzender des Kuratoriums: Ministerialdirigent Günther Leßnerkraus -- --------------------------------------------------------------------- IHMC (850)434 8903 or (650)494 3973 home 40 South Alcaniz St. (850)202 4416 office Pensacola (850)202 4440 fax FL 32502 (850)291 0667 cell phayesAT-SIGNihmc.us http://www.ihmc.us/users/phayesReceived on Monday, 22 October 2007 20:23:36 UTC
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Every year I anxiously await the day all the new foods are announced for the upcoming fair season. Well…today is the day! To my surprise, only TWO were on a stick! Although I was disappointed in the lack of excitement in that area, I was also a little bummed about the new options.
In my opinion, Spam is a little over-hyped and there are two new Spam items on the menu.
The Blue Moon Dine-In Theater always does a good job with their food and they are offering up Cheesy French Onion Monkey Bread . In my wold, Monkey Bread is cinnamon and sugar, but I am hoping that't not the case. This one will make my "must get" list.
I am also excited about the Rustic Beef Pastry from French Meadow Bakery and Cafe. These guys have great food and I am hopeful this one won't disappoint.
Having tasted food from almost every vendor that is on the new foods list, I am not overly optimistic that many of them will be in my "tops list".
You know how when you go out to eat you can tell if food has been made in bulk and just reheated, or if it was made with quality ingredients? A handful of the vendors displaying new foods seem to fit into the first category and even though the titles look enticing, I won't be going out of my way to try them.
That said…we all know I am a sucker for new things and ALWAYS willing to give vendors another chance to redeem themselves. I cannot wait for August!
Did you notice RC BBQ has replaced Famous Dave's? I obviously haven't tried their food yet but you know I will.


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All of us have had the experience of other (bastards!) trying to wear us down. And every classics fan needs a Latin motto…or at least a Latin email signature! Most readers make good use of Wikipedia but we just came across this page and found it fun and interesting. Id quot circumiret, circumveniat.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Illegitimi non carborundum is a mock-Latin aphorism jokingly taken to mean "don't let the bastards grind you down".
[edit]Variants and etymology
There are many variants of the phrase, such as
- Nil illegitimi carborundum.
- Non illegitimis carborundum.
- Illegitimi nil carborundum.
- Non illegitimi carborundum.
- Nil bastardo carborundum.
- Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.
- Illegitimis non carborundum.
- Illegitimus non carborundum est.
- Nil illegitimo in desperandum carborundum
- Nil carborundum illegitamae
- Noli ilegitimus carborundum
None of the above is correct Latin. Carborundum is not a Latin word but the name of a mineral which is extremely hard and used for grinding. (See Silicon carbide.) The ending -undum suggests either a Latin gerund or gerundive form—and the idea of obligation ("Don't let …") is more suggestive of the gerundive—but the word is actually a portmanteau of "carbon" (from Latin), and "corundum" (from Tamil kurundam).
Alternatively, the ending "undum" suggests a verb in the second periphrastic tense, with the meaning of "must be" or (in this case) "must not be", as in Cato's the Elder's famous speech-ender, "Carthago delenda est" (Carthage must be destroyed). But this phrase has a nonsensical structure — the subject (which is "you") does not appear ("illegitimi" is not the subject – the meaning of the phrase is "YOU must not be ground down by the illegitimate ones") — and the verb ending has to agree in gender and number with the subject ("um" is the neuter gender singular ending) — all this is in keeping with the nature of the phrase as a spoof on ancient Latin.
Illegitimi suggests illegitimate to the English speaker, or bastardo likewise, but the Latin for bastard is actually nothus (from the Greek word notho (νόθο) meaning not-pure (used when referring to a bastard whose father is known) or spurius (for a bastard whose father is unknown). In addition, the gerund/gerundive ("carborundum (est)") would probably require a dative ("illegitimis," "to the bastards"), or even a double dative ("illegitimis tibi," "to the bastards, by you"), were there such words to begin with. "Nil" or "nihil" is regular Latin for "not at all" or "nothing." The forms with nil may be formed partly on the pattern of the genuine Latin phrase Nil desperandum.
The phrase originated during World War II. Lexicographer Eric Partridge attributes it to British army intelligence very early in the war (using the plural dative, or perhaps they meant ablative – it's the same form: illegitimis). The phrase was adopted by US Army general "Vinegar" Joe Stillwell as his motto during the war.[1] It was later further popularized in the US by 1964 presidential candidate Barry Goldwater.[2]
[edit]Use as a motto
The following entities use the phrase as their motto:
- The United States submarine USS Tunny (SSN-682)
- The weekly Alaskan newspaper The Nome Nugget
- Whitehorse Daily Star, in the capital of the Yukon Territory
- The Frazier Heli-rappelers in North East Oregon
- University of Idaho Navy ROTC Drill Team
- Portola High School's Class of 1962.
Henry Beard in his 1991 book Latin for Even More Occasions (chapter I) offered some correct Latin for the sentiment, but did so in a section "Dopey Exhortations Are More Forceful in Latin", which might be his comment on the merit of the expression.
Never let the bastards wear you down.
Noli nothi permittere te terere.
[edit]Other uses
- Nil Carborundum, title of a 1962 play and TV comedy by Henry Livings.[3]
- Nil Carborundum Illegitimo, in Principia Discordia from 1965.[4]
- Nolite te bastardes carborundorum, in The Handmaid's Tale (1985) by Margaret Atwood.
- Illegitimi non carborundum, in Lucifer's Hammer (1977) by Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle, page 29.
- Illegitimum non carborundum in Ten Thousand Men of Harvard, Harvard's most-frequently played fight song.
- Nil illegitimo carborundum is a maxim credited to the philosopher Didactylos in his famous 'Meditations', in Terry Pratchett's Small Gods.
- Non Illegitimus Carborundum is the school motto of St. Trinians and appears on the school's coat of arms.
- Mentioned with translation by the Member of Parliament for Twickenham Toby Jessel in the House of Commons of the United Kingdom on 7 June 1993.[5]
- Illegitimis non Carborundum is printed on a banner in the artwork for The Toasters' 7th studio album Don't Let the Bastards Grind You Down.
- Nil carborundum illegitimis is said by Landon Kettlewell in Cory Doctorow's Makers [6]
- "No Lite te Bastardes Carborundum – sign over the exit door of Irish pub Kieran's in Minneapolis, MN.
[edit]See also
- ^ Why Do We Say …?, Nigel Rees, 1987, ISBN 0-7137-1944-3
- ^ Illegitimi Non Carborundum page, at Santa Cruz Public Libraries ready reference, quoting William Safire, Safire's New Political Dictionary
- ^ http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0378447/
- ^ "The Principia Discordia". Ology.org. 1995-10-03. Retrieved 2009-07-15.
- ^ Department of the Official Report (Hansard), House of Commons, Westminster. "House of Commons Hansard Debates for 7 Jun 1993". Publications.parliament.uk. Retrieved 2009-07-15.
- ^ "Makers". Retrieved 2009-07-31.


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Preparing to Visit Times Square New York is No Easy Feat.
Here are 9 Things to Know Before You Visit Times Square
We celebrated honeymoons and New Year's here, but during our last visit, we stayed. Long-term supporters of all New York City has to offer, we have embraced every event possible on the island of Manhattan. We've done it all; from the Central Park days to walking the Chelsea Market walk-way. We've even been to the Times Square New Year's Ball Drop!
Our crew is well-traveled but always plan our trips well.
We adopted proper planning while traveling back from Prague (Czech Republic) to New York City. We spent some time preparing for our trip and researching spots to go. Here is the thing; the better you plan the more time you have, therefore the more fun. I, for instance, would prefer a little extra time to make sure I capture every moment on my GoPro camera (which by the way once you learn how to really use it will change your life) and of course, the restaurant scene is something to be admired. Others like to visit different pastry places, art-related events, and a little shopping.
Here is a list of 9 things people should consider when they visit Times Square:
1. Prepare to be around a LOT OF PEOPLE
According to Forbes magazine, approximately 350,000+ people travel through Times Square every day. "It is said that 26 million people visit Times Square each year, which is about 250,0000 people who go through Times Square every day, which consists of 35,0000 employees, residents and of course tourists." The same article in Forbes suggested that December seems to be the busiest times of the year.
2. Make a list of all the Restaurants in Times Square you can eat for less than $15
We made our own list of Top Affordable Restaurants in Times Square NYC for Less Than $15 and it saved us a ton of money while in Times Square (and surrounding area). Particularly the "hole-in-the-wall" places which offered amazing food at an affordable price.
3. Carry extra cash. The attractions sometimes only take dollar bills.
Naked cowboy. Check. Naked Girls. Yes. Aggressive Disney, Marvel, and DC characters running around trying to take a picture with you. Of course. Take some extra cash with you when you visit Times Square and while walking through the tourist sites between 42nd St. and 48th St.
4. Download an NYC Train App. The app contains delay and map/route information which can make your trip so much more pleasant.
Navigating through the city is very challenging, particularly in the main stations and crowded areas. There are several apps available and our favorite is New York Subway – MTA Map and Route Planner by Map-way Limited that can help you create and plan a route, find destinations and tourist spots, and help you find alternate routes when the New York travel prime-time is in effect.
300k people travel monthly through Times Square
5. Buy a Week / Daily train pass
Walking around NYC is pretty easy, but you can navigate faster (especially if you have a "list" prepared).
6. Get a selfie stick
You can cover so much background while in an elevated position. New York City is known for its massive architecture, landmarks, parks, and site seeing displays. Don't short-change yourself from an amazing background when you visit Times Square. Make the investment.
7. Carry 2 bottles of water at all times
You will be thirsty sometimes (I've personally seen people pass out from dehydration in the city), but there will also be times when you need that water to wash your hands.
8. Phone charger
NYC has charging stations all over the place. You are going to need a lot of charges to have your camera on.
9. Hotspots and Reception
Download their apps. New Yorkers take their wi-fi security very serious. Do your research and have a backup plan for access to the internet. New Yorkers take their wi-fi security very serious. Do your research and have a backup plan for access to the internet.
Bottom Line
You will be paying a lot of extra cash if you are not prepared and distracted. New York gives plenty of opportunities to spend lots of cash on high-end quality stuff. All the time. The most important thing is to create more time so you can enjoy the great things Times Square has to offer.


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Fiji Football Association president Rajesh Patel has condemned the article posted on social media concerning his resignation.#Patel said there is a group of people who are behind this senseless doings.#He assured football fans in the country that the districts have supported him to be their leader and he promises to be there for them.#"Whatever is posted on social media are just lies and I know the districts which voted me as I'm still loyal to them and they all support me," he said.#"I have no intention of resigning as stated on social media. Let the dogs bark. I know what to do and whatever is happening behind my back will not take football ahead.#"I don't have any pressure from my family to pull out as they are also supportive towards my achievements."#Patel said under his leadership Fiji FA has achieved a lot. #"For the first time ever our Under-20 boys participated in the FIFA U20 World Cup and the whole world has seen our success in that historic participation.#"Then again our U23 side qualified for next year's Rio Olympics for the first time ever."#He said Fiji FA is heading towards the right direction and that is why districts have voted for them.#He stated it is the outsiders who want to run Fiji FA but it cannot happen as they have to follow set procedures and also meet the minimum requirements.#"We are aware that these few people are trying to bring disrepute to football in the country. These failed people are trying to use social media to gain their support."#
All Lies, says Patel
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ICSI CS Foundation Result 27th December 2015 ~ ICSI CS Foundation Expected Cut Off List Exam on 27th Dec. :- As we all are familiar that in the month of December 2015, Institute of Company Secretaries of India (ICSI) is going to conduct the exams for CS Foundation Course. Large number of candidates has applied for this exam and thus will appear in this exam. The exam is a national exam and will be held across the country.
ICSI CS Foundation Result 27th December 2015
The exam will start officially from 27th December 2015. For different subjects, exam will be conducted on different dates. The official dates for the subject wise exam will be mentioned in the official date sheet. It is very obvious that candidates get eager to know their performance after the completion of the exam. So ISCI will also be releasing the official results very soon on the official site. Candidates can easily visit the site and can download the results.
Open the authorized site www.icsi.edu.
On the home page click on the examination section 2015.
Under the examination section, click on the suitable link for CS Foundation exam results 2015.
ICSI CS Foundation Result 27th December 2015
Enter the various details asked on the screen and select the subject for which you want the results.
Then click on submit and the result will be displayed on the screen.
Click on the download link to download and then save it.
Candidates can also take a print out for their further preferences.
Results are very beneficial for the candidates, as it help them in estimating their scores. With the help of results, candidates can match their attempted answers with the correct answers and thus can figure out their correct and incorrect answers. As a result they come to know about their total marks.
The ICSI CS Foundation Result will be released after 15 days i.e. After the successful completion of all the exam. For further more details candidates can visit the official site at any time.


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Medway Tri is a Triathlon club that welcomes members of all ages and abilities - from complete beginners or people who simply wish to have fun, to committed athletes and burgeoning champions.
And they're big fans of Kinesio taping!
The club supports, advises and supplies members with all the skills and equipment required to enhance their triathlon experience and develop performance.
Club members train at different venues all around the Medway towns and sessions are arranged around ability and age. Membership is from only Ł30 per year and includes numerous benefits and discounts.
Medway Tri was launched in 2013 by Dean Ratcliffe, a passionate local triathlete, along with a team of talented athletes.
Dean has been competing in triathlons since 2008 and has competed in the GB age group team in seven World Championships and six European Championships.
Dean is now Chairman and Head Coach (BTF Level 3) at Medway Tri and is supported by four more BTF qualified coaches.
Two years after its launch with 30 members, Medway Tri now has a membership of 239 - with 183 adults and 56 juniors.
The club has a vision to have fun whilst producing elite athletes, and to become recognised as the number one triathlon club in England. To be 'An Elite club, but not Elitist!'
Dean says: "I'm seeing more and more Medway Tri members at the run and cycle track wearing Kinesio tape. I know from personal experience that support from Kinesio helps athletes continue training with minor injuries and protects against further muscle and tendon damage. I have used it myself for calf, Achilles and hip flexor injuries and it helped me recover as well as continue to train, when previously it would not have been possible."
Erin Rose is the club's therapist and offers all aspects of Sports Therapy, specialising in Sports Massage, Trigger Point Therapy, Myofascial Release along with injury management and rehab. She is also proud to be a qualified Kinesio practitioner and ambassador.
She says: "I have tried several other brands of taping and I find Kinesio is different in many ways. Not only is it thinner, making it easier to wear as some tapes can be too heavy on the skin, causing movement restrictions but I also find Kinesio easier to apply. In addition, the Kinesio adhesive does not irritate the skin like some other brands do. Finally, Kinesio simply gives great results. I simply love what it does and always carry it in my kit bag and have it in my clinic!"
Erin continues: "Triathletes often suffer from "over-use" injuries, shoulder problems, hamstring or calf strains. Kinesio tape can help with the early stages of injury. I use web-cut techniques to help reduce inflammation and then apply support taping during the rehab phase.
Erin recalls three Medway Tri members who have particularly benefitted from Kinesio: "I used Kinesio on triathlete Chris Parry to help with calf tears and then more recently during acute patella femoral pain, firstly to help with pain relief and then to support back into training.
"Ade Grimmond used to suffer from really tight calf muscles early on, which used to cramp easily. By using Kinesio web technique to help with early inflammation, myofascial release as well as some postural correction, this problem has been corrected.
"Another triathlete, Bola Mogaji, came in with quite severe right ankle inflammation following an Ultra event. I used Kinesio web-cut technique to help reduce inflammation and along with hands-on techniques and rehab soon got the ankle back to full fitness."
Dean Ratcliffe hopes to make Medway Tri one of the biggest triathlon clubs in the Country and give the community within and surrounding the Medway area, every chance to get involved in Triathlon and its component events.
For more information on Medway Tri, please go to www.medwaytri.com
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GUTS #23 is about Starting
More specifically it is about
New Starts & Restarts…
And its really fitting that it starts with 23. Twenty three is the age most people have graduated from college and are starting a new life. But then again, that's the whole point of this BEAM. I want to remind you and me that: You can start a new life at any age.
If you have the health, will-power & energy to start, you can begin life again!…. So, if the IF….. is whether or not you have starting power? Then the primary question we need to answer is how to harness this power, that in most cases, we already have. So in this BEAM: Let's talk about how to get the power we need, to start new dimensions in our life. Dimensions that may be our dreams come true. Dimensions that are just waiting on us to begin, for them to begin to materialize into reality.
I used to arm wrestle. One lesson always helped a lot. I knew and practiced sudden-ness. I knew that if I came out the gate with amazing force & speed; most opponents will yield. If you surprise the opponent with a fast start, it greatly increases the odds of your victory. Puny starts don't win athletic contests. Neither do they win the challenges of life. The scripture says: "Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might." So if you decide to start a new adventure in life or even to re-start an old one; take off with vigor and speed."
Don't get me wrong. I am no quitter. And I am not recommend quitting current tasks. Nonetheless, there are times, the best way to improve your life is to start something new. Maybe it is a task you know you should be doing and you have just been putting it off. Or maybe you have a dream, you believe in pursuing but have never gotten it out of your mind and into action. / The key to both of these seems to be the finding the courage to try…. And to try with powerful, fervent effort.
Not only are there, brand new paths that are worth new starts in life. Sometimes the path you have already taken and failed deserves a fresh effort. Maybe, you should start the same thing you have tried before over again, but with a brand new approach. You may ask: Why would you begin what you are doing now, afresh? Commitment to marriage or children is often an example of a good reason why. The grass looks greener elsewhere but frequently is not. The most courageous thing to do often-times is not to start something new! But to start the thing you already believe in strongly, with a renewed and vigorous action plan. You can't bring back the past but you can restore the present and plant the seeds for a good future. If you will line back up at the starting line and give the task a NEW effort, you may see new results.
The easy thing to do is nothing. This is a sure recipe for complacency. But while it may be easy; it is also costly. The best approach to problems is to face them and if the current approach does not work; face them differently & with focus & intensity.
Courage is the power to let go of the familiar.
– Raymond Lindquist
Perhaps you feel like you should not start again because you have failed so many times in the past. An old Japanese Proverb gives us some valuable insight, if we feel this way. "Fall seven times, stand up eight." Life has presented many opportunities for me to practice this lesson. In 1998, I lost my Father, my wife of 20 years, 2 businesses, my home & was left with nothing but 2 children to raise alone. For their sake; falling apart headlong was not an option… I do not know how looking back on it. But somehow by the grace and mercy of God and my own drive and initiative: I was able to re-create a future. After falling, I was able with God's help to get back up. And that has not been the only time I have had to start over. As a matter of fact, in many respects I am doing it again today.
You are never too old, to set another goal or to dream a new dream. C.S. Lewis
The problem with most is not that they can not win, if they begin again. The problem normally is finding the intestinal fortitude to begin the process & endeavor the path. Lao Tzu said "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." But it's like looking at the bottom of the mountain from the top. "That first step is a doozy." So it is with many of us, we see the challenge of the task and we are afraid, if we take that first step that we will fall headlong. So we miss the prize of the goal, because we fear the cost of the travel.
Perhaps the most rock solid lesson that I can offer you; about your own need to start again is to remind you that permanent inaction is not an option; if you want a vital life. If a river ponds up and becomes still-water, it becomes a swamp and the once life-giving stream becomes stagnant and reeking. Many times I have worked with Seniors in the hospital, who had to be made to move around. Refusing to get up and be mobile, literally for many of these friends was a certain door to death. Even so, lethargy is not an option if we would experience our maximum life. As Thomas Edison said: "Discontent is the first necessity of progress."
So to live victoriously, we must adapt & grow. Yet, To dare these heroic halls of change, we must shed the comfort zone of sameness…….. and dare the often uncomfortable unknown. The uncertainty of the outcome makes this prospect of new starts a frightening prospect. Yet even Nature teaches us that starting again is powerful, effective and necessary. Remember: every day starts with a new sunrise…
I learn great lessons from movies. They allow me to have experiences; and let someone else have the pain of the mistakes. That is why, it is tempting to stay on the sidelines. We can let the thought of pain or some previous failure out-weigh the promise of a different course of action. We can learn from a movie character, how to avoid this tempting dead-end street. "My Mama always said you've got to put the past behind you before you can move on." – Forrest Gump
And sometimes, when we finally dare the nerve to make a new start; the first part of our journey is to run straight into a huge obstacle. Yet the right perspective can prevent such a wall from becoming a prison. We need to realize "Every wall is a door." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
As many of you know, I write a lot about, how a very real relationship with God can make a powerful, positive impact in our day-to-day dimension. It might surprise you to know, I have some friends who are agnostics or atheists. They often tell me, they are surprised by how real & pragmatic, I am with my perspective. The truth is that I will be the first to admit that religion can make you useless! If following some creed or dogma substitutes for your own passionate growth, then that creed or dogma is not beneficial to you. In fact, it is harmful.
As the old saying goes: You can't plough a field by turning it over in your mind. A positive faith moves you to real constructive action. I love God and spend much time in spiritual communion. But the communion that I spend with God results in real life change today. Faith is not an opiate for me. It is a rocket, compelling me to higher realms of meaning, performance and service.
Performance. There is that word again. Shotokan karate is all about performance. As I have grown older; I am not capable of the same range of motion in my kicks. But my Karate punches are still known for their speed and devastating power.. Maybe, even more than at the top of my athleticism. It might shock you what I credit a great portion of my jolting speed from. Great Punching Speed is generated from a relaxed condition. You can move faster than you think (you do not know how fast you can move). & You can move faster than you think (your body properly released will move faster than your conscious mind moves)… So the message is: lighten up about the new direction that you need to pursue in your life. If you act more and worry less; you will find that you can move faster and with more effectiveness. Hajime!
This reminds me of a selling adage that I use frequently. The best way to get a NO in #sales is not to ask. It is an automatic NO, every time. Similarly, the Best way to get a NO in #life is not to try. You will never know until you do. If it's the right thing; God will help you succeed. Get started today.
God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
And wisdom to know the difference.


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While it is true that a timeshare contract is a binding legal document, it is often mistakenly thought that such a contract cannot only be cancelled. In fact, most timeshare companies maintain that their contracts are non – cancellable. This misconception is perpetuated by timeshare companies and user groups that are funded, maintained and controlled by the timeshare industry.
The FHA 203k loan program provides home buyers the opportunity to buy and fix up a property, without exhausting their personal savings.
More organizations are pushing to be allowed to weigh in on the case between PHH and the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau – but this time, it's on the mortgage lender's side.
In a decision last year, a three-judge panel in the case ruled that the CFPB's structure was unconstitutional. At issue was the fact that the agency's director could only be removed for cause – a move meant to shield the director from a politically motivated firing. However, the panel found that the agency's structure meant it didn't have enough accountability.
However, the CFPB appealed that ruling, asking for the case to be heard by the full court. That request was eventually granted – but in the meantime, Democratic lawmakers and 17 state attorneys general moved to intervene in the case, arguing for the CFPB.
Now, however, other organizations are pushing to intervene on the side of PHH, according to a HousingWire report.
State National Bank, of Big Spring, Texas, has moved to intervene in the case. The bank filed its own suit against the CFPB in 2012, claiming that the agency's "unprecedented, unchecked power" violated the Constitution's separation of powers. That suit was tossed by a federal judge the following year, but reinstated on appeal, HousingWire reported.
The Competitive Enterprise Institute and the 60 Plus Association, an advocacy group for seniors, are part of State National Bank's suit. CEI General Counsel Sam Kazman said that the organizations are "cautiously optimistic" that their motion to intervene will be approved, HousingWire reported.
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Democratic lawmakers join battle between CFPB and PHH
State AGs join fight to protect CFPB


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Yemeni Court Jails Six al-Qaida Suspects
21 March 2005
A Yemeni court has handed down a two-year jail term for each of six suspected al-Qaida militants for forging travel documents.
In its ruling Monday, the court in Sanaa acquitted five others arrested in the same case.
All 11 men were also acquitted of initial charges of plotting to carry out armed attacks in Yemen.
The men, all Yemeni nationals, but some born in Saudi Arabia, were among 14 people detained for alleged links to militant attacks.
Three were released because of lack of evidence before the trial began in February.
A separate trial is under way for eight other al-Qaida suspects.
Yemen has cracked down on suspected militants since the September, 2001 attacks in the United States. Yemen has captured and sentenced several al-Qaida suspects, including those behind the 2000 suicide bombing of the U.S. destroyer Cole.
Some information for this report provided by Reuters and AFP.
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ADDED: Actually Pelosi made a pretty good speech. She understands the problems (in more than just the economy) but she seldom follows through to ensure good legislation. She usually gives up to the Thugs and helps put through terrible Thug-backed solutions while telling us that's not what she's doing. That's what she was doing this time. And the Thugs sandbagged her, not for the first time. But remember she was helping the Thugs pass what they said they wanted, what they said they had to have to 'save the country,' only they couldn't hold their own members in line this time. And the 'protections' that Pelosi and the Dems said they got were so much hype, just like they were with FISA and everything else.
Nancy Made Them Cry - Or Notby Steve Soto
House Republicans are already stepping away from their ludicrous claim that Nancy Pelosi's speech cost them the Republican votes needed to pass the bailout yesterday. Several media sources this morning point out that Boehner and Blunt knew hours before the vote that they didn't have the numbers to hold up their end of the deal, but didn't tell Pelosi and Hoyer this.
Maybe we should send them all "Nancy Made Me Cry" bumper stickers.
But they claimed, in public, that Nancy Pelosi made cry babies out of them by giving a political speech. And they claimed that because Pelosi made cry babies out of them with her words they decided not to vote as they had promised to vote [another lie].
We knew it was all a lie but were still presented with the ridiculous story because the press rolled with the story without laughing in their faces, as usual.
We should make sure the shame [not that Thugs have shame, ridiculousness then] of presenting themselves as cry babies because of Pelosi's words should follow them to the grave [or at least a few minutes more].


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New this year! Join OCEAN Organic Vodka (as well as many of our other "MADE ON MAUI" family members) for this first-ever event showcasing a wide variety of Made in Maui County products, including foods, produce, art, crafts, jewelry, fashions, gifts, and collectibles ALL in one location.
The first-ever Made in Maui County Festival will be held on Friday, November 7 and Saturday, November 8, 2014 at the Maui Arts & Cultural Center in Kahului. Co-presented by the Mayor's Office of Economic Development and the Maui Chamber of Commerce, this event was created to showcase and promote locally made products.
The Festival is open to all companies who meet the same criteria as the Made in Hawaii Festival, that is, 51 percent value-added in Hawaii, but their headquarters have to be located on the islands of Maui, Molokai or Lanai.
The event will take place over two days with Friday, November 7th reserved for a wholesaler/distributor invitation-only event; and Saturday November 8th open to the public with vendor sales, demonstrations, food/beverage sales and more. In addition to 130 vendors offering a myriad of products, the public will also enjoy demonstrations, a fashion show, food trucks, prize drawings held throughout the day and more!
Public admission is $3 per person, children 12 and under free. Parking will be available at the Maui Arts & Cultural Center and the UH Maui College.
Come see why Maui County is no ka oi (the best)! More info on the event website here.
"We have a wide variety of products that are made right here in Maui County. Our islands are home to outstanding artists, crafters, wood-workers, culinary practitioners and more, and we're looking forward to showcasing their talents and products to the world." Mayor Alan Arakawa, County of Maui


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I threw my gear into the bed of his truck and walked over to where he was standing to take a look. As I got closer, I saw a roll of old – I mean ancient - looking paper lying propped up against the post of the mailbox at the bottom of our driveway. "No clue," I said.
I reached down to pick it up. It was much heavier than it looked. I had to hold it with both hands to support its weight. I could feel the cool brittle paper crumple slightly against my skin, but it didn't tear.
"What is that thing?" Jackson asked again.
I didn't answer him. Instead, I turned it over in my hand. On the other side was a gold seal, connecting the edge of the paper to the roll. This was no normal wax seal. It was made of some sort of metal that glittered in the sunlight.
"Special delivery?" Jackson asked.
"I guess," I said, shrugging.
"Maybe it's for the general?" he asked, referring to my father, a general in the United States Army Corps of Engineers. He lightly touched the seal with the tip of his finger. Sparks flew off it, and Jackson jerked his finger back in pain. "Dang!" He yelled. "What was that?" He shook his finger and looked at it. The tip of his finger was red and raw, and a blister was forming.
"That's a pretty good burn, J," I said, trying to smother my laughter.
"Yeah, no kidding. Thanks," he said with a scowl on his face. He stuck the burnt finger in his mouth and sucked on it.
I turned my attention back to the roll of paper. "Do you think we should just leave it here?" I asked, more to myself than to him. When it came to this kind of stuff – this out-of-the-ordinary kind of stuff – Jackson always seemed to fall on the side of "forget about it". Especially if it inconvenienced him in any way.
"Well," he said, "it doesn't have your name on it. Maybe we should just leave it here for whoever might come back for it."
"I don't think this was left here by FedEx," I said. I looked up and down the street. I don't know who I was looking for. I didn't expect someone to walk up to me and say "Ohhhh…that's where I left my roll of old paper with the electric seal on it!"
Jackson was annoyed. He looked at his phone to check the time. Yep, he was being inconvenienced. This was cutting into his hunting plans. "We could just put it back where we found it. I mean, we were supposed to leave over an hour-" A loud rumble drowned out the end of his sentence.
We both looked in the direction of the open field across the street from my house and heard the rumble again. This field isn't maintained, and its tall weeds were on fire!
By the time we ran across the street to get a closer look, the flames were reaching about eight feet high. It was so strange - the field was on fire, but none of the grass or weeds were burning. They just stayed a greenish-brown. The ground shook again. This time, it shook so hard we both fell onto the cement sidewalk beneath us. As we lay there, we heard a voice all around us, like surround sound.
Jackson looked around us in amazement, trying to see where the voice was coming from. "Whoa," he mumbled.
Thankfully, the voice told us to do something easy because I wasn't taking notes. "Find Reuben. Deliver the scroll to him," it said
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Central Harlem Condo Development Half Sold After First Month on the Market
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New York—About half of the condominiums at L+M Development Partners Inc.'s Central Harlem mixed-use development, The Adeline, have sold in the first month of sales. The community, which is expected to be completed this fall, is located at 23 West 116th Street and will feature 83 luxury residences. Halstead Property Development Marketing (HPDM) has been tapped as the exclusive sales and marketing firm for the community.
"We're very encouraged by the tremendous early response we received from buyers, with a flurry of interest and signed contracts during an exclusive pre-sales period before the opening of our formal preview gallery," says HPDM President Steve Kliegerman. "From the building's striking exterior to its warm interiors and comfortable residences, The Adeline was thoughtfully designed with high caliber finishes and amenities, which is resonating very well in the Central Harlem marketplace where new inventory, especially of this stature, is very low."
Tell Metzger, development director at L+M Development Partners tells MHN that the units sold so far include 18 one-bedroom homes, 19 two-bedroom homes and eight three-bedroom homes. He expects the community will be sold out in the near future.
"We have witnessed strong activity and interest and anticipate the building will be sold out by the summer," he says.
The Adeline's 83 units will be composed of one- through four-bedroom residences and three penthouses that range in size from 1,046 to 1,912 square feet. One of the penthouses will feature a 37-foot long living space and private roof top terrace space. Pricing for the available two- three- and four-bedroom residences starts at $1,025,000 and will likely include a 25-year 421-a tax abatement.
"Prior to the site becoming The Adeline, it included a parking lot and private basketball area for a different building," Metzger adds. "However, we are replacing both. There will be a parking garage in the building, and we are rebuilding a basketball area off-site."
Residences will include an assortment of high-end finishes. For starters, the kitchens include European-style lacquered cabinetry paired with marbled Caesarstone countertops and backsplashes, as well as Kohler under-mounted sinks with Grohe faucets. Additionally, units are equipped with triple pendant accent lighting and recessed down lighting. Two- through four-bedroom units will offer a 36-inch Kitchen Aid French Door refrigerator and several of the three and four bedroom residences' kitchens will include paneled hoods above the range.
Other living space elements include wide-planked European oak floors, hand-laid herringbone tile, tiled laundry closets, individual heating and cooling systems. Bathrooms include herringbone pattern porcelain tiles, double-height medicine cabinets oversized mirrors, and dual vanities in most bathrooms. Master bathroom showers are glassed-in with Grohe rain showerheads and Carrara porcelain wall tiles.
"We wanted to respect both the old and the new in Harlem, so we carefully layered modern and traditional details throughout The Adeline," Metzger says. "We worked hard to make the outdoors more accessible through oversized windows, many private terraces, and two levels of shared outdoor space. Additionally, three of the City's most beautiful parks are located within short walking distance."
The shared outdoor spaces that Metzger referred to include a 5,800-square-foot central courtyard and a 2,300-square-foot landscaped roof deck. Other common areas include a resident fitness room, children's playroom and a large resident lounge that includes workspace, a screening area and kitchenette. Additional services and amenities include refrigerated package delivery, a 24-hour doorman, private storage areas and bike storage. On-site parking is also available for additional purchase.
Metzger notes that the building's mixed-use component will include about 25,000 square feet of retail space, saying that "15,000 square feet has already been signed by Blink Fitness and the remaining 10,000 square feet is available for lease." He adds that Blink Fitness is expected to open sometime this year.