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  • Christal Mignogna
    How fantastic. I can t wait. :) ~CM ... [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
    Message 1 of 4 , Jun 26, 2011
      How fantastic. I can't wait. :)

      ~CM

      On Sun, Jun 26, 2011 at 10:52 AM, Lynn <lynn.flewelling@...> wrote:

      > **
      >
      >
      > Casket of Souls, copyright 2011 Lynn Flewelling. Do not reproduce or
      > repost. Thank you!
      >
      > Seregil turned over and propped himself against the bolsters. "Did you
      > enjoy your party?"
      >
      > "Of course I did, tal�." Alec moved around to rest his head on Seregil's
      > lean thigh. "I got Elsbet to dance, and I beat all the bakshi players in the
      > dining room while you were cornered by those poets. I don't know why you
      > encourage them. They're such a pack of leeches, fastening themselves to
      > whoever they think will be their patron."
      >
      > "Leeches in packs!" Seregil chuckled at the image, then held up a finger.
      > "Must I remind you that they are leeches who love gossip and have loose
      > tongues, especially when they're drinking?"
      >
      > "Ah. And what did you learn tonight?"
      >
      > "Let's see. Lady Lania is cuckolding her husband with two different lovers
      > and no one knows whose child she's carrying. Duke Northus's wife ran away
      > because he beat her once too often. Korathan's beautiful young Lord Byris
      > gorges on sweets behind closed doors, and keeps his figure by tickling the
      > back of his throat with a goose feather to bring them all up again. Lady
      > Mora is sleeping with Lady Stania. The usual foolishness."
      >
      > "I overheard something more interesting than that." Alec told him of the
      > conversation between Malthus and Duke Oreus. "For a moment there, I thought
      > they were going to take off their coats and go at it."
      >
      > "The heat and the shortages are rubbing tempers raw. When Phoria comes
      > back, things will calm down."
      >
      > "That's not the first time I've heard someone grumbling against the `faie."
      > Alec tugged gently on a lock of Seregil's long hair. "You call attention to
      > yourself, you know."
      >
      > "We're `faie, Alec," Seregil said, eyes fluttering shut. He wound his
      > fingers in Alec's thick hair. "At least I am, as far as anyone knows, and
      > obviously you're in my thrall. No one cares �" He yawned again. "�how long
      > our hair is. And Phoria isn't happy with us anyway, after we cocked up that
      > last job."
      >
      > "Maybe not, but it's things like that that are dividing the nobles," Alec
      > mused. "How can Phoria go out of her way to insult an ally like Aur�nen when
      > they're her greatest source of help now that Mycena is ravaged? And this
      > talk of the queen not considering the treaty? Do you think that may have
      > something to do with whatever it is ?? and ?? are up to?"
      >
      > "Too soon to tell."
      >
      > Alec grinned as he ran a finger over Seregil's chest, admiring the smooth
      > pale skin. "That actor was certainly doing his best to charm you."
      >
      > "Me and everyone else." Seregil looked down at him. "Did it bother you?"
      >
      > "No, tal�. He's just vain and wants your money."
      >
      > "Our money. And you're right about that. Seems we're about to own a partial
      > interest in a theater."
      >
      >
      >


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    • Amy Harlib
      aharlib@earthlink.net Ooh! Yummy! Can t wait for the book! Cheers! Amy ... From: Lynn Sent: Sunday, June 26, 2011 1:52 PM To: Flewelling@yahoogroups.com
      Message 2 of 4 , Jun 26, 2011
        aharlib@...

        Ooh! Yummy! Can't wait for the book!
        Cheers!
        Amy

        -----Original Message-----
        From: Lynn
        Sent: Sunday, June 26, 2011 1:52 PM
        To: Flewelling@yahoogroups.com
        Subject: [Flewelling] Casket of Souls Snippet!

        Casket of Souls, copyright 2011 Lynn Flewelling. Do not reproduce or repost.
        Thank you!



        Seregil turned over and propped himself against the bolsters. "Did you enjoy
        your party?"

        "Of course I did, talí." Alec moved around to rest his head on Seregil's
        lean thigh. "I got Elsbet to dance, and I beat all the bakshi players in the
        dining room while you were cornered by those poets. I don't know why you
        encourage them. They're such a pack of leeches, fastening themselves to
        whoever they think will be their patron."

        "Leeches in packs!" Seregil chuckled at the image, then held up a finger.
        "Must I remind you that they are leeches who love gossip and have loose
        tongues, especially when they're drinking?"

        "Ah. And what did you learn tonight?"

        "Let's see. Lady Lania is cuckolding her husband with two different lovers
        and no one knows whose child she's carrying. Duke Northus's wife ran away
        because he beat her once too often. Korathan's beautiful young Lord Byris
        gorges on sweets behind closed doors, and keeps his figure by tickling the
        back of his throat with a goose feather to bring them all up again. Lady
        Mora is sleeping with Lady Stania. The usual foolishness."

        "I overheard something more interesting than that." Alec told him of the
        conversation between Malthus and Duke Oreus. "For a moment there, I thought
        they were going to take off their coats and go at it."

        "The heat and the shortages are rubbing tempers raw. When Phoria comes back,
        things will calm down."

        "That's not the first time I've heard someone grumbling against the `faie."
        Alec tugged gently on a lock of Seregil's long hair. "You call attention to
        yourself, you know."

        "We're `faie, Alec," Seregil said, eyes fluttering shut. He wound his
        fingers in Alec's thick hair. "At least I am, as far as anyone knows, and
        obviously you're in my thrall. No one cares —" He yawned again. "—how long
        our hair is. And Phoria isn't happy with us anyway, after we cocked up that
        last job."

        "Maybe not, but it's things like that that are dividing the nobles," Alec
        mused. "How can Phoria go out of her way to insult an ally like Aurënen when
        they're her greatest source of help now that Mycena is ravaged? And this
        talk of the queen not considering the treaty? Do you think that may have
        something to do with whatever it is ?? and ?? are up to?"

        "Too soon to tell."

        Alec grinned as he ran a finger over Seregil's chest, admiring the smooth
        pale skin. "That actor was certainly doing his best to charm you."

        "Me and everyone else." Seregil looked down at him. "Did it bother you?"

        "No, talí. He's just vain and wants your money."

        "Our money. And you're right about that. Seems we're about to own a partial
        interest in a theater."



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      • Michelle
        Alec tugged gently on a lock of Seregil s long hair. Seregil said, eyes fluttering shut. He wound his fingers in Alec s thick hair. Alec grinned as he ran a
        Message 3 of 4 , Jun 26, 2011
          Alec tugged gently on a lock of Seregil's long hair.
          Seregil said, eyes fluttering shut. He wound his fingers in Alec's thick hair.
          Alec grinned as he ran a finger over Seregil's chest, admiring the smooth pale
          skin.

          :3


          You're the best, Lynn Flewelling. <3


          ________________________________
          From: Lynn <lynn.flewelling@...>
          To: Flewelling@yahoogroups.com
          Sent: Sun, June 26, 2011 1:52:17 PM
          Subject: [Flewelling] Casket of Souls Snippet!


          Casket of Souls, copyright 2011 Lynn Flewelling. Do not reproduce or repost.
          Thank you!

          Seregil turned over and propped himself against the bolsters. "Did you enjoy
          your party?"

          "Of course I did, talí." Alec moved around to rest his head on Seregil's lean
          thigh. "I got Elsbet to dance, and I beat all the bakshi players in the dining
          room while you were cornered by those poets. I don't know why you encourage
          them. They're such a pack of leeches, fastening themselves to whoever they think
          will be their patron."

          "Leeches in packs!" Seregil chuckled at the image, then held up a finger. "Must
          I remind you that they are leeches who love gossip and have loose tongues,
          especially when they're drinking?"

          "Ah. And what did you learn tonight?"

          "Let's see. Lady Lania is cuckolding her husband with two different lovers and
          no one knows whose child she's carrying. Duke Northus's wife ran away because he
          beat her once too often. Korathan's beautiful young Lord Byris gorges on sweets
          behind closed doors, and keeps his figure by tickling the back of his throat
          with a goose feather to bring them all up again. Lady Mora is sleeping with Lady
          Stania. The usual foolishness."

          "I overheard something more interesting than that." Alec told him of the
          conversation between Malthus and Duke Oreus. "For a moment there, I thought they
          were going to take off their coats and go at it."

          "The heat and the shortages are rubbing tempers raw. When Phoria comes back,
          things will calm down."

          "That's not the first time I've heard someone grumbling against the `faie." Alec
          tugged gently on a lock of Seregil's long hair. "You call attention to yourself,
          you know."

          "We're `faie, Alec," Seregil said, eyes fluttering shut. He wound his fingers in
          Alec's thick hair. "At least I am, as far as anyone knows, and obviously you're
          in my thrall. No one cares —" He yawned again. "—how long our hair is. And
          Phoria isn't happy with us anyway, after we cocked up that last job."


          "Maybe not, but it's things like that that are dividing the nobles," Alec mused.
          "How can Phoria go out of her way to insult an ally like Aurënen when they're
          her greatest source of help now that Mycena is ravaged? And this talk of the
          queen not considering the treaty? Do you think that may have something to do
          with whatever it is ?? and ?? are up to?"

          "Too soon to tell."

          Alec grinned as he ran a finger over Seregil's chest, admiring the smooth pale
          skin. "That actor was certainly doing his best to charm you."

          "Me and everyone else." Seregil looked down at him. "Did it bother you?"

          "No, talí. He's just vain and wants your money."

          "Our money. And you're right about that. Seems we're about to own a partial
          interest in a theater."




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