Jan. 23rd, 2015

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via [personal profile] dira and many other people: When you see this, share 3 random lines from 3 WIPs.

  1. Charles imagines this is what skydiving feels like, or BASE jumping, or any stupid endeavor where you fling yourself out into empty space and trust in something outside yourself to save you from the fatal embrace of gravity. For Charles, that’s Erik. Here and now, he’s making his choice.
  2. “Erik, you pratt,” Charles breathed. “Why did you think I stripped naked and paraded myself around for you at the swimming hole the other day?”
    “Er,” said Erik.
  3. Of course no monarch ruled alone; he or she was only as good as their armies, their commanders, their agents, their advisors, and Georgiana was under no illusions on that score, either. She had a half-blood mage, a flighty prince, an embittered marchioness and a handful of Naval officers, plus whomever she could scrape up in the various barrels of Europe, to confront the ruthless and experienced realms of that continent. The Caribbean was wealthy, and its commerce the envy of Christendom, but money was an unintelligent beast; it wanted direction. So too did Georgiana, and she would have to provide it herself.

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