But as he read, he honestly wished he had not unrolled the missive. His face got whiter and whiter as he neared the end.Eyes wide, hands shaking, Jona... began shaking his head. With a stubborn, almost defiant look on his face, the Gnathar boy threw the scroll overboard with a roared, "NO!" The sound sent birds on the riverbank into flight and a small heard of snow deer bolting off to the northwest. A group of fur-clad Gnathar pagans started from hiding amongst a stand of stunted willows, gaping. Again he announced his presence by yelling and knocking on the door, again no answer.As he pushed the door open and stepped into a cobweb filled room, it wasn't hard to see that no one had lived there for a long time. After unloading his gun, Darrell leaned it against the wall, then he pulled off his rain soaked jacket and shirt. Even though the air was a little cool it felt good to get out of the wet clothing. Outside the storm was picking up intensity, raining harder than ever before. As he. She approached me. We stood in a face-off for a long moment. Her good hand shot up to my face… and her thumb delicately traced the semi-circular scabs which matched perfectly the white razors on display in front of me. Was that a smile? Elizabeth’s hand trailed along my jaw, her fingers curled around my neck and pulled. Hard. She kissed me for a very long time. Her green eyes stayed open; they were knowing; willing… loving; full of tears. She slipped her hand into mine and pulled me forward. My. “Not quite yet,” I said. “Guys? I need your opinion on something I’ve been thinking of before we go into the house. Come on around the outside to the back yard.”I managed to keep them occupied outside for nearly five minutes talking about Parkour before they charged up the back steps to the deck. A glance through the French doors affirmed that at least we didn’t have a naked mom and girlfriend in the living room anymore.We walked in and Lissa came down the hall from the bedroom to meet the.