The workshop table turned over with a crash. Seething, his robes torn, his rage continued to surge. The cabinet he had been hired to build, almost finished, had flown into the opposing wall.
His beloved, his bride as arranged in the traditions of his people, was taken by a rogue band of soldiers. His thoughts were not wasted on their motives or their bigotry; they were operatives for the Devil as far as he was concerned. This heathen army came to his country as an…Continue
Added by Jewellya on January 23, 2012 at 11:00am — No Comments
It was my birthday and I was slow to get out of bed as the grey morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains, but I had a promise to keep.
Alone in the house, I was in no hurry to get my running clothes together, but neither was I lethargic at the task. Today is the first day of Act II of the Life of Julia. Eager, I am, to set the pace for the next thirty…Continue
Added by Jewellya on January 16, 2012 at 11:00am — No Comments