Bridgette also too let out some form of a guttural noise when we touched. She went limp for a second and fell the rest of the way down, smacking her h...ps into mine, and fell on me. It must have been too much, her grunt morphed into a silent scream as her head rested on my sternum. Not wasting anytime time Bridgette shakily put her arms under her self to sit up and look at me. The drunken smile she wore, hidden behind the strands of her long brunette hair. I was trying my best not to show any. "You can use it. All I ask is that you have Jackie make a banner, oh, maybe twelve by eighteen inches, with 'Jenny Easton Productions' on it, and carry that on your basket. That way, I can write it off."That banner was there now, flapping in the cold wind off of Norton Sound. It had been there since Anchorage, eleven days before. It had been a long, long trail; Josh stifled a yawn. He'd gone without sleep since leaving White Mountain, and the dogs hadn't had much of a break, but they were. Although there is a little difference so far as the Manthakin use fear as a means to prevail, whereas we Norgar spread terror as entertainment for ourselves.Vernya, the battlefield, is the home of our allies, the Ghallan Clans. They are as strong as their motivation to fight is. Led by their women and defending their families, they too will fight mercilessly, but won’t enjoy it half as much. There will be other enemies and allies, but I don’t know a lot about them,” Roban told him in response. The traffic began to thicken on the two lane highway just as they drove through Yountville. Hadley turned to Marcus and laughed as he was mouthing the words to a song on the radio. With the flip of her hand, she turned the radio up and smiled. Since they had decided to become official with each other, their relationship had only grown for the better. There were still times when she would get frustrated with him and he with her, but instead of turning a blind eye they made a strong vow to talk.