Us five women, now the newest of the Fae, shared one last group hug before Linda stepped away from us. She needed once more to return to her tree, and...to remain there for a very long time to come, but she had a few last loving words for us.“Like Lydia said, when she changed, this isn’t goodbye. We’ll always be able to sense each other, maybe just tentatively at first, but our ties will stay bound, and hopefully grow. Soon, eventually anyway, we’ll be able to talk even, and someday we’ll be able. This is a story about my experience with my cousin sister. This is a fantasy story and it is not based on real experience. This could have become a reality if I had pursued it. I always felt that my cousin was open to this but she did not want to initiate this on her own and neither did I take the courage to press on because of the incestuous nature. The implications would have been really serious if at all it came to light in the family so even though we both felt the closeness it just. Incoherent images float in the peak of the mirrored pyramid which encloses her. She feels her consciousness dissolving into the fog ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The morning was bright, hot for the time of year, a lovely day. But still Serena was despondent, could not join in the feeling – not of happiness, more of relief – that enveloped the town. Yesterday’s battle had been brief, designed to salvage a little honour rather than to provide any real opposition to the invaders. Afterwards the city fathers. That in my opinion would be a complete waste of my Office’s and the Bureaus’ resources,” Morgana replied.“Mage Fen, you voted against the attack against the Coalition on Vanuatu, yet now when the odds of success are even less by a far wider margin, you wish the Enforcement Office to risk exposure to mundanes by going into Iran to turn over every rock to find a few Coalition malcontents?” Mage Julia asked with malice aforethought.“Not at all, I was merely highlighting the hubris of Mage Morgana.