11.30.05 - 11:35 p.m.

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Yay! If you want to read a completely unedited fantasy novel without an apparent plot and with a completely new character 4/5 throguh the story, let me know and I will email a copy to you.

- Me

In the meantime, here's a sample:

�Yes, welcome,� Irenia interrupted, irritation stamped in her sharp tone. �Welcome welcome welcome.� The old woman snorted and rolled her eyes at her daughter-in-law, and none too subtly at that. She did not invite Eremita to sit, and so he remained standing, his hands clasped behind his back, a polite if long-suffering smile curling the corners of his mouth upward. Irenia was a wasp of a woman, thin as a preying mantis, with that insect�s unusually long, slender limbs arrayed about a squat and compact that seemed to have shriveled down from something larger, more appropriate to her arms and legs. Whether she received him in the green room, the red room, the white room or the sapphire room, she usually reclined on the only piece of furniture common to all of them, her lustrous crimson fainting couch, the red satin brocade upholstery with cloth-of-gold and embroidered with spun silver thread. �It is a glorious day, it is a terrible day, the sun is brilliant and shall be the death of me. Your walk was doubtlessly constitutional and you are not pleased but charmed to see us -- � Irenia�s skirts rustled as if a small mammal were trapped within and her lapdog � the size of a teacup, no more � erupted suddenly from beneath her bustle, launching itself at the Commandant.