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Well, it's been a while since I've felt motivated enough to work on fanfiction of any kind. But I went on a spree and finished Legacy this weekend. Finished! As in "the end," "fini," "terminado!" And it only took, what? Two years? (*sheepish grin*)
(After double-checking for typos, it'll be off to Darkhaven. Then maybe I can actually start working on an ending to
zaki's story.)
And since I enjoy posting snippits, I thought I'd add a few for the grande finale of Legacy. Random cookies from Chapter 17 -- fat free and in no particular order. Enjoy!
Legacy17 Fat-Free Cookies
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He felt a queasy feeling grip his stomach in a clamp and yank downward as his jaw dropped open disbelievingly.
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It was a slight push from a gentle yet powerful hand, little more than a magical pep-talk.
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His heart was suddenly in his throat as he plunged into a violent freefall. Everything around him was dark as pitch and the swirling sensation that filled his head as he fell only served to disorient him even more. What was worse, he had no idea where the others were. He was able to focus on very little else as he tumbled through space.
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Smooth, bonehead! If you want to sweep her off her feet, you’re going to need to use something a little better than the oral equivalent of a lint brush!
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He wanted to be angry, wanted to be unabashedly enraged, tried to force it to erupt from inside him, to take out all his frustration and hurt on this person.
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The brandishing of such power had left remnants of an unpleasant electric tingling that seemed to crawl beneath her flesh for days. She recalled rubbing fiercely at her exposed skin, trying to force the sensation out through her very pores, along with the memory of what had caused it.
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And damn it all! Is it part of the stinkin’ job description that to be ‘Master of Dungeons’ one must also be ‘Master of the Double-Entendre’? . . . . ‘Unexpectedly’? At an ‘unforeseen time’? In a ‘strange place’? Um . . . yeah. Yeah. And hell yeah.
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Probably for the best, he thought, suddenly understanding why Bobby had always been so fidgety when it came to the ‘gushy stuff.’ After all, the majority of Eric’s most embarrassing moments had more to do with his lifelong battle with Foot-in-Mouth Syndrome and downright bad karma, which he tended to bring upon himself. Not many of them ever fell into the ‘gushy’ category, quite simply because there was never much to gush about.
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“I thought I had it figured when you appeared to us in Tardos Keep,” he said, indicating both himself and his daughter. “I certainly hadn’t expected to see you there. Course, it would have been stranger if you had shown up wearing your old horn and dress . . . .”
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(After double-checking for typos, it'll be off to Darkhaven. Then maybe I can actually start working on an ending to
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And since I enjoy posting snippits, I thought I'd add a few for the grande finale of Legacy. Random cookies from Chapter 17 -- fat free and in no particular order. Enjoy!
Legacy17 Fat-Free Cookies
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
He felt a queasy feeling grip his stomach in a clamp and yank downward as his jaw dropped open disbelievingly.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It was a slight push from a gentle yet powerful hand, little more than a magical pep-talk.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
His heart was suddenly in his throat as he plunged into a violent freefall. Everything around him was dark as pitch and the swirling sensation that filled his head as he fell only served to disorient him even more. What was worse, he had no idea where the others were. He was able to focus on very little else as he tumbled through space.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Smooth, bonehead! If you want to sweep her off her feet, you’re going to need to use something a little better than the oral equivalent of a lint brush!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
He wanted to be angry, wanted to be unabashedly enraged, tried to force it to erupt from inside him, to take out all his frustration and hurt on this person.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The brandishing of such power had left remnants of an unpleasant electric tingling that seemed to crawl beneath her flesh for days. She recalled rubbing fiercely at her exposed skin, trying to force the sensation out through her very pores, along with the memory of what had caused it.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
And damn it all! Is it part of the stinkin’ job description that to be ‘Master of Dungeons’ one must also be ‘Master of the Double-Entendre’? . . . . ‘Unexpectedly’? At an ‘unforeseen time’? In a ‘strange place’? Um . . . yeah. Yeah. And hell yeah.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Probably for the best, he thought, suddenly understanding why Bobby had always been so fidgety when it came to the ‘gushy stuff.’ After all, the majority of Eric’s most embarrassing moments had more to do with his lifelong battle with Foot-in-Mouth Syndrome and downright bad karma, which he tended to bring upon himself. Not many of them ever fell into the ‘gushy’ category, quite simply because there was never much to gush about.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“I thought I had it figured when you appeared to us in Tardos Keep,” he said, indicating both himself and his daughter. “I certainly hadn’t expected to see you there. Course, it would have been stranger if you had shown up wearing your old horn and dress . . . .”
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