

TemporalYes. Im alive. Apologies of the obscene wait, but I think its to be expected after a major nervous breakdown. Anyway, the update will be faster, although Im now juggling an original work along with it, so that doesnt mean theyll be fast. However, I have the next few chapters plotted out so fingers crossed theyll come faster. I cant promise itll go on beyond this, but I want to tie up this story on some sort of ending, so as I said, fingers crossed.Temporal
This has not been beta-read. If anyone feels up for the job, please email me at skullbearer5@yahoo.co.uk
As it is, I apologise fo


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Someone bending light comes along
& flowers lean towards the sun.
Some people fall in love & touch the sky
Some people fall in love & find quicksand. -Quicksand, Incubus
Raistlin managed to stifle a mental curse before Fistandantilus heard it. But then, what was the alternative? This was the only chance he had, the only option that had even the vaguest chance of succeeding. And, as horrible as it was, it was better than to risk that the lich would succeed in his plans, or to intervene and let the Dark Queen have free reign on Krynn. Briefly, Raistlin wondered how h


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Don't give a fuck about the hell's Gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up straight. So, we pull these jobs to make a little money; No one gets hurt if they don't act funny. -Scooby Snacks, Fun Loving Criminals.
It wasn't even colour. It wasn't anything. Trapped inside his own head, Raistlin couldn't describe what it was like in words. He had no eyes to see, no ears to hear, no hands to feel. But see and hear and feel he did, even though the world outside was completely cut off. He could 'feel' Fistandantilus' thoughts, 'see' the outline of outside, but th


TowerWritten for and dedicated to Chetwynd_Hayes, who's just had a serious operation. Hope this helps you feel better (you can always be glad you're /not/ there)Tower
Meetings in the Tower
Ivory and Ebony interlude.
Wasted thoughts time has lost Something special could grab the air And pull a cloud over your heart But it won't Nothing special will come over you Will come for you -Like it's Your Last, Devil Sold His Soul.
The Tower of High Sorcery was cold.
Usually, that was almost a blessing, it matched Dalamar's mood and made it easier, to take the col
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"what do we want?"
"BRAAINS!"
"When do we want them?"
"BRAAINS!"
*facepalm*
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Slash everything that moves, if it doesn't move, slash it anyway, it might move later- The Barbarian Code.
Fanficcers are like kender, with steal everything, annoy the hell out of the authorities and still deny what we're doing is illegal.
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"what do we want?"
"BRAAINS!"
"When do we want them?"
"BRAAINS!"
*facepalm*
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+ Nothing is True; Everything is Permitted. +
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Ook.
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Commissions at stupidly low prices!! [link]
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