Act V: Observant Man Obey d________________________________________Act V: Observant Man Obey d
BETWEEN THE WASTELAND AND THE SKY [] ACT V: OBSERVANT MAN OBEY’D ________________________________________ Father Drake made sure to keep a pout on his face the entire length of the walk back to the inn. That the walk was only five minutes was certain to have diminished the efficacy of his pout, of this he felt confident. Then there was the comment that the Reverend Lowthwaite had made to him, muttering something sotto voce about “the fangs ruining it” or other.
“They do?” Dra
Act IV: Awkward Last Words________________________________________Act IV: Awkward Last Words
BETWEEN THE WASTELAND AND THE SKY [] ACT IV: AWKWARD LAST WORDS ________________________________________ The man wearing the white gloves walked quickly, the Reverend Lowthwaite close behind him, but not so close as for him to be able to reach her arm or her gun should he decide to make a move. Lowthwaite was certain that the man before her knew that the distance was purposeful. Whether or not he was a paladin, whether or not he was Father Drake, the man had undoubtedly seen a good deal of combat an
Act III: Low Rent Heroes________________________________________Act III: Low Rent Heroes
BETWEEN THE WASTELAND AND THE SKY
[] ACT III: LOW RENT HEROES
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It seemed as though they had been running into battle for a very long time. An endless repetition, rewind, reset, the same performance repeated on a semi-regular basis, the same injuries appearing, the same mindless violence revisited in an incessant parade of the madness of the world.
Though Reverend Lowthwaite and Father Northolt had known one another for only a fortnight, the number of skirmishes they had been in, th
Act II: Old Fashioned Bonding________________________________________Act II: Old Fashioned Bonding
BETWEEN THE WASTELAND AND THE SKY
[] ACT II: OLD FASHIONED BONDING
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If asked to categorise the experience, Reverend Lowthwaite would be hard pressed to describe taking a meal or even a cup of tea with Father Alexander; however, she had no such problem in detailing her feelings at sitting down with the man and breaking bread. Watching him prepare his tea, she felt part bewilderment, part amusement, part fascination, and part nausea.
Honestly, how much sugar could one take with one’s
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I can't say I didn't know about it, but I don't remember taking any part in it. I think my freedom cost me dearly, but I don't remember selling my soul so cheaply.
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"America national sport is called baseballs. It very similar to our sport, Shurik, where we take dogs, shoot them in a field, and then have a party."
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I can't say I didn't know about it, but I don't remember taking any part in it. I think my freedom cost me dearly, but I don't remember selling my soul so cheaply.
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