Anatra

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Ooo, sounds good!

My book cover premises are so vague one can hardly tell the setting. =| I should probably work on that.

Have you ever read And God was There (by a US chaplain who I can’t remember his name)? Something about your premise just reminded me of it.

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Mikkel

It always haunts us.

“I know.”

He pulled out his watch, but put it back without knowing the time.

Maybe talking didn’t help.

Maybe nothing helped.

But perhaps, just perhaps, there was something.

“Would you like to sing?”

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Good job! Still Good sounds highly interesting – or looks it, since this is a collage.;)

Oof. I’m guessing it’s set in Vietnam, and is about God’s faithfulness and goodness. Am I right?

By the way, is Alan pronounced with a long ‘a’ or a short one? I was thinking a short one, but then I noticed it only had one ‘l’.

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Okay, I’m guessing…Vietnam?

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Mikkel

“And most of those things I’m not proud of.”

Another broken soldier wanting to help Mikkel’s wounds.

What was Annia doing right now? Probably praying.

“Haven’t we all?” Mikkel smiled, but it was made of tears, not mirth. “We broke this world, and we can’t fix it.”

They walked in silence for a moment.

“Does talki…[Read more]

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You’re welcome! (Exactly!)

It’s all right. I am not much nicer to mine. 😉 All our characters need hugs. but still… 

Why are we so mean to them!?

*Sniffle*

*Wink*

Yes you do! And when/if you do read it, you need to tell me so we can compare favorites/least favorites. 🙂 I can tell you now that Brother Enemy is my fa…[Read more]

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Mikkel

“Are you okay?”

Mikkel blinked, the screaming shell and silent world had vanished. His knees tried to buckle, pain searing nerves…

But he was still here. In this unknown castle.

“Forgive me. I do not attend. What did you say, chap?”

“Let’s follow the them. Are you sure you’re alright?” Riker’s brow f…[Read more]

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Oh no. He pulled that phrase out? I’d SAY he’s got some attitude! XD

Mikkel

The air between them had to be shooting sparks at this point. Mikkel stepped back. No need to get singed.

“Ezra.” The lady had her hands on her hips.

What was this about?

If we’re open with you…

Guilt clouded Mikkel’s eyes…but not even the c…[Read more]

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Mikkel

“What…what about you?” Riker stumbled on the words, his eyes diverted.

“Well, I’m not married. Would be strange for an eighteen year-old soldier don’t you think?” He laughed, and jammed his helmet back in place.

“I have a little sister though. She’s still at home, thank God. Then there’s Otto, my Guardian, and his wife…[Read more]

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Okay, so…

I just read those last few scenes for Riker and Leon. I know that’s late, but I actually thought I had already read them. Then I found myself wondering, “When did Leon put Riker at knife point?”

Lo and behold!

First of all, I really liked them. And that feels like an understatement considering that I had to stop in…[Read more]

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Algermain = the Germanish language in the kingdom of Eintrachtam.

Mikkel

Mikkel shrugged. “As long as you don’t have flu or typhus, I see no reason why I would mind.” He offered a smile.

Their steps echoed faintly down the hall, calling back of empty chambers. Windows gazed into open, star-filled night, untainted by smoke and…[Read more]

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Uh oh. I’m not sure I want to meet Hans. =O

Mikkel

Sleep. Dreams.

Riker’s smile never reached his eyes.

No wonder.

Mikkel turned around, probing the grand hall. “Does anyone know who owns this place?”

Exchanged glances, no answers.

Long tapestried walls

“Fiddles.”

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Mikkel

Prison camp…Oswald…

No!

“Ah, yes.” Mikkel accepted Ruler’s handshake. “Private Mikkel Winston, King’s Mariner 2nd division, Sir.”

Stop saying that.

“Many apologies, Lieutenant, sir.”

Fiddles.

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Wowsers. That’s more songs than I can find for all my characters.

Maybe I should actually look about more. =}

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Mikkel

The gun lay still for a moment before anyone moved.

“Ah! You chaps know each other?” The safety clicked on Mikkel’s rifle. “Are you part of the Uppity Servicemen too? I feel more a stranger each moment.” Mikkel bowed, ignoring Ezra’s death glare.

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Mikkel

“Ally or enemy?” The soldier demanded in Algermain, then in the common tongue.

Mikkel switched languages.

“Ally of whom? I’m a soldier of the Pact, if that’s what you want.”

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OH MY WORD! I JUST REMEMBERED, MIKKEL KNOWS GERMAN! It’s part of a weird culture swap in my books, but then, it may be wise for him to start talking. Although I’d kinda like to spook Ezra. Mikkel does have a pretty awful accent in it though.

Mikkel

Mikkel switched the safety off his firearm, as Ezra located the door. The…[Read more]

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Yayyy! I’m so glad you like it! It’s definitely both my favorite and my least favorite part of the tale.

Ugh, yes! XD You are so cruel!

Keep it up! XD

But it’s not like we really enjoy killing off these characters; it’s just that we love the story element to it and how these deaths build character. And yes, realistic…[Read more]

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Hmmm…if you want to go ahead and and throw him in, I’m game! (I honestly realize it untill now. Not like this)

Mikkel

“What are you two laughing about?”

Mikkel tuned around, one hand massaging his left hip. “Forgive my stupidity. I do not attend: what were we speaking of?”

He shifted his rifle strap, easing the weight to his leg.