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A couple of hours later, somewhat light headed, Kit followed Tristan into yet another tavern, through the heaving front room and out into a small court, sharp with the scent of recently emptied cess pits. Beyond that was a house where Tristan assured him, he would be bound to find something to his taste. Kit rather doubted it since his taste right at that moment was for a good quart of small beer to take the taste of cheap claret away and a quiet and comfortable bedchamber with no interruptions. However, Tristan seemed inclined to make a night of it and Kit felt it would be churlish to spoil his fun.
“Mother Carey has some new chickens,” Tristan said with a bright grin. “Let’s see what kind of flesh or fowl they are.”

Comments

[metallumai.livejournal.com]

Posts like yours, while being maddening teases, are at least more interesting than many of my friends' November posts. From a few people, all we get is the word count and a bunch of sighing, and an overwhelming sense of HASSLE! :D!

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

does this even need an editor? or are you sekritly polishignthe flowafter your daily flow of words? if this is the first tiem yo uwrite the stuff then yay for hitting the narrativen ail right on the head. i'm hooked.