In the small dark village of Yakathaim
Near the edge of blackness vale
I spied a bronzen man who came
O’re the rocky mountain trail

His boots were cov’ed in gritty dust
His hands were worn and rough
His sword was red with years of rust
And His voice was thick and gruff

“Ho, thou long worn traveling-man,”
I hailed him on the road,
“Come hence, I’ll give thee a hand,

Chapter Five
Arya’s Twentieth

Arya rolled out of bed, pulling her tunic over her head.
She curled up on the window-seat choosing a book from the bookshelf.

“And o’re the gloaming sea,
a band of pirates came,
to slaughter all misfortunates,
who in their bloody path lay.”

Arya yawned, slamming the book closed,
selecting a different book from the shelf.

This story is fan fiction about a character named "Arya" from the "Inheritence Quartet" by "Christopher Paolini."
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Chapter One: Life or Death

My two fictional heroes.

Captain Horatio Hornblower and Captain Jack Aubrey finally meet.

Chapter One
Admiralty Orders

The road goes ever onward, where to I do not know
To sunlit lands or mountain peaks or gentle river flow
Wherever to I will not mind, my heart has led me here
Adventure waits around the bend, I feel it very near

When morning comes I hope it finds my feet in distant lands
In homely cottages of old, or maybe castles grand
Wherever it will lead me, I will go with eager heart

This is going to look really long and scary, but-- Ok, never mind. It is long. And it might be scary. But I promised it, so here it is. Have fun...

07.23.06

Yes, I’m still on this. No, I have not given up Turkish Delight forever. Third time’s the charm, right?

Turkish Delight: An Episode in the Culinary Life of Aisling Maloney

Ah, yes. The fateful day dawned. The first thing I did upon coming downstairs was to lift the pan off the Turkish Delight and peek at it. It looked just like it had the day before, but I wasn’t to be daunted. It seemed an unbelievably long time until 2:30. I checked the clock(s) continually. And then, finally, twenty-four hours had passed.

Once upon a time--indeed upon the beginning of time as we know it--there lived a wizard.

Not the sort of wizard that wears a blue robe with bright yellow stars on it, and sits and stirs a cauldron all day. No, he was a real wizard.”

“What did he look like?” Rannon interrupted.