Wrote this as a commission for someone in World of Warcraft. I hope you enjoy it. Wild hair, storm-streaked and long, long – hanging like tendrils o... smoke long. A coarse cloak or tunic, like burlap but woven from the fabric of… what? The earth? Woven from Time itself? Anna Podgolskiv was frightened. Frightened by limitless power confronting illimitable evil. Sorrow without end, without beginning. She turned her head, looked for a way out of this place, but the forest was now full of stars, radiant, steady, unmoving as if fixed by the power of the old man’s eyes. Fireflies?. Eventually, it became evident that we weren't going to make it home, and the team leader declared it time for a couple of beers and available lounges at his place. After a fabulous day's work, the beers went down easy.The lounges were a different story. Well; actually; turns out it was a lounge, singular. It didn't take much to agree that we were professionals, and it wouldn't present a problem. After all, the lounge was right next to the boss' bedroom - and his wife was a renowned light. Jack paid the bill with his American Express card, and as they reached the car, she impulsively stopped him from opening her door, kissing him lightly on the lips. His pleased smile lit up the night, and she slipped in the car."Jack," she said when he got in the driver's side, "My place please. No one else is home."20:45 Friday, August 16th, 1991 28910 Matadero Creek Lane Los Altos Hills, CA 94022The conversation on the way home was exploratory, Deb thought. Kostowe was curious about Deb's.
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