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I'm tired, so tired Of hearing myself say That I never wanted For things to be this way When I see you cry It tears me apart I want to hold you so much It just about breaks my heart I don't want to add to your pain I don't want to make you face it again Pre-chorus When the tears fall from your eyes I feel like a part of me dies I want to reach out but I don't dare It all seems so unfair Chorus

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A little update on what Aithne and Keir are up to! Recognition I'm standing in the newsagent waiting for Keir to buy his customary 200 Lucky Strike when I spot the front page of deVolksrant, one of the big dailies here in Amsterdam. It's not the headline that catches my eye, I can't read Dutch on first sight, it's the picture that catches my eye. It's a close up of the face of a beautiful

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This one is probably not for the faint hearted.  Or children. Trauma When I woke it was well after dawn, although deep in the cellars of Blood Moon it would be impossible to tell without a clock. I rolled over to look again at Raphael where he slept beside me. It was a relief to see the gentle rise and fall of his breathing and with the barest touch of my fingertips to his chest I could feel

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Four Orphan girls cut off from their roots by loss and grief Four separate threads in Life's tapestries Four interwoven destinies

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Here's more an unfinished snippet than a full story but it has been lying around for a while begging to see the light of day. Origin  There's a dripping dripping dripping softly in the darkness moonlight glinting on smooth rolling ripples spreading out unseen I have lived through most of history, and forgotten much of it. I have been born more times than I can count, and died more

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A short concerning Aidan and Tara. Blame Tara had had enough boyfriends in her life to know that the awkward silence around the dinner table with Declan and Aidan wasn't a good sign. Usually it would be followed by stilted conversation, barbed commentary and relief when dinner was over and she and the other women at the table might be able to escape to the kitchen. f course, this wasn't

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Danger! Danger Will Robinson! This is a loooong one, sorry.  Siona and James starring together for the very first time! Binding The sleek black Bentley pulled up beside the tall wooden sign that read "St Theresa's Upper School for Girls" at the end of the driveway and Siona slipped out of the passenger side, her face looking drawn and tired. It had been a very long weekend and one she

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I like to associate particular songs with characters, and while the following list may be subject to change over time, I thought I would post it just now :)  All links take you to videos of the songs.  Rachael BruceSong Cry Little Sister by Gerard McMahon  Carlos Del NegroSong Can I play with Madness? by Iron Maiden  Keir DrakeSong Dark Wings by Within Temptation  Edan DrakeSong

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An excerpt from the new story, Binding. James was opening the door for Anna, so Siona let herself out of the other side.  As she stood up, she felt his sudden presence behind her. "Don't make me put the child locks on," he said quietly in her ear, "I don't always open the door out of courtesy, I'm also six foot of human shielding," he was chastising her for her earlier petulance, she knew. Two

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Hierarchy Raphael was pacing, up and down, up and down the length of his private living room in the apartment below the club, his mind a jumble of thought and worry. He had barely slept and now he was waiting, anxiously, for the start of the evening's business. Duke Falmoor, the master of Glasgow's were-wolves would be waiting for him to rise and hold court, and he would be puffed up on

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Massacre at Hotel Internazionale A press cutting concerning the killings of Aidan's band mates. Milan, 25th April, 2010 Rock stars Tara Gordon and Aidan Rourke are wanted for questioning in connection with the massacre that occurred in the early hours of this morning at the band's hotel.  Sources close tot he Vatican say that the Inquisition are poised to take over the investigation. The

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The following is an Extract from the Imperial News Network dated 24the May 2010 Breaking News *** Breaking News *** The Palace confirmed in a statement to the press today at 3pm that the Emperor is now officially in a relationship with Edinburgh lawyer Siona Stewart.  Stewart, 25, was born and raised in the northern capital, but lost both of her parents at a young age, according to the Palace

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At long last, thanks to a rude interruption from exams and birthdays, here is the next short story.  This one is entirely about Siona and I feel it should start to fill in some of the background to all of the project.  Be warned,  it's fairly long! Inheritance Siona closed the boot of her car and surveyed the pile of luggage she had deposited on the ground. There was the tent, the box of

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These are some lyrics to accompany a song mentioned in the new short story, which is not a new Tara and Aidan story, sorry ;) Chorus Maybe she should have known Maybe she should have run Maybe she should have known There's a dark heart beating Inside all of the Fey Verse 1 They spin their illusions Dancing in the moonlight Pulling her with soft promises Then drawing their net tight Pre-chorus

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This is the first new piece I've written about the dragons since I started this project. NB, the name Aithne is actually pronounced Anya. Flight They were riding flat out, Aithne clutching tightly to Keir's waist and giving her full trust for her safety into his hands. His reactions were far beyond human and he took every twist and turn on the little country road at speeds that would

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This took me a while and I'll confess I think it needs work still. Enjoy it none the less! Reconnection I hate nightclubs. I hate the noise, the bright flashing lights, the stench of sweaty bodies as they twist and turn on the dance floor. I also hate the garbled nonsense that rises up from drunken minds all around me. I've been able to hear the nonsense that passes for people's

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Here's an extract from the latest story.ReconnectionI hate nightclubs. I hate the noise, the bright flashing lights, the stench of sweaty bodies as they twist and turn on the dance floor. I also hate the garbled nonsense that rises up from drunken minds all around me. I've been able to hear the nonsense that passes for people's thoughts for as long as I can remember. I don't like large crowds

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This is a little info that I have worked out about the various factions in my Alternate History. Name Bards Country Ireland and later Scotland leader Mags O'Malley Purpose They are called "defenders of the Innocent" and "Masters of Lore" in Ireland. They work all around the world, but only in Ireland they work openly, as the Garter and The Inquisistion consider them enemies. They are actually

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It's done, at last. This is a long and complicated episode, with a lot of really important plot-work for the overall project. Enjoy. Estrangement The Stage lights were blindingly bright, mostly obscuring the sea of faces beyond the stage. Aidan could feel their presence though. and as the music filled him up he poured his power out to those unseen faces, the brilliant gold light in his

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Here's an extract from the newest story to whet your appetite. The two of them were sitting opposite each other in the pool of lamplight around the table. Bottles, ashtrays and other discarded rubbish from the evening were strewn all around the table. Aidan was down to just his jeans, but Tara was still wearing her black lace bra, her jeans and presumably her underwear. He could feel her

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The first song to be performed live by Tara and Aidan that was written by both of them. It's in the new story that I am working on. Not 100% sure on it, but I can't get a definite idea of a tune for it in my head.Tara We stand together on this precipiceAnother step and we'll be falling downSomehow I know as I reach for your handThat we're jumping and not turning backAidanThis isn't the way I

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I was just working on my top secret database of my Alternate history and this came up. It's not much, but it thought it might prove interesting. Dragons were once able to travel at will between all three worlds and were considered the highest race of beings. Their magic was the strongest. Females of the species began to dwindle drastically, until only the Queen dragon and her daughter were

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I wanted to think a bit more about what Bards actually do, so this is the result. It's also a chance to get to know some new, but quite important characters. Report filed by Rourke & Rourke Date: 31st October 2008 Entity type: Changeling Location: Clonakilty, co. Cork Background: Declan and Mary Rourke report that they has to eliminate a Changeling while it remained in it's host.

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This is the conversation between James and Charles after the Evening at the Palace. The Loyal Soldier There was a fire burning brightly in the room as James entered. Walking on silent feet, he made his way towards the rooms only occupant. The long, tight black curls that shielded the other man's face were as much a feature of him as the hidden dark brown eyes, sculpted cheekbones and

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Here it is, just a little later than billed and a bit more complex than I had first imagined. Hope you like it. IThe Locket It is just a dream, he reminded himself as he clutched his mothers hand tightly with his own tiny one. The older, cynical adult mind peering out from behind the child's frightened eyes knew better though. This was a memory, not a dream. They were standing in a

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