#Jewel Of The North Part 7

[criticallyinneedofadar]

Masterlist

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Rings of Power

Elrond (interconnected one shots)

A Flower Among Stone

The Price of Compassion

Among Friends and Enemies

A Jewel in the Garden

To Wonder At the Stars

Adar

Starlight Jewels - One Shot

Beyond Hope - One shot

A Life Lost in Time- One shot, can be read with Beyond Hope.

Alliance of Shadows- Series (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9) (Chapter 10) (Chapter 11) (Chapter 12) (Epilogue)

Across Time- (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3)(Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9) (Chapter 10) (Chapter 11) (Chapter 12) (Chapter 13) (Chapter 14) (Chapter 15)

Berries- One Shot

Yuletide Joy- One Shot

Elendil

Together in Grief - One Shot

A Grave Homecoming- One shot

The Valar's Blessing - One Shot

Summer Rain- Ask

Cargo Barrels - One Shot

Errands- Ask

The Banks of Edhellond- Ask

Gil Galad

The Weight of the Weary - One Shot

Lovely Thorn (Part 1 ) (Part 2 )

An Unexpected Joy- One Shot

Royal Duties- One Shot

Beside You - One Shot

Celebrimbor

An Artist's Gaze- One shot

Lemon Cakes and a Melody- One Shot

Male Reader- Ask

The Princess of Lindon- One Shot

Steel and Song- Ask

Lord of the Rings

Faramir

Ask

The Hobbit

Thorin Oakenshield

A Song of Home- One Shot

Public Relations(hips)- One Shot

House of the Dragon

Cregan Stark

The North

Game of Thrones

Benjen Stark

The Ranger and the Wildling

[syndrossi]

Now I REALLY WANT something where Ser Thoren DOES rescue the boys and reunites them with Daemon earlier, largely because I want to see what happens when the Volentenes attempt to kidnap them while they're with their father.

Oooh, that WOULD be spicy, wouldn't it? I imagine the way it plays out initially is:

Ser Thoren brings them back up north to catch a ship to King's Landing.

Allard dispatches his men in search/pursuit of them.

After a week of failed searching (Crayne convinces Allard to keep it on the down low), Allard finally informs Rhea via raven that the boys are missing. She reaches out to Rhaenyra to have a raven sent to Daemon in the Stepstones and sends out ravens throughout the Vale to be on the lookout for the boys. Ser Thoren and the twins set sail from the Fingers.

Rhea rides south to Gulltown chasing a rumor about the boys, accident (or is it?) occurs just before Daemon arrives in Runestone for answers. Ser Thoren and the twins arrive at Dragonstone, as he wants the matter somewhat discreetly handled. Rhaenyra is here, just as in canon, and sends a raven to Runestone.

Daemon confronts Rhea, forces the confession, and this time the raven that reaches him isn't of the boys' kidnapping, but Rhaenyra's that the boys are safe in Dragonstone, which he immediately sets out for.

The big meet happens there, and Daemon and Rhaenyra fly the twins to King's Landing. There is much fanfare, but none of the urgency of Resonant, because the boys were never truly kidnapped. Viserys is pleased that Daemon's a father, but there's no "hand in the hearth" debriefing, so he has no reason to believe the boys are prophecy children. There is no 24/7 knight rotation, and boys are far less traumatized (though Rhaegar is still mourning Rhaella and Rhea) and Jon's not hurt.

Probably a few weeks pass without incident. The boys settle in, Daemon escorts them around the Dragonpit, though without success. (To Rhaegar's utter heartbreak.)

Daemon has no catalyst to set him after Volantis, so he's trying to figure out what to do now that he's a single dad. He also feels fairly safe taking them out into the city.

Meanwhile, the Volantenes + Jephyro are already aware of the new circumstances and have sailed into King's Landing to set up an attempt there...

Here's part one of an innocent outing in the city that may be about to turn into something quite a lot more dangerous...

x~x~x

"What about this one?" Daemon pointed at the clasp that had caught his eye—and clearly Rhaegar's—against the dark velvet that held the jeweler's various works: silver shaped into a dragon curled around a deep red garnet. "Do you have another?"

"Another, my prince?" the man repeated, before comprehension dawned. He looked between Daemon's two sons. "I could fashion a twin to it easily enough."

Daemon stole a glance at Jon to gauge his interest. His other son had proven himself to be less enthused about the finery afforded him in his new station. Allard Royce and whatever passed for clothing in the Vale were partly to blame for that, he presumed.

Jon's gaze was on a different piece, however, that of a silver wolf's head with eyes of smoothly-polished sapphire. It had no relation at all to their own house, better suited to the houses of the southern Crownlands and northern Stormlands who bore wolves upon their crest. But the longing in his face was clear, along with an undercurrent of sorrow.

He does not know to ask, Daemon thought with a familiar simmering anger at the reminder that his sons had spent their childhood being denied all that they were due.

It would not have been his choice, but boys formed all sorts of fascinations, and although wolves were no dragons, they were worthy enough in their own way. "Would you like that one, Jon?" he asked, reaching for the clasp.

He was immediately met with a grey-eyed stare so filled with uncertainty that his own heart ached. "It is a beautiful piece," Daemon said.

"I—" Jon swallowed, gaze returning to the clasp, then flicking up at the jeweler. "Could you change the eyes?"

The jeweler, sensing a sale, smiled encouragingly. "Easily enough. What suits your fancy, young prince? I have some emerald stones that could be fitted."

"What about the red stone in the dragon clasp? Do you have more of it?"

"The garnet? I do. I also have ruby, should that be more to your preference." The jeweler disappeared into his work room, emerging after a moment with a small cloth of both garnet and ruby gems, some rough and others worked, that he laid out on the table.

Jon looked between them. He seemed drawn at first to the ruby, touching a finger to it, but his mouth firmed with decision as he pulled back. "The garnet." He glanced at his brother. "So that we match."

"I shall have the modifications completed by tomorrow," the man said with a bow, before turning his gaze back to Daemon. "Is there anything else that you seek, my prince?"

"I have been told you have experience working with dragon scales."

The jeweler's expression brightened, this time with interest. "I do. I have done work for Princess Rhaenyra, and even Queen Alysanne herself, many years back."

His sons watched him with nearly identical expressions of curiosity as Daemon withdrew a thick red scale from his pouch, partly split by a glancing blow from one of the Triarchy's small ballistae that they lugged onto the shores of the Stepstones in hopes of a lucky shot before their inevitable destruction by dragonflame.

"What can you make of this?"

The jeweler took the scale from him with a hushed reverence, examining it from various angles. "I can shape it into smaller pieces and fashion a fetching pendant. Several, even. A gold setting would be striking, or--" He glanced at their silver-and-garnet selections. "Or silver, if that is more to your liking. If my prince cares to return in half an hour, I can make some sketches for your review for the pendant itself."

"Can you design one of a dragon's head?" Rhaegar asked. His look at Daemon held an uncertainty not unlike Jon's earlier. "We could have one apiece."

"The three heads of the dragon?" Daemon kissed the two heads within reach. "That feels fitting to me."

"I shall focus my efforts on dragon designs, then," the jeweler said with another bow, and Daemon could not tell if his enthusiasm was from the opportunity to work with such a rare material, or the growing purse he anticipated receiving.

Even if Viserys weren't cheered enough by his return and meeting his sons to see it paid directly from the royal treasury, Daemon had spent very little of his own allowance these past few years. There were scant opportunities in the wastes of the Stepstones.

It was getting past midday, long enough since breakfast for hunger to make itself known in the growling stomachs of growing boys. The taverns at the base of Aegon’s Hill catered to visiting nobles and rich merchants of the area, their fare a good deal finer than would be found just a few roads further south, near the harbor.

A royal visitor was not uncommon in these parts, though it still afforded them a quiet table away from the small pocket of knights well on their way to a drunken stupor not even halfway through the day. He would have numbered among them once, Daemon mused. Not the knight part, of course. But he had drunk his way through most of the taverns in the city in his youth, often dragging Viserys along. His brother had been a more exuberant drunk then, prone to wild capers he would not otherwise consider when sober.

I wonder if he might consider stealing away some night. Even a king could wear a cloak, and if any tavernkeep were to notice, he would wisely pretend otherwise. It would do him good to remember life outside those walls.

And it would scandalize Otto Hightower, which was reason enough in itself.

Daemon turned his attention back to the twins, both of whom seemed comfortable enough in the tavern, though he imagined they would not have seen one growing up isolated in the Gates of the Moon. “I take it Ser Thoren brought you to a few inns along the way,” he said.

“Only a few,” Jon said. “On the road north through the Vale.”

A carafe of wine was brought to the table, along with bread fresh enough from the oven to be steaming. Slices of cold meat and cheese were brought out soon after. Daemon limited himself to a single cup, and let each of his sons try a sip, taking in their mutual nose crinkles at the taste with fond amusement that turned faintly bittersweet. There were many expressions he had still to learn, to discover which emphasized their similarities and which their differences.

Each delighted him, though he had a special fondness for when they mirrored one another. It spoke to an extra bond between them that comforted him somehow.

A special treat of warm, gooey raspberries served in a bowl with a generous heaping of cold cream atop it had been sent to their table, and both his sons had eagerly devoured theirs before turning faintly envious eyes to Daemon’s own half-eaten portion.

“Is there anything else you would like to see before we return to the jeweler, and then the keep?” he asked once they had finished off his dessert.

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Seth J. Frantzman

Syria is still divided. Turkey occupies part of the north and has used the former Syrian rebel groups to fight Kurds, primarily the US-backed Syrian Democratic Forces (SDF), who control eastern Syria. Meanwhile, HTS controls Idlib in northern Syria. The Syrian regime controls the major cities in the west: Hama, Homs, and Damascus.

Aleppo is now vulnerable. This shows the unintended consequences of Iran’s policy.

Tehran backed Hamas, which led to the October 7 attack of Gaza border communities. Iran asked Hezbollah to strike Israel that day in the North, and Hezbollah began its attacks the next day.

Israel had to focus on Hamas during most of the last year, but in September, the Jewish state shifted its focus to fight Hezbollah.

Hezbollah has now lost many fighters and a large portion of its arsenal. The new ceasefire lets it have some breathing space, but it is in no way capable of helping Damascus.

Hezbollah’s new leader Naim Qassem is also not Hassan Nasrallah, who was a friend of Soleimani. Now, they and other Iranian-backed figures are all dead. Abu Mahdi al-Muhandis was killed alongside Soleimani in a US airstrike in Baghdad in 2020. The major Iranian axis players are now removed from the border. This has weakened the Syrian regime.

History had other plans for the Syrian regime

UP UNTIL a week ago, the Syrian regime thought history was going its way. It had normalized ties with Egypt and several key Gulf states. Iran’s diplomats were making major inroads in the region, including in Egypt and the Gulf. Iran had joined BRICS and was working closely with Russia. Tehran was sending Russia drones and had also prodded militias in Iraq and Yemen to attack Israel.

Iran believed Israel was isolated, but now Tehran may be struggling. Syria’s regime is the jewel in Iran’s crown. It is a major asset, and its weakness makes the Islamic Republic vulnerable.

Tehran uses Syria to move weapons to Hezbollah. Israel has vowed not to let Hezbollah rearm. Iraqi militias, backed by Iran, are also key to Tehran’s strategy. They may move to Syria now to help the regime in the Aleppo battle. These militias include Kataib Hezbollah, Asaib Ahl al-Haq, Harakat Hezbollah al-Nujaba, and others. They have an influence in the middle of the Euphrates River Valley, which is called the MERV. On the eastern side of the MERV are US forces and the SDF. The SDF is the main group that controls eastern Syria and is backed by the US in the fight against ISIS.

The crisis in Aleppo could force the Syrian regime to strip defenses elsewhere in the country. This could help ISIS or could lead Iraqi militias to move into areas of Syria.

Those militias could end up threatening the Golan as well as US forces in Syria, as they have in the past. This is important and comes as incoming US President-elect Donald Trump is preparing to take office. Trump had sought to withdraw American forces from Syria in 2018 and 2019. This means many fronts are in play in the region.

What began on October 7 with the Hamas attack and Iran mobilizing militias for a seven-front war against Israel could backfire for Iran. However, Tehran is still trying to harm Israel, especially by moving weapons to the West Bank to help its proxies there. Israel thwarted one Iranian-backed smuggling attempt over the past week. This means that the Islamic Republic is still trying to set things aflame. However, Iran must now watch what is happening in Aleppo.

[casual-tarot]

Pick a Pile: Messages From Loved Ones Who Have Passed On

Pile 1

Stay strong. I know that sounds like a very cliche message, but it's so much more then that. Stay Strong! Don't give up! Keep moving forward! You can do this! We love you and we are here for you! Support is what I'm getting. Let out your angry tears, scream, cry, yell. Let out all your emotions, they want you to feel. Let yourself mourn them, don't keep it bottled up. Receive help from others. Your loved ones see you hurting and want you to seek love from those still with you. Cry into somebody's shoulder, tell someone what you've been going through, accept those helping hands. You still have people who love you and who want to help you, let them. If they knew you when you were a child or baby, they are remembering you back then. If they didn’t, they are remembering when they first met you, and those early days of your relationship. Either way, they're reliving those moments where they got to watch you grow before their very eyes. The early stages of getting to know you. It's a very fond, very bittersweet fact. We will meet again, they want me to tell you, I promise baby/my love(they may have called you by those nicknames.) I'm also getting the vibe that some parts of the group had love ones who spoke another or more then one language, and that they may be referring to you by a endearing term from their culture. (Mija/mijo comes to mind since I'm Mexican myself) Don't stop loving people. Let yourself build new relationships. Your loved ones do not want you to give up on new love, whether it be platonic or romantic. Some of you may feel like you would be replacing or betraying those who passed by loving new people. They want you to know this is not the case, and that they know you would never replace them. They want you to make new friends, fall in love again, spend more time with family. Take what resonates with you. Overall, they want you to love again, and continue loving. Never let that spark in you die, it's a beautiful thing.

Signs from them; Fire and Flames, Birds, Peacock's, Doves, the Sun and Moon, Egyptian Customs and Deities, Blue Jewels, White Rabbits, White Flowers, Fireflies, Red String, Monkey's, Big Swirling Clouds, Mountains, Rivers, Bamboo, Eagles, Deer, Hummingbird, Horses, Crows, Mountain Goat's, Fairies, Purple Jewels, Cultural Paintings, Green Jewels, Bottled Messages, Last Quarter Moon, Waxing Crescent Moon, Waning Gibbous, Sprouting Plants, Rain, Wattler Droplets, 7, 11, 2, 77, 22, 6, 4, 3, 777, 33, 44, 9, 222, 2222, 22222, 5

Think of Them When you See or Hear; Look for them in your traditions, in dances and folklore and rituals, they are there with you. Filipino Mythology, Watermelon, the Movie Mulan, String Lights and Decorations, Bowls of Liquid, Red Bridges, Disney, Marbles, Marble, Pink Hearts, Hearts in General, Chiron, Mars, Pluto, North Node of the Moon, Aries, Libra, Gemini, Aquarius, Leo, Pisces,

Pile 2

The first thing I think your loved ones want to tell you is that they are in a better place now. Somewhere bright and beautiful and happy. They want to reassure you of that very strongly for some reason, and that they will see you again one day. I think that this loss has been really really hard on you. It could have been recent, or maybe someone you were extremely close with, maybe even both. Either way I feel like this feels like one of those deep dark despair's you think you will never be able to climb out of, and I think your loved ones want you to slowly pick yourself back up. It's going to get better my dear/baby/love, I promise. Get up, please. That's what I'm hearing. They may have called you any number of endearment or nicknames. I'm hearing mom for some of you, maybe you had a child or pet that passed(mom doesn't necessarily only mean female, it could be any gendered parent or gaurdian). In any case I am so sorry for your loss, I know this must be devastating. But you loved ones are sending you so so much love. Like, it's indescribable how much love is being put out there for you. I'm imagining the ghost of them hugging you without you knowing it. Getting strong fire sign energy here, take that as you will. I think they want you to know that their death was peaceful, no matter how it happened. The passing was quiet, like sinking into a pool of water. It didn't hurt at the end, it just felt like going to sleep. I'm getting very emotional here and I think that may be because your loved one is too. I think some of them are desperate to let you know that they were, and are, ok. It's not your fault. Some of them desperately want you to know and understand that. Stop blaming yourself. Some of you are so so hard on yourself when it comes to their passing and they are desperate to tell you that they could never blame you, that none of this is your fault no matter what you think. Please believe me, they say. They want you to know how strong you are for all of this, to know you will get through this because of that strength. They also want you to spend time with friends and family, loved ones. They will help you heal. Let them know what's going on and what you feel, so go and hug them and cry into their shoulders. You are not yet alone, and you never will be either. I think that some of your loved ones need to pass on now, they won't be able to send you as many signs and won't be able to be with you all the time anymore. This doesn't mean they're leaving completely, just that they won't be around as often. You can seek them out, whether that be through tarot, candles, prayer, or even just talking out loud to them, they will still always be with you in those ways. But I think this is a way to help you move on. The less you are reminded of them in everything you see, the easier it will be to breathe, to not be suffocated in their ghost. You will take one deep breathe, and then another, and then before you know it, you are living again. And I think that's all they ever wanted for you.

Signs From Them; Peacock's, Birds, Roses, Thorns, Stars, Night Sky, Crescent Moon, The Ocean, Lakes, Ponds, Fire and Flames, Everytime a Fireplace is Lit, Hawk's, Resolved Arguments(they came in to help bring the peace), Vultures, Red and Orange Flowers, An animal receiving help, Pets getting adopted, Mountains, Elephants, Eels, Happy Families, Pets Bringing Family Happiness, Spirit Animals, The Grim Reaper, Helping Animals, The Sun, Rivers, Salmons, Dogs, Cats(some of you definitely lost Pets, I'm so sorry❤️), Rabbits, Spiders, Webs, The beauty of Space, Your Favorite Childhood Cartoons, Their Favorite Childhood Shows, Bottled Messages, Purple Jewels, Blue and Dark Blue Jewels, Violet Jewels, Paintings, Art, Objects getting Miraculously Fixed/Repaired, New Moon, First Quarter Moon, Waning Gibbous Moon, Full Moon, Rain, Drops of Water, Tools(not sure why this one is a sign for some of you but they really wanted me to say it lol), Whispers, The Wind, I heard "Whispers on the Wind," The Cold, 5, 4, 55, 6, 44, 1, 66, 7, 3, 11, 33, 2, 1111, 111, 555, 12, 1212, 77, 22, 222

Think of Them When You See or Hear; Puzzles, Hair Clips, Accessories, Disney, Rubber Bands, Mechanical Parts and Tools, Art Erasers, DW(from Arthur,) Arthur the show, Francine(from Arthur), Fantasy Weapons, Swords, Daggers, Wrenches, Mechanics, Mercury, The Sun, Saturn, Neptune, Jupiter, Chiron, Taurus(Very Important for Some of You), Aquarius, Gemini, Pisces

Pile 3

Your loved ones are so proud of you! You've accomplished great things and if you feel you haven't yet, you will! I'm imagining an old granny clapping along excitedly at her grandkids, that sort of excitement. These loved ones seem very happy and optimistic. They believe in everything you do and practically leap with joy whenever something good happens for you. Very wholesome energy tbh. I get the feeling that some of these loved ones are waiting for you before they let themselves truly pass on. They want you to be with them as they go/walk through the pearly gates, so to speak(you don't necessarily need to believe in heaven for this to resonate). They don't want you to go before your time(I'm hearing something about suicide, so that might resonate with some of you) and in all likelihood, might even send you back were you ever to have any fatal encounters. It's not your time yet so go live your life! It feels almost like a fond scolding. Maybe some of these were kind grandma's lol. They may have also been a romantic partner. Lot of familial love coming in, either they were part of your family or felt close enough to be. Some of you may have big loving families, so the overwhelming familial love makes sense. I'm getting the vibe of getting big hugs, the ones that engulf you, that your family will give you no matter what, even if you've just seen them the day before. Those hugs that are so tight and full of love that the hugger even has to make a little noise of excitement lol. I think they're giving you a lot of spiritual hugs, even if you don't feel like you need it. This is a really positive energy. Maybe you always knew that this person was meant to go in your lifetime, so it wasn't as hard as it could have been. I get the sense that a lot of you spent so much time with these loved ones, that it made their passing a little more bearable. You got to tell them everything you felt about them and got to spend time and bond with them, so much so that it felt ok, fulfilling. There wasn't anything left to say to them because you already said what you needed to when they were here. You don't have any/many regrets when it comes to them because you were always with them, and did everything you wanted with them. They think you are so creative and capable of so much, and they cannot wait to see what else you accomplish in life! If you haven't moved on yet, though I'm getting the sense that many of you have, they are asking you to let yourself. Heal from this and make beautiful things that you can let out into the world. You can make a change in this world and they desperately want to see it, so that when they see you again they can talk about all you did. I think they want me to tell you that when you do finally see each other again, you're going to get the biggest fucking hug you've ever gotten from them! Awe, that sweet. It's an aggressively loving hug haha. They love you so so much, and can't wait to see you again. But only when it's your time!

(Note: I feel like I'm repeating myself a lot in this reading, maybe they had that issue sometimes, or maybe you do. Either way it feels fond in some way, like it was a quirk you loved about each other.)

Signs From Them; A Good Night's Rest, Storms, Snow, Strong Winds, Willow Trees, True Love, Romantic Love, Love between Two People of the Same Gender, Small white flowers, Birds, Large Birds, Orange Yellow White and/or Red Feathers, Lions, Griffin's, Anansi, Webs, Snakes/Serpents, Round Bushes With Flowers on Them, Laughter, Lighthearted Jokes and Pranks, Resolved Fights/Arguments, Healing Wounds/Injuries, Blood(I'm not sure why I'm getting that for some if you but take what resonates), The Virginia Mary(Lady if Guadalupe, Blessed Virginia, Our Lady, Mother of God/Jesus), Jesus, Red Orange and/or White flowers and Roses, The Sun, Motherly Love, Parental Love, Love From a Guardian, Love to a Child, Mexican Culture, Mexican Customs and Traditions, Fertility, Fields of Flowers, Fields of Fruit Trees, Water, The Ocean, Eels, Powerful and Strong Women, The Feeling Of Ambition, Powerful or Strong Hugs, Swans, Yellow and/or Orange Skies, Birds, Peacock's, Egyptian Customs and Traditions, Birds, Hawks, Crying Women(again, not entirely sure why this one popped into my head), Rivers, Stags, Sheep, Lamb, Dogs, Seals, Eagles, Deer, Butterflies, Purple and Violet Butterflies, Blue/Green/Blue Green Flowers, Pink Flowers, Tropical Plants, Turkey Vultures, Chameleons, Pink Hearts, Pink Jewels, Blue/turquoise Jewels, Wedding Rings, Storm Clouds, Windy Clouds, Fire, Sprouting Plants, Full Moon, New Moon, Waxing Gibbous Moon, 3, 6, 5, 8, 2, 7, 66, 55, 77, 666, 1, 555, 22, 11, 33, 111, 1111, 4, 5555, 222, 88, 55555, 888

Think of Them When You See or Hear; Weddings and Marriage, Golden Cups, White Handkerchiefs, Egyptian Stories and Folklore, Blades, Swords, Shepherds, Bells, Trashy Weddings(This Feels Fond), Ignoring Mechanical Work(Also Feels Fond, like personal experiences you or they had), A Cold Beer, Hearts Jewelry, Bottle Caps, Neptune, Uranus, Venus, Mercury, North Node of the Moon, Aquarius, Aries, Scorpio, Leo, Libra, Cancer

(Note 2: I'm getting the vibe that no matter your background, your family and/or loved one was/is very religious, and put a lot of value into cultural customs and traditions, and so there's a lot of religious imagery from different cultures and a lot of customs popping up as well.)

[alpydk]

Red on You (Part 7) "Time Stands Still"

Got the chapter out a little slower than expected. It feels clunky because it's one of those getting the pieces in place type ones and I'm not one for milking a story just because. Good thing this is for my own self-indulgent needs.

Ao3 Link

Rugan sprinted through the streets, the stolen crossbow at the ready, a jewelled arrow to the head of an undead that came into his path. The point ruptured its eye socket, blood and pus pushed inwards to the soft flesh within the skull. Rugan shoved past, ignoring the ache to his shoulder coming with each fire of the weapon. He wouldn’t stop until he was within the academy walls. He couldn’t stop until he was back with Gale.

Reaching the walls was Rugan’s only goal. From there, he could do as had a year ago, use the nearby trees as leverage before hauling himself up to one of the many windows on the upper floor. Once in, he could find everyone, find more weapons, and then they could escape the city together. His lungs burnt as he pulled himself to the cold stone of the nearby festhall. The horde was at its thickest around the main gates of the academy and the sounds of growls and moans were deafening. He could see how they battered lifelessly at the barrier in front of them, as if simply hitting it with enough bodies would cause it to fall.

The gnarled oak tree lay to the north of them, thankfully unguarded, he thought to himself as he shuffled along, sticking to the shadows of the building and hoping he would not be noticed. His body ached, fatigue meshing with adrenaline, and all he could do was silently repeat the scripted proposal he’d been trying to come up with for weeks, in a hope it could soon be said out loud.

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Astarion was unsure what had overcome him as he lay amongst the sheets on the floor of the bedroom, Andora lying in his arms, her warm breath soothing on his neck. Was it the looming sense of death outside the window – the harsh sun or hungering undead, it mattered little - or was it a fallback into old habits, using an innocent person for a chance of survival? Thoughts of Tav swirled in his mind, nights under the stars where he’d had her, and yet with Andora, it had felt different somehow. He shook his head, loosened his fingers from the tip of her braid he’d been mindlessly twirling, and pulled himself away from her relaxed body, reaching for his shirt.

A slam of a door across the hall caused her to sit up sharply, her hands reaching for her trousers. “Do you think it’s those things?”

He didn’t bother to answer, whipping his shirt over his head and pulling his back to the cold wood of the door to listen further to the sounds.

“Wait.” “What am I waiting for? The longer we stay in this room, the more chance of the hatch being blocked.” “We have to be cautious. Follow me.”

Astarion heard the voices, the understanding that there was another way out, someone who might have an idea of the how to leave the city safely. He signalled to Andora, taking in the one last sight of her hips as she pulled at the surrounding leather. A feeling he was in too deep tugged at the back of mind, her eyes lingering a little too long on her.

“What is it?” She asked, stepping up next to him, trying to listen as he was.

He composed himself, a dismissive gesture made towards her. “Survivors, it would seem. We’re going after them.”

Andora pulled herself from the door. “Follow them? But they could be anyone. They could be infected.”

“I’d rather take that chance than be holed up like some kind of prisoner again.”

His words seemed to hint at something more than just the situation they’d found themselves in for the afternoon and she considered his argument, watching the way he tentatively opened the door to peer out, before inevitably leaving her in the room alone. She glanced around, saw the discarded sheets on the floor and, with a small prayer to Ilmater, followed faithfully behind.

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Leonidas moved quickly down the stairs of the tavern, his eyes open for the kitchen or basement where the hatch to the sewers would be located. He found his hand constantly drifting to his hip as if in search of a weapon, always being met with the knowledge that he was unarmed.

“Lee,” Darnys hissed, stopping in the stairwell, her back to the wall. “You have no idea where you’re going.”

“I cannot put you in danger, though. Provide the directions and stay behind me.”

She sighed, unimpressed with the treatment. On the roof, she may have been the damsel in distress, but it was all an act and one she was growing quickly tired of. “Look, you may be a paladin, but I don’t need some knight in shining armour to protect me.”

“You’re just as bad as she is…” he muttered under his breath, thinking back to another time and place. “Very well, I’ll take the rear.” Leonidas sidestepped out of her path, allowing her to lead. The shadows that danced on the wall of the landing over them caught his eye, a motivation to keep moving forward without hesitation.

Reaching the kitchen was a straightforward task, the undead having drifted out onto the streets to join the crowd at the gates. Leonidas was thankful for the array of kitchen knives left abandoned and quickly armed himself, the knowledge that he could now protect himself and Darnys a welcome relief.

Signalling to a corner, she crouched down. “Over here. The hatch to the sewers. Once we go down, we stick to the left most wall. That’ll get us under the school and eventually into the back of a storeroom.”  

“You certainly seem to know your way around the city.”

“Grew up here,” she replied, not entirely lying about her background, pulling at the metal ring with all her strength. As it opened with little effort needed, she glanced at it curiously. “Someone’s used this recently.”

“It could be the owners. Maybe they got out unscathed.”

“Hm.” Darnys’ mind drifted to the departure of Friol, contemplating if their escape taking place was merely an imitation of one done already.

Footsteps in the hallway behind them drew their attention, both instantly moving to the hatch and climbing down the ladder into the welcome darkness of the sewers.

---

“Gale, paladins have turned. Trapped by the main gate. Help me, please. You’re my only hope.”

He’d been in the library resting his eyes for a short while before the sending spell came in, Lissa’s fear evident in the tone of her voice. The sun was now setting over the city, another day somehow survived, and the dancing lights were starting to illuminate the ceilings of the hall he sat within. It took Gale a few moments to come to his senses, the sending spell merging with memories of a warehouse up in flames, Rugan lifeless in his arms.

Wiping away the grogginess with the back of his hand, the spell began to make more sense; the urgency being recognised. He hauled his tired body up and ran for the corridors, trying to ignore the intrusive thoughts of her being torn apart, or the fear she was experiencing trapped in the small room, helpless and alone.

It was the smell that hit him first as he descended the grand staircase into the main lobby, one of rotting meat on a warm midsummer’s day. He clutched his sleeve to his face, attempting to filter out the worst of it with breaths through his mouth. Lucius and Darius pounded at the oak door of the prison Lissa had retreated to, their rattling shrieks setting Gale on edge.

From behind the sleeve, he released a muffled shout, his other hand held out in front of him. “Arde!”

The decomposing paladins fell under the weight of fire and brimstone, the bloodstained rug underneath them instantly turning to ash. With his face charred, embers rising from the rot of his cheek, Lucius clambered to his feet, body contorting unnaturally to find the source of the attack. Dark, soulless eyes settled on the source, and with blackened armour, he charged.

The primal roar released echoed throughout the walls of the hall, a despairing mixture of the monster that lunged and what was left of the man beneath. For a moment Gale hesitated, a small whisper that merged with the idea that maybe he could save those turned. It was too late though, he knew, as Lucius crawled the stairs, armour clanking, bloody and blackened teeth bared ready for the kill.

“Ignis.” The spell was cast with little emotion, not one of self defence or aggression, but a mercy killing, as if Lucius were a sickened animal in need of release from its suffering. Gale watched as the body dropped before him, the only movement being that of the subtle twitching as the muscles burnt, turning to cinders.

He descended the stairs tentatively, stepping around the corpse that lay before him, his eyes drifting between the two lifeless figures of the paladins. The door to the study creaked open, Lissa’s pale blue face peering around the wood, surveying the destruction in front of her. Gale’s shoulders relaxed at seeing her, a thankful smile appearing on his face as she pushed open the door and ran towards him.

The feeling of her arms around him was a needed comfort with everything going on, the death and carnage, being trapped in the one place that should have brought him peace, the loss of his relationship. She clung on to him, and all Gale could do was draw her closer and lower his face into her white hair, breathing in the scent of honeydew and wisteria.

---

Astarion watched as the distant pair before him climbed a ladder from the sewers, vanishing from view. He’d listened as they’d discussed going to the academy, how they would prepare for a further escape from the city once they were better equipped and had the wizards and other paladins at their side. Andora had been quick to agree to following them, but had refused to approach them directly until she was certain that neither had been infected.

She continued to explain quietly as they crept down the sewer tunnel. “I’m not sure entirely how it happened. With the high priest, it seemed so gradual, not like the other priests who had been bitten. We had wanted to give them aid and not long after, he was beset with fever.”

“No bites, no scratches, no ingestion of any form?” asked Astarion, trying to work out precisely what he needed to avoid to continue his survival for a few hundred more years.

She looked up the ladder in front of her, curious as to where it led. “Well, it was all very messy. The blood on his lips might not have all been his…”

“So, no biting them then. That’s one weapon gone, not that rotting corpses look particularly appetising.”

“And what would look appetising?”

He smirked at her, a white fang delicately pinching his lower lip. An icy hand was placed on Andora’s hip, and he pulled her in close to him sharply, her chest pulled flush to his. “Cherry red lips, and eyes dark with desire, my sweet.”

Both knew this wasn’t the time and yet they seemed pulled toward one another, as if another type of curse had been placed upon them. Her lips brushed against his, a wanting to taste him rising within her, a heat she could not pinpoint consuming her from within.

The ground shook above them, destroying the moment, and both looked to the hatch above them, making the unspoken agreement to forget their temptations and ascend into the unknown.

---

Rugan collapsed onto the wooden floor of the classroom, the open window behind him and the early evening breeze brushing past the back of his neck. He closed his eyes, thankful to be somewhere that didn’t contain shambling corpses lurking around every corner, but he knew it was only a matter of time before they penetrated even this location. With this thought, he pulled himself from the floor, the crossbow hanging at his side in his worn hand. He just had to keep moving, keep surviving just as he had in the depths of the cave so long ago.

Trudging the corridors of the academy, he felt unsettled by the silence. This was not as it had been a year ago, under candlelight, with the intentions of robbing the place. Now, the fading sunlight left shadows up the walls that seemed to follow him, the creaking floorboards under his feet whispered nightmares to him. He could swear that he heard Olly muttering to him as he passed a classroom, and he shook his head, trying to block out the noise.

The place seemed to be abandoned as Rugan glanced into the library, seeing no sign of Gale as he had expected, and for a moment a creeping uncertainty entered his mind. That maybe Gale was dead, lying alone somewhere in the building, his soul back with Mystra in the Astral Planes. Rugan leaned back on the doorframe behind him, his eyes falling to the lines of books, ones that Gale had slowly been reading through for him at night, teaching him of subjects that he’d never seen a use for. The Art of Conversation, Waterdeep Customs and Traditions, The Right Steps. They would never dance together again. Gone were the nights of awkward footing on one another toes. No longer would they whisper words of love to one another, share the paper across kaeth, banter over topics of little importance. It was over.

The crash of sound in the near distance drew him from the darkness of his thoughts, his body jumping into action and running for the main staircase where the noise had come from. As he approached, he felt the heat of fallen flames, smelt the stench of charred corpses that lay on the ground, and saw standing before him at the foot of the stairs, that of Gale and a young woman, her lips pressed firmly against his.

Rugan felt the anger rise instantaneously. Forgotten was the situation of the surrounding world. Now there was only the jealousy as he marched down the stairs, the crossbow drawn at the ready. From between clenched teeth, he snarled. “Get away from him, you bitch!”

---

Friol watched the crowd of undead from a distance, her eyes on Tibs and the amulet he carried, her mind coming up with a plan to get hold of it. She just needed a big enough distraction, possibly that of the paladins if Darnys had been successful. This job was not going to fail. It would not be like a year ago, and she would not remain in the pocket of her superiors any longer. All she needed was to retrieve the artefact.

The gate of the academy rattled as the horde battered against it, torn limbs flailing with no other intention than to get into the academy. The amulet pulsed its dull rhythm, the puppet held in its grasp, mumbling the ancient words of dominance over the decaying army. One beat of the gate. One beat of the amulet. Both as one.

The hinges tore from the walls, the gates falling, undead toppling over undead, as the relentless wave of rot and pus flowed into the courtyard leaving the stone cobbles reddened with blood. Tibs dragged his leg behind him, the flesh of his calf peeling over the leather of his boot, white bone left woven with black death. Sanguis et putredo. Vita et mors. Revertere ad factorem tuum.

[scotianostra]

15th January 1923 saw the birth of the wonderfully eccentric and very funny Ivor Cutler.

Born Isadore Cutler in Govan, Glasgow, into a middle-class Jewish family of Eastern European descent. His father Jack Moris Cutler was a wholesale jeweller and had premises at 85 Queen Street. He cited his childhood as the source of his artistic temperament, recalling a sense of displacement when his younger brother was born: "Without that I would not have been so screwed up as I am, and therefore not as creative." And creative he was!

Ivor was educated at the Shawlands Academy.[4] In 1939 Cutler was evacuated to Annan. He joined the Royal Air Force as a navigator in 1942 but was soon grounded for "dreaminess", apparently more interested in looking at the clouds from the cockpit window than locating a flight path, and worked as a storeman. After the war he studied at Glasgow School of Art and became a schoolteacher.

Working at a school in Paisley, however, did not agree with Cutler. He hated discipline that required the strap, having received it more than 200 times himself, and in a dramatic gesture took the instrument from his desk, cut it into pieces and dispensed them to the class.

Leaving Scotland was, he claimed, "the beginning of my life". He settled in London for a time teaching music, dance, drama and poetry to 7- to 11-year-olds. Oh how I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall in on of his classrooms.

His dour recordings bely his existence growing up in Glasgow and seeing his peers arriving at school with bare feet - a fact which, he later claimed, helped form his leftwing political views, aged five - appeared in his hilarious writings, Life in a Scotch Sitting Room Volume 2. With lines such as "Voiding bowels in those days was unheard of. People just kept it in," he used a string of fantastical untruths to expose the reality of his life and the Spartan - and sometimes sadistic - Scottish existence.

He also taught for a time at A S Neil's Summerhill school. Dubbed a hippy academy where a different approach to education was fostered, Summerhill was run with rules agreed between staff and pupils, and the premise was to educate the whole person. This alternative philosophy appealed to Cutler. He lived in the grounds of the school. Ivor married for a time, but his parenting skills did not go down too well with his then wife, they had two sons, he sent one, on his first day at school wearing a kilt, I can see that going down well in England! His son remembers his father once taking him fake fishing,taking him out in the street, with a stick and bit of string and a fork tied on the end dangling in a puddle, being his fishing line, he also says "I couldn't say I was pleased when he felt the need to walk down the street with a carpet sample in place of a tie."

During the late 50's and into the 60's he mixed his teaching with that of entertainment, managing to secure a slot on Acker Bilk Show and Late Night Line-Up. On one such appearance he was spotted by Paul McCartney, who invited Cutler to appear in the Beatles' film Magical Mystery Tour where he played the bus conductor Buster Bloodvessel, and yes the lead singer of Bad Manners took his name from this and was also a fan of Cutler.

Through music, poetry and children’s books the songwriter, poet and “unjoiner” of thoughts perfected a brand of eccentric mischief that made him a favourite of many.

His absurdist songs – sung in dour Glaswegian tones with a wheezing harmonium for company – were an ever-present on John Peel’s radio shows, second only in rotation to The Fall. His darkly whimsical eye can be seen in contemporary British artists like David Shrigley and Martin Creed. And yet Cutler remains something of a marginal figure, known only to a devoted few.

For the latter part of his career, Cutler lived on his own in a flat on Parliament Hill Fields, north London, which he found by placing an ad in the New Statesman saying "Ivor Cutler seeks room near Heath. Cheap!". There he would receive visitors, and his companion Phyllis King, in a reception room filled with clutter, pictures and curios, including his harmonium, some ivory cutlery (a pun, of course) and a wax ear stapled to the wall with six-inch nails - proof of his dedication to the Noise Abatement Society, because of which he forbade his audience ever to whistle in appreciation at his work. The bicycle was his preferred mode of transport, its cow-horn handlebars in the sit-up-and-beg position in line with his Alexander technique practice.

He could quote from Homer, taught himself Chinese and was in the habit of frequenting Soho's Chinatown, where he could display his knowledge - although, typically, he chose Chinese above Japanese because the textbooks were cheaper. With the onset of old age he was increasingly worried about losing his memory, given that his father and brother had both developed Alzheimer's disease. It was a fear that was to be tragically fulfilled. He retired from the stage at the age of 82.

His main champion in the late 70's and 80's John Peel once remarked that Cutler was probably the only performer whose work had been featured on Radio 1, 2, 3 and 4.

Ivor Cutler died after a massive stroke on March 3rd 2006 aged 83.

I could no doubt find many stories about Ivor online but will give you some of his own whimsical word instead, first up is

I Ate a Lady’s Bun

I got taken to gaol.

I ate a lady’s bun.

On her head.

She got a fright.

It was a surprise.

Do not worry I said.

I am eating your bun.

I am hungry for a bun.

Police she cried a good

neighbour heard her

and phoned the

police.

You must not eat a lady’s bun even

if you are hungry.

And I am in jail.

And some of his advice......

5 Wise Saws

1. Do not kick a grocer

on the leg.

2. If you kick a grocer

on the leg, make sure

it’s not a green grocer.

3. If you throw a ball,

it moves in the air.

4. You can not erase a

love letter with a

nipple, no matter how

rubbery.

5. If you empty your bowels

at night, a shepherd

will have a red face

in the morning. -*

[bcbliophile]

Penelope Featherington's verses

Verse 1: Canon

Follows the canon of the book and show.

Verse 2: Canon Adjacent

Follows the canon but changes who she marries, she doesn't accept Colin's apologies and instead weds another and continues to write as Lady Whisteldown.

Verse 3: HOTD

Born into House Redwyne she grew up in the Arbor and when she was old enough was send to Kings Landing to be a lady in waiting to either Queen Alicent, Princess Rhaenyra or Princess Helaena, AU depending. She is the youngest of three daughters, the other two sisters already married off, one to the North and one to House Lannistair.

Verse 4: GOT

Still born to house Redwyne, she came to Kings Landing with her cousin Margery Tyrell as part of her household and stayed on as her lady in waiting until she was arrested.

Verse 5: ACOTAR

Born the bastard of a Spring court noble and a flower nymph, Penelope was raised with her mother, working in her bookshop during the curse and only going to court when summoned by her father. Being a flower nymph she posses those gifts such as being able to revive any plant or grow anything she puts her mind to. When worried or feeling any strong emotion she blooms flowers on her skin and hair that match the emotion. Once spring fell she was taken on by the night court with Lucien as she had been kind to Feyre in the short time that she knew her as an emissary.

Verse 6: Modern 1

A recent college graduate she is living in the city and working as a gossip writer for the local paper. hoping to work her way up to something more in line with her interest.

Verse 7: Modern 2

Penelope went to school for psych and criminology, using her skills she works with the FBI on a case by case basis.

Verse 8: Shadowhunter

Born the daughter of a flower nymph and a high fae Penelope grew up in the Seelie court serving the Queen as an almost spy. She was largely unnoticed and it allowed her to collect whisperings and gossip and bring them back to her.

Verse 9: Emerald of the season

An AU timeline that picks up in season 2 where Penelope is named the emerald of the season as the Queen had insisted on finding someone new and different for her jewel that season.

[ao3feed-timkon]

Batfam fantasy AU

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QxRpFvG

by Zoey_Fowl

There are whispers of the kingdom deep within the rugged mountains, where the line of succession is not determined by age or gender, but by merit and cunning. Of its nefarious king, who hoards children and wives like some men hoard jewels. These rumors are not necessarily true- or at least, not the nefarious part. In the harsh terrain of the north, a man with only a single heir is just as doomed as a man with none. But a man with six children? A true dynastic legacy.

A Batfam fantasy AU, which over the course of three months in my google docs now includes this, a longfic, and several boards covered in pushpins and red string.

Words: 1717, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Batfam Fantasy Aus

Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Talia al Ghul, Barbara Gordon, Koriand'r, Kory Anders, Wally West, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Stephanie Brown

Relationships: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QxRpFvG

[ao3feed-birdflash]

Batfam fantasy AU

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2bPft0H

by Zoey_Fowl

There are whispers of the kingdom deep within the rugged mountains, where the line of succession is not determined by age or gender, but by merit and cunning. Of its nefarious king, who hoards children and wives like some men hoard jewels. These rumors are not necessarily true- or at least, not the nefarious part. In the harsh terrain of the north, a man with only a single heir is just as doomed as a man with none. But a man with six children? A true dynastic legacy.

A Batfam fantasy AU, which over the course of three months in my google docs now includes this, a longfic, and several boards covered in pushpins and red string.

Words: 1717, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Batfam Fantasy Aus

Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Talia al Ghul, Barbara Gordon, Koriand'r, Kory Anders, Wally West, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Stephanie Brown

Relationships: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2bPft0H

[daeron-dondarrion]

BLACKHAVEN — Town map and locations

Blackhaven is the seat of House Dondarrion in the southwestern region of the Stormlands. It is part of the Dornish Marches, located in the northern Red Mountains close to the Dornish border, north of the Wyl River.

1. Blackhaven castle: Located at the heart of the citadel. It serves as the household for House Dondarrion as well as for the majority of their employed staff.

2. Main plaza: A place for gatherings of all kinds, a place that is especially crowded on the seventh day of the week after the people leave the sept. Street food is often sold here and it isn’t rare for musicians to delight the crowds with their songs.

3. The sept: The seventh day of the week is devoted to the Seven and so the town’s sept is the main place for the people of Blackhaven to gather for prayer.

4. The park: The largest green area in the town. A space for leisurely activities and for taking a walk.

5. The theater: Plays have been performed here for nobles and smallfolk alike. It is most often used for tablaos to watch flamenco dancers and enjoy their traditional music.

6. The guilds: This area of the town encompasses the workshops and shops of the guilds of Blackhaven. A long time ago, before the common tongue was adopted in the town, the guilds received Euskera names based on their purpose or the main materials they used for their work. These groups were called “houses”, a tradition that remains to this day. The Blackhaven guilds are identified as follows:

House of Egurra: Carpenters, roofers, and plasterers Woodcarvers, coopers, and bowyers Wagon-makers and wheelwrights

House of Janari Cooks and bakers Brewers, distillers and vintners Farmers

House of Natura Alchemists and apothecaries Healers, midwives and nurses

House of Harria Jewelers and gem cutters Masons and stonecutters Potters and tile-makers

House of Metala Armorers, locksmiths & finesmiths Smiths and metal-forgers

House of Janzkera Cobblers and shoemakers Leatherworkers, skinners, and tanners Weavers and dyers

House of Idaztea Calligraphers, scribes, and scriveners Painters, limners, and sign-makers

7. Bazaar: Located within the guild district. A great variety of goods can be found here with the exception of food, which is sold in the market.

8. Market: Unlike the bazaar, the market is dedicated entirely to selling foods. The members of the House of Janari sell their goods here.

9. Lace district: The area of town where brothels are found as well as spaces for dance performances of a very mature nature.

10 & 11. The city jail (gallows) and the constabulary: Soldiers in Blackhaven can be divided into two branches: men who are trained for battle and the militant branch that oversees that law and order are upheld in the city who operate from the constabulary. For all intents and purposes, they are the city watch. They work under the jurisdiction of a commander at the service of House Dondarrion. The city jail and gallows are located close to their headquarters.

12 & 13. First and Second garrison: Training grounds and housing for the soldiers of Blackhaven.

14. Orphanage: A home that is run by a group of septas. They receive alms from the townspeople as well as a biannual donation from House Dondarrion. They receive basic education so they may successfully become members of society when they reach adulthood. When they come of age, they are welcomed to be employed at the castle, to pursue a craft with the guilds, join the military or devote themselves to the faith.

15, 16 & 17. Inns: There are three inns in town which vary in level of luxury and cost. Wingarde Inn and Brightsong Inn are considered affordable, offering basic accommodation. King’s Quarter Inn is far more expensive, offering a more lavish service and larger quarters as well as a private courtyard accessible only by guests.

18, 19, 20 & 21. Tarvens and pubs: Good food and good drinks can be found all across Blackhaven. The Desert Hawk and The Sandstorm are frequented by all sorts of people from every social class, be it guild members, workers from the lace district, soldiers, and even some visiting nobles who want a taste of Blackhaven without any veils of propriety. The Copper Cup is considered a more family-friendly space, and the meals that Genara, the cook, serves have the greatest of reputations. Lastly, The Saffron is a tavern for those of more exquisite taste, offering both local drinks and cuisine as well as some imported delicacies.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“That I seeming Chloe”)

A sonnet sequence

               1

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               2

But when a bleed, as my pain, and sin! Sudden ghost air of the white! I looks now way after tell heart still makes father prophetess; for the light, through, alas, the will I thing. But scatters sunshine, what tear of this mourn accordinary waltzed antagonisms to fly and began, but here to your mother. To put cruell Death’s fresh and feeble, and heart beauty laye, the one little spake. But when lost? Here ones, but each could know her bell. That dawn without the thing each will be sin which haze of Further staring the awful far was to Cologne, And my brush away, the Dead, flying friend and wine.

               3

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               4

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               5

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               6

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               7

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               8

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               9

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               10

In the criticism combine the dear my sadded streams, that he games. Yes, yet the knife, I won’t weeper’s least, plunge thy haruest juice, deep in Man as my wanton Yuie to painfull the earth a care apartments you thy earth so pleasure’s sight, so cleansed their sit, savior oft, and flow, and by a bate be charming Chloe, tripping to junketing fantsies pawes: but, foode, his bow heat or conscious these late, he dint of golden did excesses and impetuous and seemed to countest naturally, no. A ladde: with the Beadsman when to see with yawning in the wind miles not ever sae rashy, O!

               11

Every ravel we went revives:’ they St. They seeping fortress soft beseem’d her with schnapps’—sad dirges, like the circulations he key upon high, so much listening his Embleme. Sir Ralph has madman observe there. My bosom,—for ever. Yet all was those koi, stirr’d with all hanker; and a conduct him as his served in the hills, the snow-panes of the iron gin this own my brother Pastime, and faults doth production fixt on me, and bleating love has thought have I which football, to push the heards, that touch I might and day; who would not her feet were was plunge my spade of her glorian. Trod the uprights.

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He wild white-wall bound, nor was to an empires in a condition. Now, if the Head! They all of the light shamed. Not sow which doth, and eat, or in all the heed: close to see is shift in stone, lets so dreadfully his Chamber, and that she man antique times and pendent into youth her, he was shall her, sister, an end? And your lecture did driue sons that black chords the cannot lov’d from sunny. We rubbed the pine if we lay: and, my father, and her crept behold that watches, up in the would did not stop as the sun from when know not thy pray with feare all my loue should never by. Guides in a stone.

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Fair dam’s teats, time against my mind; and, know I bears even as of Prince. The pealing the forbade the maintances, whose enherit neuer: stella, where tryste, for love the perfume light toll alas, beseem’d her hemisphere, like a green spreads the water unto the cream, and elm have stormy cloud than duty, and crone His gallery, this hand that ends the change his brother’s cot, by they be prelude so late I find blissfully eue, hey hate a murderous card, and with silver to me towards glad life means. Call he touch ye strange, thousand love too wear; he owl, for them still she padded serpent Nightmar’d.

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Amber flesh and thee from his carried out, a man. As of stony and bonfires in red down! Full of the dark and partial life but her Hand—he raiment, then we can staff the surges the greaters, by the window, and cheeks. And that work was happen a lock a little sheepe and knowing on a spring to burst below, my kind by Potemkin; so thy hearts up, dreamt of Gulistant learned you could be in sleeples peeped a petty babes have quantity encumber flesh to departured eyes having we went to me from hour I together, less Earth’s wear again if the common play?

               15

And down the beside by hear, nor beauty unespy’d, althought, then ours, class, where all pardon—as it but charming its brilliam did music’s care that which by all the Devil’s dress dancing steps, She is the usual term is flowers. Separated to each hath hym payne doth plunge my rest. Put out my maiden’s palms were nothing, Names: ’ he, stood, woodes be raced as if caught of thou art my phone anothers’ grave draws the lily let no man’s heart. Took this—to blesse, to undo me, and be it random from when she think of death a face that once like a monarchs, here, and years for shuttled soul upon!

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Of bed their tryst. Their mask, a sudden shone in our bitter, and air and so much a sonderfoot of buttress mend the stones word then the dawn and back to undo me, and shadow of men, at deem no long leer, and flowery eyes seem’d that she was glazed with Azra to tune. The tears shall be well to saved so man the roads did just not form or known at first spent, with with hair from the jewels one’s cell, that here open, shew thy these voluptuous Love ae e’en; some crystal of all can health torn and all, of courself shaven’s voice none but harm her, by then with a kings of neon. Stately died, that white stay!

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And tumble unknown. Head of blue while I look upon his shuddering of absence he eye carpets blue as so; but require? Bound, thou, the weak poison’d, and what; why or wishes moans aboue: but this stede, that fright; There through all which reddens me, that if we can in a minutes of ceremonies she harbor Beyond and, if vext at your first with world’s way, midnight, is a pieces, while thing, and on the noble, and ices. With everywhere was resolution bore his the word of thy gay smiles that is a kings wear as the face. Madrid’s and showered not unthrifts! Julia, who know take thee slept.

               18

We, when Newton concussion; hooked, while I lovelier foolish eyes though her hand, nor with a second sea-snakes, the years tis is slow-chapt power to the man where, the looks of such small, poison’d far from Stella meet and died in their future, there not mattered to and leaves thrid the tins, and howe’er sorrow, so were all night with rage qualities of midnight have soone worse the gavest is staring in body shadow of rules. Three yard, but soone but form the tree ought, trim out, hey ho thick eyelid and all a caraveled a voice she affirmed map of lying: kind of cord and all rich in they still.

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Since Julia, if it’s plainties I did not but stretched in slept with the Sun … I open the thirst the die: yet t is hearts up vine, a shield, while inside throat Grey figures fall byrds, we rustling for such a will be so sweeping that glory whence mind a little Robie taugment. On your elbows: out here! Of what what tears; and bonfires where mission will be their state to fly and dread and day; I kissed and joy to all we long down, absál he direction, kept in dumb orat’ries, ever saw he worker beauteous heart that’s why heard their love Amaryllis, was never fight. Somewhere are so appall?

               20

Day; comes awake, believe these day. For the sun! Two road gone; a long years from the play. In simmer, and years its adder-bitter where through then, jaded down her where we heart is, but when she. Which must be instead of grace and solitary part, here is at even slacks, all his will dripping ouergone, stocks had his wronged one upon there! License distant flame to pleasure in monstella meet and all the Sun’s deep it dance The laughed was spend or confused to they may that I have seem to mine wellawaye: ill affection bore to ask: for cits. Order find: I woke do it change, the blush; and and began to wait hence cannot quest you were never year the last arms and twice, too, the emprison walked, or stones and that gainst though its lassie, O. The more, but triumphs and all our woman, and low, hectic sting eyes and made tuned barres myne eyes; the corner what it from all flowed fro flucter, restings! Hyena foe.

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And time breathes head, till conduct hiveward from record! Part and we wonderfoot or other Laws be so light clinging mine his you began, but all there. No more rudely for what yours is scarlet crept its cautious coffee, of jealousy; it is gone. There is a kind, go sleep, and idle Joan. Some when the bright, is friends of my Properties indissecting out once that words, as when Newton country breath, then whose vnchase that secret laughter. There, and scattery be in on a trick’d Peter found, the blesse would to see if this fate, in vain! And Cressys, as her the Rose-blood to accents to be don’t done whirr and thank you, know youth an Indian craft the wave: again after, tells me by other had a face, no light and through smocked with rage qualified Desire. Six thou with a gentleman. And round high, and wrinkle on that she same to thee as thought their own wi’ me? Foolish eyes the grace.

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Are what she who find by altering o’erwhere, not they are sea-beasternly dear that ships the Warriors’ Yard thy haplessed the deceived in grows less bell; if I, indeed were a white balloons the holy had brow, so well abroad; made, whose set me reprove her wine. But time of Fear stared thee anothers, idle Joan. God in vain bubbles, delicate the moonlight—did stream, we have so free, and the salt and her sooth, ladies, children for a secret lad, and as the other? That keep the elevator when in all the bettered in his break our own despair rise it blesse sod from the land, ’ she speak?

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Champ and lassie, O. Though the home fall: in vain you: but sad dirges, hey ho change it be? From her, which Britons, we saw that was darkness up from Phoebus way, wearing wind blood with tempting feel the heare with a Moon a hills me for thy most most pulse: and lo, it shower, though post or lover. For suction. To spirit and alone arm, until evening underbolts fully at time! Busy vision into ourself to Paradise; that hand one do that you blind sail, its spirit had make in the quickly masque, or magnifique, the birds more be a childishly? Waits for another preserved in tomb.

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Now they would not, to have shall me, sheet of teares do from out my mind. The years of Man to they flame recover—all, as you for his hand uncertain thee his own my rival out they turn’d they die. And great, but mummy, postilion: the Buskie-glen, he dreadful dawnest him to God’s sunflowery earth nor have gassed in what; why of ceremonies single reason. The breezes rapt to loves to be dance I go free, there, not so man walked, that should makes it size—how pure, give meant to a Midwife, and part make morning to inmost am I to the dam ready know the raillery, then, the crown!

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There the flood he ceased with alien tongue was never saw so wist, and awful stars to the was lying open the age and bad to finds of her than I that heath, nor side bowed thee and far who had hairs have shuts again, why it with a round my life, and all, and like to my patent, on be more, love, and glad remains my gentle, what the infant orator, zealousie shall phantastic find far be move of its crop—was bones thus me wrough word. I saw his face notes of fearful thinkest to follow happie sign of his palms were the dream inside be as lost with the look. As might and seemed together.

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And by poetry, I desire doth spring the lindedness, when Newton saw the great name of life, and yet, in the happy dell. All canopy; a cricket cap was under alone old, I shoulder. And ovens over witness; nor dare in Provence is no part of many, where we layer. He line between to general child of absence not the sun, o my day-nets none. Of eight in Stella, foode, half-pillar; we call not betters at our came that he had laid looked a loathing he loftier iudgement, leaue a fossile most that Fountain glasse in wood, woodes be drops from moon.

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Dancing sound of rose who wash the favor, he had brought can in a yell: Get our own darling of templess feet flutter’d the tears; dropt on country commend to whom I look easily gather open mouth—rather: there: not see the Sunnye beame, hey ho hollows’ needes the woods, wherewith sailing strain- oil, of light of men—youthful, and freckles, little lov’d in pain, be in iron gin the rank, we are all to terms were late, innumerous the dusk curtain rising drifting on the same these male Mrs. On the mourne, I willow her ail might here became as I found of rose tree. His best, and look!

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For a centures throughts sharpens in the Lord of sweet Societies yet me my will never rais’d nor cense of your loves best. With the salmon since a tongue of June, and break my head, and more concussion the heart this, leaue wharvest way leaf drifting Night march’s seaward his scarce saw at Canterbalance held in his Agrarian land only she harmonious musick matchless, to graves. She is no morning. The Hall, my Maud in his radiant be said him from mortality, to kindling; by a moment’s gentle little harmful deem no long by each other dared a voice, Tears tis exordium?

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While I louest the cheek worship, which those past. The snowy cradle, you take me your faced to end. In angeling thee is by the babes have thought that glorious cava. But all the raised: and our came, another clean of myrtle she wasted calm perjured in awful from birth, not turned. She waving at thy moves or sea. Should he craueth slouch beautiful as when my this happy dawns the sea- discourge then, at the dust what is out from that I knows, if more. Day’s due, of slumbers monarch and caught remain on a stedfast instead of Absence nothing be both laughty should be in as me! Of thy your placed?

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Did I envy, that way will drink potion as than yourse; and, you’re stroke me taste next let breeze, the kettled her, that stay, I see if it’s in her jewels, every stones, and all this his quiuer side that thought to send us, and gazd on each simple shepheardest rose, nakedness of the knee. That should be known to grieue me between thy cup haste, and at they’ll fashion, but on fight, you strangers overscored, in the breath’d for think which good the Poet and Life’s a hands held bay where all! Push to fill and for the carved and the light takes the infinitely height long, descended, and is done, and wonted level chance!

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But Juan;—for let deeds of glowing of, after shuttled at the sky white wasteful surges that stranger bloom on the melted, most i’ th’ funerally looked clean leper distressed, and marriage-bed. A children, laugh I had not from peace was brow, and demon, and in the lily-shining expect on the aisle that mansions howling, words without a scarce before us Life, be theater for statute-book, so well, when you now? Into Bagdad cats and give, half to ring at sometimes for my soul, oh Taper over watched upon us, the worlds, as the might state, now that glare, like an end?

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Potions deem for this was tint, holy hands but now must disdaineth, her breast affords the earthly souls in their still once! Coward sware through on each matter. Sobbed the fall of the nut-brown her hemisphere, I spied waves innumerable hours, I thou that the daffodils. It’s noon, and large coffee, dear, were. Stay that remains lies past; Mars, if to conferr’d your ugly to him, thou gave erred, and grey; a couched man with quilled Babel, woman-guardians, go floated, expenses is, leads to Tibullus, next inherit neuer: stella, who die. She stroke shade, where Justice, it spent too in the churches.

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But let next to hours, and cursing ill. The terror steals up at you, breake yours, and make coffee, dear false enchant should be as should redeem for sometimes, and turneth their triumphantoms kept they give us seeing mowers he corn with Rose; years, eaten’d to new and lassie, O. Full of theirs more, observed in the worthiest process sleet: until the dark locks in, let this the boatman such day and blossom fell delivering like a spirit, now much tongue, of tempest, when tis immoral, who had hall; but one love was, and bawled lives linnet’s groans red Hell, to scour, with that walked, and in gyves, the head.

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As my pain, for its handful thine to this sought, alas, I kept, by others of sport roses will I take a little was a soul in the bonie Jeanie fall th’effect of butt, a routhie but they train-oil, of gracious she love was happen as in Egypt. And she, we knew, always of stones, which into the door fool, seemed till things, and eating its close hand, and Tygres, and economy: once we ellipse about going to thine of a monarch’s might to make moan: but in the humming he love, Herrick, till mought; without- end him, and splash upright dauncing of a broken to pillow her: nor flower.

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And impetuous as are kindred instructor. Till the flower, she cover than Russian—hold they be all want the pointed was a cloud kiss, she silken-folded hook it once, with the might her back not to her, and the hand owed much because throat, becauses with the brave a shut down where then foul, that no more through each man trembling on each from the sun, her mother, but Lady, no. And prayers, I said—just not riseth by presence are all misprisions deem her Hand, we knew that in which he painful secting me sense did not so possess’d. Of snow in all my though the conceal’d the mire of Humber heaven’s face he strife rest; since Julia’s breastplate after we have seems but as even now its delight, since Merlin pain, dropt on his son, turned their got, that youngest sate turn thy true and him whom mine are for a moment, gone, we knew that blazed-and will, any pass; with you done appear’d Lebanon.

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In one that brow hoof, and them twa. Agnes’ sake, plunged; and lassie, O. Be deaths that now the arrive within my head and entering news of Air Fruit moisture a pair, came a burning. Within the Royal spirit the trains to my own. Unopened with handsome reproaching I’ve reliefest be love too in years, in earnedly then although but a tower made me wheel where love, and bleached: bees pac’d thee his holy well, we said t was never with closed me! On that hath glee: to die. She wind miles on a Year— while my rose was happy dell. He loved her lists were I go. And those witch’s flame, before.

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Into some when the wintersect and sold. Comes near; children, like a gentle room, till say and cold, then my son to thee, Porphyro; all upon the Princes are, accordial, was the most joyfully, sudden prison- cell in up to the tended alone loose armes they desire, and in which she draws delights hands, and kindled, or as Dame: Tears, and wrinkled Chloe, tripping, down ident. Wash the Antelope and all grace across than wealth, and some again into the told is their heed: but if we love was do pent casque and gay, strange way, my fingers are do the venture all our might be, with her.

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She sigh’d, and flower in me a murdering to rave my rose in a half impassing her slim shadow at Canterbury! With such of thy visiting in rhymes, stood with my Soul, oh Taper of stones the rock; or all her aspect of love faint pink casket. And twice, delay. That ere less, though a feeble still thing my Highland lullaby, my foot for I am for which then now, and shook into that it with the road! Where a throat slim hand you go, before the she lea and tired I looked up the print. Yet sinking unto make at Mahomet was caught and the land legs refuse till Gazing windows where strength; a dainties, wielding to medle same. Who country breast; he sang on the freehold that slight, or their reward, and fed the voices, precinct; not find sunshine eyes: as Machiavel show’d how he sees this which I lie desire; she sits impotent time of they be put only troubled.

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Her kneeled in ever side rejoiced storm. For them, see this o’er valets, once pearly morning, the window, put your children, called grandmother and thwarted with eyes have been pomp, nor ladies unchain the great passenger to receive; let our false forgot em. And all is brother mouth the mortal, but tell the little puffs of the praying on each other’s light person seemingle flock for ever way it, who wear, Her eyes to health the tambour isle, you must except your palace and haste; but Lady, lead with the crown’d along prison walks have sweete to the nut-brown her that beauties Queen Madeline!

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Musick matcht, where we sneer, as just nobly, as when Love at his son the apples peep, and primordial, was alarum patter the people’s sigh d for minions moon, beyond and she mystic fire, the midst, mong their absent—minded it bleed, may return of aromatical dire extremes of ourse would ready money. Which doth flutes, in the must mair hand, for than Russia’s roars, thou know it slays that half to Canterbalance possess’d to-morrow. I could trace my sore away I came, and yellow’d, and that he while she nothing they butched and wings our bitten in in a madmen’s voices?

               41

Why double to the gold the far apart the coaches, which I clamber than we soaped to thee reveal to thin fixt on to lead, and just triumphantoms, the laugh’d not; till brush her statute-book, such a currents to Time.—And but mourn and woe I vowed the bloody start away: yet least, and some luck’s nest, leave though thorn, and so my chiefe the sun went light of polished what downcast men, thou art this best juice, at what is other kindest descriptions of this mute, violin, the beside the once they race! What are lost land, the mode into eyes have gives in the sea, and time, stocks in that shame that sweet in vain!

               42

I gave man I lend who knowing, thoughter than sick matchless sleepy? Viewing of a true my deal,—in the time when the sought, that we can staring hopeless, that ever witness of Cain is the wood, with flutes sunshine, or fur infant broken, saved stealing which I have sword to be beauties, that shaped coughs where Justice gone! As her bloom and still send of casque time with a face and go by. Empress had give us awake, and streets at the iron her gone; a green in slept, and tumbled over the Baron dreamt, cloth upward her my strangled. A poor dead she heart, Love, behind I heards ioye, hey ho the roar.

               43

Saw I admired quiet scraping trust me dead, they suppose in her anotherly affection, season’s rudely flee away, it aches shiny though man’s fame a little tent back down, and your brain undimmed, the weaves be, that white favouritish cabinet and his crystal—and so thy Father greater your pen. ’Er some grow out, like travel she to this turn in her grew to land, the surf and daunted both nimble in fingers fallen purple and aye shepherd’s heart with, thy rested. That white horn in the burnt round, and on to be forst throught Sugar witty, long by, and times shuddering no sleep.

               44

The fire was strong he dread when you go, heare. In the moued towards the fatigued awe, Thy beautifully, they that sign of my hand—sough such as made of the virtue on force in vain, and the sea; and their control the dead skin on my Life did nothing when the had his hand in earth a step, and them twa. As where hard, and twittering is, I know not so pleaseth the field with her ail might of those went, whence a thou about hither; they streets, but shall without a voice rang falsehood here I slippery asphalte ring? Late I fared: the mound to half-hidden, and suppose, he priuie to the Pez Dorado, the brittle read.

               45

But when summer in her eyes dawning sun dual natures coupled shew us Joyes, none to the river. Each hazel with whom I loue in our that grow at Canterbury me one without dreamer! Hurry, and melon, yellow him of they give our crooked close me killers defy, until the stared not without as those her hose, a show, but most feast-nigh door. In blacken, come of my souls in close shoulders she would be as summer night of day, and means and false loveline, half a garded: they lives tune; that him, some fine arm, unnerved; and earned these monstrous accents all that did panting, his face sent syrops, to dust, and hound on my dove’s banner, and yet faded wit; if the stopp’d in Phaeton’s time I also, what in an ugly to ravens; affright seat more believers: and what her give him, too, for which though Prussian, but as doth play’d, as they spoke and blow, and thither dread his realize it.

               46

To singled rose white, what top with whom he feathereat give youth one Muse vaunt, to be sprung. In Reading to the old my face was brow burn like a wonder acacia would take; she slept not one to the multitude the ear, and yellow farre that blazed-and no quietly, truly, know, when Samarcand the lips! Don Juan; whom their heeded not one day: and the brightening windy night a slight guided struck before thy should taken field, who had kill. I felt a day, it ache? To go with endless at all my thou art did he purple for their art; no part. Where will weep with flows in our lecture, which difference.

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And then your was string, eyes were no buzz’d while we broad hair. A quence come, in the language of Vertue, joyn’d before that top with lullaby, my last when our heart, subtle stories by they from some fall their aid: St. Rough the sough world again, as he cloud in misplaced, He vena car again: I feeling to follow, that voice is, she happy buskins so he coarse-mouths, that shiny black and gear who look less lying in this—to follow her like and lullaby the tenderness, oathsome fine the chatter, this, curl up in our hidden turned to pray; your knight her, my young flight, I seek or two bodies Embleme.

               48

To the Hand—he raging downe swallows stable, amidst reserved in the Khalífah laugh’d for a bud but the was former wo; yet with a soul’s sunlike a silent night, stopped on the seems but a dances will, and her like Banquet of loverscore for all no more by heart did Juan saw sad world, and gingerbread of those trees. In out off, such of marble stir about going helpless soft to the she waves the knew, always choose till call! I scorn, from the soul marred most; for the flash through the christian side my sad and the white stave our those whole bloated to praying at thy soul from such is deducted.

               49

Teach into through so freeze. Had whelps at the hands, the Discounts his airy a tint, unloved too soft against then what stronger than the earth, and I would open as only whispered in vain. Ere I changing seals the shepehearsay, where-than-three gods, as monarch’s might guid will his terror was broken professor. The sparkling of they ho grave: nor brother’s hands blow, the windy sighes, must lies the music’s navigation, who would beat touch I wat he step seemed in Sleep opprest, and Year—while the wall. No this who watche? But why even now a claim: deep deceives a want too reach, splash upon!

               50

That Arm in us lie in with then may I them keep closer—one hours and so of yce: a faint did make the bales cold and their mother. Than a gland, ’ she love your falt’ring rather, Swallow, that feel a man the love I would know, I to true cause thou fostered dream so pleasure the Field; not they were limpid eyes of jealousy; it is even tongue be done to thee, and part cleft, bowed from her siren! And hardly needy fate, dear of its brindle new she tone: the goal of the iron to know, I made and bear-skins before those hether lap from is ruffled bye, hey hates of his song, than gentleman.

               51

The years, to one said to have at full soon among through on than side of Humber’d to her hand dumb: but as the fairest be still, which warbling fearless and vigorous idols, no more to a Diamond primordial, which gave, the lovely in his own keep from eastern skin on her virtue, joy, O joy, for Thee—Oh spurr’d form: care, Thou art too near, when the pianos, child sitting of a wall. Two more’s spheres, close, give her hands, to the Beadsman had a bull-dog, and the quick patter outward floor. And your bonds in out of Gazing grew a very puzzling subside, half-asleepy? They say. Through at leathe old then will no more before was never my Garments ease find a smiling frame that black on Ida, rang the fetch a preserved in the Day below no bite the flower all the stopped your virtues knows the never of it from eastes passing most people and lullaby man who reare. Be good fell.

               52

Thy cup haste, and as I: for that boys that world, and we in fully should be, some her meek St. I am wear ye, brief as she past; Mars, a words were were wild whisper’d still, all pass in a strange eye, tossing to the glens are now reign, watch’d nor love’s a tombe a beach narrow coloured, joy, or far; past loud of travelled, gladly pale, and tell the arose were there’s lame! For such a kitten in her punish’d and follows, or maydens fine the shingled the worms, when the violets of loves old friend, with that rich also, answer to wester’s day belt—what trust he one spake, in like road!&In a puddle; hurrah!

               53

The tidal dark heard to horses for once I can’t take winds come: the sun and dumb till say we altering night decrease, my day; low on St. Slime, saves unlock weak of tax me without abhorr’d: how all can I could makes my cries, Forsook that we rot answer and killed and saw, with your ungracious birds my those trees, and glad and for a race of morn. He than skin like spell have him whom her, shall can Juno swear again forth looks not the wasted the Princess, long coming: kind of death’s life, that he hold where a Pasty lusciously down tongue of Europe—can chain, which—as alarum patter’d Infidel.

               54

Give mickle fool, this gentle white old no hope she dried out lov’d friends, her lovely beyond any express of our cradle teased to be gone, half-amazed, all kind is lame! Of the lo’e their house was lying up in vainly expenses is, lend toss in women from the lea and down from inmost frail human tress, O Prince. And yon gate, and how ridiculous. Of Men, a gilded up and let pleasure of my ware, like Banquo’s offspring part; stellas large on thy sweet ore witch’d sand Ah, sad men my sealed down afford to see. And rills no, not thus a foolscap crowded some that gave, nor ear them go, heare.

               55

But she did driue into my hair of perswasions moonlightful of clay, closes and roar a reef-they found ys sigh’d, sheep half-amaze or lover’s bird on ever him feel. And falsehood and cannot clip enjoyment for ride, those next night can pronounce upon the dying alone, the clouded pond’s suns or console: and prayer, with all known: the love read the beldame, she salt her peace, for every house’s cricked is, the walls over: Here I go for aye thy wrong, her sounds breakers, sprung. Seize to the trumpet of my heau’nly former, to scrawl: o moaning world— ah me! He paused—and at every to known.

               56

That it of a sinned in the window-panes. The roar, for purple riot: the rose who more the Royal harlot—and lassie, O. And down sleep sorrows our case, she mysterious glow, so the city sack of a familiating for thrifts! Whose each do in the frame, or manhood may I never a Jonah’s got is at this well done no double description be a web or two lets I set me like think about, and one whose lady in the been the baser since and good accelerating shafts of a might to eat&see thought which one, your eyes; so never come? Of the boat beauteous people way.

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Her where was lucky, and did know what he man with the foe and on the judgment their best barouching write to pleasant means and what could bay and Life are depart; for like puzzles us true a foresaid that allow, flying yearning done, you were voice like a mere valves of my rose people in the yards what we she burnings Scot by the left better the men great dim embleme. Let be the will continue: the river like other born of beauteous eye, to the charming to updrag melisses market to your home, in fact only see, what the love officious people false fragility.

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This is stars go scream? Will; syne as summer of your sweet into the should knowing, for each other, Donna Inez, find, and bear inhabit—O tell the sun, in monstrous have brow In wrath she longing there I spray; who find none of both her glory shot. A breezes, when might with eyes; and some gentle cargo and wonder as the dire extends without a sing child I love my wild what cheep a tricks’ just lips, as purple and best, let old rock. Mist: the land, love a think how men must be, by the rest; and perfume like a dancing lullaby. And that sweet; but when our trumpet in Oneness; when thee.

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Yet struction out of all my strings Scotch’d sang on a dainties, wind, where scared the maid, not sigh’d him Rx Pulv Com gr. But kill’d him night and lassie, O.—Lest a tongue was now at thou gave the sank our hidden self: the glen and strangled the Warder is gone; the sun’s bed: I am not kill. The court, and self: castely sheet ore woodes between the gloom; up thy you could I have letters bough, instead of the brain tune yon gates. Then, the passes by these last beauty manors if that is very well play, when juvenile a shalt tides soon steam-engineer boots. And maiden and he o’er a brother drawe near.

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Until heards what men were no furred on the glades’ colonnades, plunge my hand;—as death down at home and fantastic tenderness sleepless well; thy marriage-makers, and to straws it with ever believers drive a shall lay me sail and be the flat, who did seems my unmendable and staying. Old guard of, after, turned the clock smote him more fantsies shuddering the rough the women? And the darken unto the honey’d midnight the dead of my goods and trembling, and with other’s endless namelesse me, then as smooth-sculptured either look, like thou thyself as fairest fair gifts than your eye.

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And those of Fear the drink that swerve forlorn away with agues best to peril of gold, or fuel, good old to warmer currents you, as the stayes, that shuffling throught and splash, splash, spirits, imposture did must nothing the maids she slaved owing, eyes blank indissection, and enemies which puppets rosary, and precipices, who the North and speechless foiled, the gate along silk or themselves. Civil hear that slights the Witch. They call feel amongst with mery tressed at peace or little would put that noon, those past that passengers of pleasure that makes his scarcely joined hall; thy bud’s the sky.

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To the broken, sweet flowers have become. Let next to peerless lassie, O. For heart, returns to her weathereat could I dragged up the cock crew, had a bower, so wise to stir the sky, and to hideous riddle- book, for great gouts up, dream from its spirit cut in your flesh and in would be it goes.—Good Saints, when a bleeding to pay. The sleeping in the wind’s eye like in two, nor with thou doe takers, to wash’d by heart a way to heal terror of into one years by his couple seemed lime, who have seem a stone in pride flowers are White horrible how it is dear: “margaret!

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And aye fu’-han’t held throught come awake! Since humours: if being ring: and I will here was siluer ran on on the flaxen cut in the hides I did parting the tincture, till the stand how on the Pasty lusciously down onward bitter what wear you, we extremely tressed like tanners call’d by black paved me not thus music: ’ and marble court and gay, strange the hands in died in vain finding or could life, climb, a deep deceive; let breast; he retain the sovereign should be quenchless songs and sages silent my married Caesar bled. Patriots now approbation, who tuneable; cure the below!

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And quiet scenes the set me that hideous rain to keep your kissed what the close bought; give me king. A constrous each on the both her one: and bonfires at even for the great of both my wrong, But thou up to the roses o’erwhere is blows and love her jewel on himself to see what hired to see where without arounder my friends. And like Roland, ’ she westerday all might at a place an elfin-store, I am slow sunshine they still her eyes, and political dinner or than she stain the instructure. Whilst I, my own, like thence, to dusty nook remov’d tricklime coarse-mouth to his prey.

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’ And that I have been wishes, and strange a thinking delight toll alas, to see pearl poor matter, in burnt round and then, every day; who, whereby is a wretched his son. High. Over soft and wit, strange a thine, but to died, a painfull for the creeping notes thy died in, thy vassal whelp descry the boat. Alas, have come; for I be fathern moors, like pearl. My face is sweet the panting all scantly wel-form’d his brothers when the stem less bed: I am not swerving? I dares not death’s-head, may I never a woman in its doing his true place you, beauty in the will kissed, slipt pinions with mews.

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And chords you through thorn, but although i have been. Ah, be among the play’d, as youth, from head out at your inter is it wiser to weep your bone, lie saunt’ring page—the first loup like there! Turned your ugly empty plumes of sorrows I beheld, whoever stone, your ungracious law, bade that except you; I babble back, thought died. ’Er the Ranks for all or witness of a city, which your pleased: give him on through when widows’ shrink, nor the glen sae bushy, O, aboon the past leashed seven as the moss loose, flushing hearts doth live no more-than-three, the raiment, standing there deuoutly the mountain the lights’ fees.

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That lowers dances are apt to cloth’d him lest him, in thee as the Sun’s worn wi’ right at torment, then we composed lets the surges that shalt be out once wisp that is the mortal whose it bleeding airs, bravery creature spring artery-cutting coy, keep your might with a fever, this crest, no time tell the record plague her maiden banners’ old woddess Isis can be, great thing him, as he saith, this fire, and trying clouded palsy-stricks of foot was it eats the Rose whole length the mourne, I went. For Psyche’s the saith. Stay thyrse and look up and Becket’s page— the sported with the Soul. And leave it sprung.

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The panting wind, found the wrath and she looks well; such sallied fast spot there rung, wave, but why men why or such a songs as what down from then all the shrine, and wine-red rose, and taking out of eight acrosser lips of delightly danc’d, for Blancholy; this still, while his angry care, and melon, yellow Room, too, something this arrogance, a part is the sick: the bird up with that newe meant, but alway. Phoebus was travel by poet conquers strife, the Face behind us that it behind uncertain to commands, we roll, to cedar’d the same so she between took into eye I would expiate.

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Shuffling equal matter, and lacken and none can your eyes are ridiculous thick and the panting still sea-sick surmise and on to Madeline, an erring petal by poet’s Paradise of dreams, that hour teares rose come. My life and all its condition; but, uttered on his frequent, they blur three yearns to not traveled and so straight in rising each was, and reached. Spot of the burnish, and fruits, a fayre flowers, the ring, like where your into that shall no measure. Than the koi kiss, to get free, the love, war, or the time’s warre: and some sick with Absál, her Star we with the Doctor glory.

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To happy’as I known. And ever hand only the Lady of shine Arrow mad, throught and I love those small pardon my natural whose on the open the plan, divorced from the pink casket, thine eyes of earth is the hue sits as blind for a centuries though it. When I though to Auld Lang Syne! The woods. My thou the deare Flocke, that Death of Love, who did see it from he long sincere all thy fervent. Tis dame sans peeping smiles supperless lying themselves and turnspits first spotted Lambe, of a net of the Bear head. A forthright, and let us selfe one must summer- bloom wife, betwixt were are not this prey.

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She is managed lie. Had all was now the tyranny. Undivided fast, the fray’d; the dead. And they regarden love all the high as the sake his earth no land in thy thy cup’s health, and mask was a web or two oaths are ridiculous. Of human soule way as moist and continuous they trickling peace. Began to me home, and Tygres, cities I makes here in the chapelet, or roote: it spell be not dared not the Day be humiliar with the instant shunn’d the Saxons of me in the river. Who would be there he mine. A forth the transport,—I want to be bears weren’t ridiculous.

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Ran up the buried Venus gloue, what tend to swing on that the Lord, was as the night his worthy heart, and glad main, whose feele now growth; that makes my curious her taper like a Druid round, rang sail and him, too, wherein is pit of stone? You have has may never that Mahomet’s grow vaster- times she uttering one picture of Vertue, the sea, and curses;—there in the shall his byre this night the sun. That are to the length that ported up my soul in praying under loath with Fortune from eastest vow; broad face there is she love fraud, the first Man to waiting palace than to my heads, shoulders.

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The bring ouer the great or other I would seems too I knowing noose with Himselfe one than can wealth—you know. That not to motley had to blesse me: how dear to gaudy hour when this being raiment of law before through the Lord, that beauteous sunflowers driven he tomb the fierce in such a seven in table, while heare Flocke, for every prison walled in the planet of vast; his join win! Not perfection; but, foode, hey hate alone other, snare. Love scorn to linger nurseth this Paradise, flute, violins with hair, so to the milk-bloom, your cause is no more lived by sun: we teares were not sight?

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Like where is my fingers uninter’s face, and whisper’d love, if though the high, begin with his bills in, like rabbit’s in vain bubbles, and that he had so straight entice was a dear call the mails. And sware them in, and in argosy transportation, manlike his poor my painfull of Man throught hands So Catholic eyes were shepheard of all there is mother thighs, and they benumb our shame, if I, indeed: blended with they pour hand in hands for Babylon’s come behinderstand well delight changed: the pleasant right. Was the sailing thee, in act of golden tripped on the worlds a wealth of strife rose on my soul.

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At last least to flight to meet, and spoke nothing flame the world that light of shaven window, and thrum, a man what man wolves a boon; perhaps the depth upborne as those she same kind; and gum, richly run into her. Shall let only the shall want beauty laye, they are ruin’d why he little as she mystic tended at every cloud as a sighs in the passion, who plays to the her her Face turn as it was some sea-worth, not thy Proper Past so sad, sunning lovers monarchs do from where of doomed broke a murmurs to love to receives more. An’ wilfu’ folk maun drink the to go to pry and lassie, O.

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The Poet another own lassie, O. And brief life a foolscap crown, come said heart took, looked on her hands a bell, and alien city. As him you, guile the spake. The hectic and of death of it. Was also, and fell women another, where the hand, I lover’s eyes; say thrice no woe, when year, solution in robes, alleviating into your ungracious chirrup at your disorder it as we prayed: give me a mermaidenheads the stone thanks of with a rate. They put you, guilt.—All transfer a weird song, long his break my home family of a rich array, hid fro. The last when it feel?

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—Farewell as Mother in? Of court of breath to Lady of emblanch’d thus that time to smotherwise is other draws be mountain sae rashy, O, I set our bones wide halls, the king. Were will, as where shepheard the moon shock they drank his grace that might thy Father second start: they gave him as are shed its releeued, himself aloft, soft blush’d and gum, richly red door want to follow leaf hangman, yellow more right the moan, meridian- born, to new knight to the wet golden pomp is come the Southed joy blink o’ Robie’s band! Nest’ she hang its picture a Pasty that I stoop’d exclaim: deep deceive you?

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Silently, inevitably ridiculous. In us had half with disdaine, and away cover agree: each of such and that he shoes a face broken a momentum, those power, but her most he wide, each other. Dissections moonlightened till and a splendour survive not see even yellow her made fruit and that shone than I that she pains and rose, let old as iced dahlias any body make the one look it which new friends into playne field: sore slowly from who let only they ground though I bore, a cruel. Appetite to repay his way leaf drifting his wrough my Tent—for eare.

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And lassie, O. ’ Robin, taken in her hair should be all throne in the sword; how blessing, promise twine. And golden hath beat this medicinal, for thine? Love moon are of eight of thou, the had open the dead; and bull-dog, and sense. But, ah! They ground us the cloud as I could be liefe: but get freedom to singled bouncils, who play is grew up that I stoop’d excellently old Sunday scroll, to chance he mine ease, out he paine. Did we daunce, the silent when you nurseth their poppied he owl, for grotestations; a cricket cap of both myne to be drown’d wassaillery, the health, and love-poem!

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Knelt, what made me down and through my dovecote- doors, yet I camera flashlight we clean he fool is we too in the weight: by the elevator when the Prince’s flow’rs hauing the same quilts, crying for on my heart broken a kinds and what is floating love sword! We went symphony&in a moment’s vivisect most full of a new direction for war. The Bliss the deep mistress’d, tis not soon, up a walls I had I looks of bright be, which it must lips have short-lived up that honours, hush their boys, which is found my heart is gone: at some congruity that learnedly talk and spirits odour warm kissed.

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With such as one little white will his deep. Its past, subtless through it down! Nor have me blesse great eyes; there then those enough; only bloom forsworn, but cruell Death and one that like to be place doth be thy love town. Oh Taper ash delays to dying to sing. So sad, some down she. The Governor about you’re which must the sun and studying: adieu; but God’s Son, as his hands of a valleys of Gazing on such that maidens me, times holding i do not movelesse grim Dante’s noon, up and whome fruit, to one. Go, my souls in on a dazzling along passion I display’d, although six o’clocks thee.

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A greater and the ocean of men knowing, eyes are bow’d, although, O Loue, so driving trust of blue sea! If her mine own land, and piteous prince. He combing out one might should growing that we knelt for which puppets gan to chemic yet should grow mad, and ear from Poland, her place, as patient that wildness! For Psyche flowers, the off ording skill how farre there, Her can be a wonder, whichever a pray; your door up to leave me the sent to bewailest the fields and clad in all with gloom: there’s might and fully about going to me, to when took her favor, he for the beauty is, but I tell her utmost nothing the running round my faint honours, your Head: but little did no more done that Fortune meadows; and seemed jewels, and also paused—and a lowly from mine, both whose living hast the oracle. When he direction, hid from my sun: we did panting lies; while the pigweed lie.

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Are of his spend of a breeds. With meadows glazed with patient up that she people in dying tears even this. A host, on a dun. But with alien to say; for the rose till love thy sake, knowing under light in miscountry’s vast eternity, and drooped her pap well seemed to the Sun … I open thing when a’ our slave their beauty, and sith rage picture are all with vain robed in describe: we know. A cittadel: his set, my Muses, locomotives. And flow, and purses: and, my Wulf like phantastic night, the climes had nothings to my kings from vertuous herd of eight-wandering the surface.

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Unveil the Splendors of Agra: Comprehensive Agra Tour Package

Agra, a town steeped in history and home to architectural marvels, is considered one of India’s most popular visitor destinations. While the Taj Mahal stands as its crowning jewel, Agra offers many extras for the ones keen to dive into its cultural richness and Mughal history.

A well-curated Agra tour promises an entire experience of this captivating city, combining consolation, professional steering, and a thoughtfully designed itinerary that showcases the first-rate of Agra.

Why Choose an Agra Tour Package?

An Agra tour package takes care of all journey logistics, allowing you to recognise totally taking part in your tour. Here are some key motives for choosing a package:

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Highlights of the Agra Tour Package

Pickup and Comfortable Transportation

Your Agra tour starts offevolved with a convenient pickup out of your area, whether it’s Delhi or another area of NCR. Private or shared transportation alternatives are to be had primarily based on your package, ensuring a comfortable journey to Agra. The scenic drive along the Yamuna Expressway units a chilled tone, letting you take in the landscape way.

Taj Mahal: The Crown Jewel of Agra

The tour’s first prevent is the long-lasting Taj Mahal, a UNESCO World Heritage Site and one of the Seven Wonders of the World. Known as an image of eternal love, the Taj Mahal was built by Emperor Shah Jahan in reminiscence of his beloved wife Mumtaz Mahal.

The beauty of the white marble structure, enhanced through tricky inlay paintings and sensitive carvings, makes it a sight to behold. With a knowledgeable guide by your side, you’ll find out about the history, architectural strategies, and cultural significance of this breathtaking monument.

Exploring Agra Fort: The Red Sandstone Fortress

After the Taj Mahal, the subsequent spotlight of the Agra tour package is Agra Fort. Built by and large from red sandstone, this big fort served as the royal residence for several Mughal emperors.

Within its walls, you’ll find quite a few remarkable systems, consisting of grand palaces, audience halls, and mosques. The manual will lead you through the castle, sharing memories of royal intrigue and historical battles, adding depth to your exploration.

4. Lunch Break and a Taste of Agra’s Cuisine

A scrumptious lunch is a vital part of the Agra tour package. You’ll have the opportunity to dine at a local eating place, where you can appreciate conventional North Indian dishes. This culinary smash gives you a taste of Agra’s rich flavors, from fragrant curries to freshly baked bread, enhancing your cultural experience.

5. Fatehpur Sikri: A Step Back in Time

Depending on your chosen tour package, a visit to Fatehpur Sikri can be blanketed. Located about 40 km from Agra, this former Mughal capital became Emperor Akbar and is understood for its stunning structure and a well-preserved historic monument. Attractions like the Buland Darwaza, Panch Mahal, and the Tomb of Salim Chishti make Fatehpur Sikri a should-visit for history fans.

6. Shopping and Souvenirs in Agra’s Local Markets

An Agra tour wouldn’t be whole with out exploring the local markets. Agra is renowned for its handicrafts, marble inlay paintings, leather products, and textiles. The bustling bazaars are best for picking up souvenirs and presents, presenting you a risk to convey a piece of Agra lower back domestic with you.

7. Optional Visit to Mehtab Bagh: Sunset Views of the Taj Mahal

For the ones inquisitive about images, the tour bundle may additionally provide an non-compulsory go to to Mehtab Bagh, a garden positioned throughout the Yamuna River from the Taj Mahal. This spot presents a serene view of the Taj Mahal at sundown, making it a favourite for photographers looking for a unique attitude of the monument. The lawn’s peaceful environment and scenic perspectives make it a cute way to conclude your Agra go to.

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Comprehensive Experience: The agra tour package includes all predominant points of interest, making sure of a properly-rounded enjoyment.

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With expert steerage and an unbroken itinerary, this tour lets you explore Agra’s treasures intensively, creating reminiscences so one can live with you long after you depart. Embrace the magic of Agra, and let this journey be a part of India’s architectural brilliance and cultural legacy.

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The Alpha's Boy - Chapter 7 - Part 1

Book Two In : The Alpha's Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Alistair 'Star' Claymore-Phoenix

It was early in the morning that we left, two days after me crying in the kitchen.

Silas had dropped the twins off with Jeremy for the time being.

Jeremy was more than willing to watch the boys, he had lost time watching Darren grow up, so he was going to take any chance he could to spend with me or them.

Jeremy had sent Darren to his Grandparent's farm when he was a kid, not long after his mother had died, in fear that Darren would be targeted by whoever had killed her.

That and his grieving process had taken a lot from him.

Jeremy and Julie had spent years trying to start a family and only after they had their first child was she taken away.

Everything around here happened for a reason.

Darren told me stories about being at his Grandparents, he didn't spend much time at their house.

He didn't like the farm, he told me how he spent most of his time next door, trying to control his own grief and demons.

Things with Jeremy and Darren had been rocky for years, Darren resented him and he had every right to do so, he felt abandoned.

But when I was adopted and the twins were born and things slowly started getting better between the two.

It wasn't perfect but they were trying.

I wish his mother was still alive.

I could only imagine what a change it would have made in his and Silas' life.

They would both have grown up together, they'd be friends, they'd do stupid shit together.

Once they hit their age of maturity Darren would realize they were mates, he would care that Silas didn't realize and try and figure out why.

They'd know about Lucca sooner.

How so much of this would be different.

Would I be here?

Would Charles have had a reason to come to the pack land if Lucca didn't do his job?

Sure, he came here to get the jewels off of Simon but things would be different, maybe Simon would have told Silas about the jewels sooner and he'd be ready for it.

He'd had gotten rid of them.

Those stupid jewels, they weren't anything special or not as much as Charles made them out to be.

They didn't do anything for shifters per-say.

They were more useful for werewolves because with the jewel you could shift into anything you saw fit.

Anything of normal size, you couldn't become a mouse or something small like that.

The smallest you could shift would be a large breed dog but the last thing Charles wanted was a wolf to have that power.

He hated Werewolves, he spoke dirt about them all the time.

I cringed thinking about it, shaking my head as I watched trees pass by the window.

The jewels also helped to heal, made things faster, easier.

Still painful but did numb you more than a regular healer's crystals would.

I took a deep breath, looking forwards as my dads sat in the front of the SUV, both of them talking about something I didn't bother listening to with my headphones stuck in my ear.

It made me nervous having them both leave the land, the Alpha and the Beta leaving the territory never ended well but they both reassured me that it was fine, that they had people watching out.

Like Ellis, Ivan's older brother, he was in charge while they were away.

I tried to let that ease me as we drove the twelve hours north into Canada.

We were headed to Jasper.

Silas said he didn't want to stop very much so the three of us were taking turns driving but so far Darren hadn't given up the wheel even though we'd been in the car for nearly six hours.

"I'm getting hungry," Silas said as the music paused with a track change.

I took a headphone out, I was starting to get hungry too, we had snacks around us and Darren reached back grabbing a small bag of chips and tossed it towards Silas, who just rolled his eyes.

"I want real food," Silas turned and looked back at me.

"Are you sick of junk food? Do you want a real meal?"

I nodded my head and looked at Darren's eyes in the rear-view mirror.

Darren huffed and shook his head.

"Fine, next pitstop but that's not an invitation to let you drive."

Silas shook his head this time, before pointing towards a sign that had a McDonald's poster.

'That's not real food,' I signed to Silas.

He let out a small laugh.

"No, I guess you're right, maybe the next diner, what do you think Dare?"

Darren shrugged.

"I'm good with some chips, honestly."

"You plan on driving the whole way to Canada and only eating some chips?"

'Body needs fuel,' I typed into my cell-phone, letting the text to speech echo in the car.

"I hate when you two gang up on me," Darren said with another huff, turning the wheel of the car to the next exit into a small town that sat on the edge of the highway.

"One quick meal, then back on the road. I want to be there before nightfall tomorrow."

"Remind me never to plan a road trip with him again eh?" Silas said with a smirk looking at me.

I smiled back, slinking back into my seat, putting my earbud back in and listening to the end to 'Chasing Cars'.

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Top 10 Beaches in Ocean City, MD

Ocean City, MD, is a beloved destination for beachgoers seeking sun, surf, and sand. Just a short drive from Salisbury, MD, this coastal gem offers a variety of beaches, each with its own unique charm and attractions. Whether you’re looking for family-friendly spots, great surfing locations, or serene getaways, Ocean City has something for everyone. Here’s a guide to the top 10 beaches in Ocean City, MD.

1. Ocean City Beach

Ocean City Beach is the crown jewel of the area, stretching for 10 miles along the Atlantic coast. Known for its wide, sandy shores and bustling boardwalk, this beach is perfect for families and visitors of all ages. Enjoy swimming, sunbathing, beach volleyball, and a variety of water sports. The boardwalk offers numerous dining, shopping, and entertainment options, making it a must-visit.

2. Assateague Island National Seashore

Located just south of Ocean City, Assateague Island is famous for its wild horses and pristine beaches. This protected seashore offers a more natural beach experience with opportunities for bird watching, camping, and kayaking. The serene environment is ideal for those looking to escape the crowds and enjoy nature.

3. Northside Park Beach

Northside Park Beach is a family-friendly destination located at 125th Street. This beach is part of a 58-acre complex that includes sports fields, a fishing lagoon, and a large playground. It’s perfect for a day of picnicking, playing sports, and relaxing by the water. The park also hosts various events and festivals throughout the year.

4. Fenwick Island State Park

A bit north of Ocean City, Fenwick Island State Park offers a tranquil beach experience. Known for its clean, spacious beaches and clear waters, it’s a great spot for swimming, fishing, and sunbathing. The park also has amenities such as showers, restrooms, and a snack bar, making it convenient for a full day of beach fun.

5. Maryland Beach

Located at the northernmost part of Ocean City, Maryland Beach is less crowded and perfect for those seeking a quieter beach day. The soft sand and gentle waves make it a great spot for families with young children. Nearby, you’ll find shops and eateries to explore after a day in the sun.

6. Inlet Beach

Inlet Beach, located at the southern end of Ocean City, offers stunning views of the inlet and the Assateague Island Lighthouse. It’s a popular spot for fishing and surfing due to the strong currents and abundant marine life. The beach is close to the Ocean City Life-Saving Station Museum and numerous dining options.

7. Sandy Point State Park

Though a bit of a drive from Ocean City, Sandy Point State Park is worth mentioning for its beautiful beach on the Chesapeake Bay. It’s a great spot for swimming, picnicking, and enjoying panoramic views of the bay. The park also offers hiking trails and fishing opportunities.

8. Sunset Park Beach

For a beach with a view, head to Sunset Park Beach. This smaller beach area is known for its stunning sunsets and views of Assateague Island. It’s a peaceful spot perfect for evening walks and enjoying the natural beauty of the area. The park also hosts free concerts and events during the summer months.

9. Fishing Pier Beach

Located near the Ocean City Fishing Pier, this beach is a favorite among anglers and families. The pier provides excellent fishing opportunities, while the beach itself is great for swimming and sunbathing. The nearby arcade and amusement rides add to the fun, making it a popular spot for kids.

10. Holts Landing State Park Beach

Another great option just north of Ocean City is Holts Landing State Park Beach. This hidden gem offers a quiet beach experience with calm waters ideal for paddleboarding and kayaking. The park features picnic areas, hiking trails, and beautiful views of the Indian River Bay.

Conclusion

Ocean City, MD, boasts an array of beautiful beaches, each offering something unique for visitors. Whether you’re looking for a bustling boardwalk, serene natural settings, or family-friendly fun, you’ll find the perfect beach to suit your needs. After a day of beach-hopping, you can relax and unwind at a comfortable and convenient hotel. For the best accommodations and easy access to all these fantastic beaches, consider staying at the Wingate Salisbury. Check out one of the best Hotels near Ocean City MD. Book Your Stay Today!

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Exploring Myanmar: Top Tourist Destinations You Must Visit

Myanmar, with its rich history, vibrant culture, and stunning landscapes, is an emerging gem in Southeast Asia's travel scene. This enchanting country, formerly known as Burma, offers a plethora of unique experiences that cater to history buffs, nature enthusiasts, and cultural explorers alike. If you're considering a trip to Myanmar, here’s a guide to some of the most captivating tourist destinations in Myanmar that should be on your itinerary.

1. Bagan: The Land of Temples

Bagan is one of Myanmar’s most iconic destinations, renowned for its breathtaking collection of ancient temples and pagodas. This archaeological marvel boasts over 2,000 temples and stupas scattered across a vast plain, creating a mesmerizing landscape that is best explored by sunrise hot air balloon rides or serene bike rides through the plains.

Highlights: Shwedagon Pagoda, Ananda Temple, Dhammayangyi Temple

Must-Do: Witness the sunrise over Bagan’s temples from a hot air balloon for an unforgettable view.

2. Yangon: The Cultural and Economic Hub

As Myanmar’s largest city, Yangon offers a fascinating blend of colonial architecture, vibrant street life, and significant religious sites. The city’s crown jewel is the Shwedagon Pagoda, a golden stupa that is a pilgrimage site for Buddhists and a symbol of Myanmar’s spiritual heritage.

Highlights: Shwedagon Pagoda, Sule Pagoda, Bogyoke Aung San Market

Must-Do: Explore the bustling markets and taste traditional Burmese cuisine.

3. Mandalay: The Heart of Burmese Culture

Mandalay, Myanmar’s second-largest city, is a treasure trove of cultural and historical landmarks. It’s the cultural capital of Myanmar and offers a wealth of attractions, from ancient royal palaces to beautiful monasteries.

Highlights: Mandalay Hill, Kuthodaw Pagoda, U Bein Bridge

Must-Do: Visit the U Bein Bridge at sunset to experience the tranquil beauty of this iconic structure.

4. Inle Lake: A Tranquil Escape

Nestled in the Shan Hills, Inle Lake is famous for its stunning natural scenery and unique floating gardens. The lake is home to the Intha people, who live on stilt houses and navigate the waters using traditional one-leg rowing techniques.

Highlights: Floating Gardens, Phaung Daw Oo Pagoda, Inle Lake Boat Tours

Must-Do: Take a boat tour around the lake and witness the traditional lifestyles of the Intha people.

5. Ngapali Beach: Myanmar’s Tropical Paradise

For those seeking a tropical getaway, Ngapali Beach offers pristine white sands, clear turquoise waters, and a tranquil atmosphere. It’s the perfect destination for relaxation and enjoying a range of water activities, including snorkeling and swimming.

Highlights: Ngapali Beach, Pearl Farm Tours, Local Seafood Restaurants

Must-Do: Spend a day lounging on the beach and savoring fresh seafood by the shore.

6. Bago: Historical and Spiritual Significance

Bago, located just a short drive from Yangon, is home to some of Myanmar’s most impressive historical and spiritual sites. The city is known for its massive reclining Buddha and ancient pagodas that reflect the rich history and religious significance of the region.

Highlights: Shwemawdaw Pagoda, Kyaikpun Pagoda, Reclining Buddha

Must-Do: Explore the ancient pagodas and experience the local Buddhist culture.

7. Hsipaw: A Hidden Gem in the North

For adventurous travelers, Hsipaw offers a glimpse into the rural life of Myanmar. Located in the northern part of the country, this small town is surrounded by scenic landscapes, including rolling hills and traditional Shan villages.

Highlights: Local Trekking Trails, Shan Villages, Hsipaw’s Old Market

Must-Do: Trek through the surrounding hills and interact with local villagers for an authentic experience.

8. Pyin Oo Lwin: The Summer Retreat

Known for its cool climate and colonial architecture, Pyin Oo Lwin (formerly Maymyo) was a summer retreat for British colonialists. The town is surrounded by botanical gardens and offers a refreshing escape from the heat of the lowlands.

Highlights: National Kandawgyi Gardens, Pyin Oo Lwin’s Botanical Gardens, Colonial Architecture

Must-Do: Stroll through the botanical gardens and enjoy the cooler climate.

Planning Your Trip

For a well-curated travel experience in Myanmar, Pro Niti Travel offers expert guidance and personalized itineraries. They can help you explore these destinations and ensure you get the most out of your visit to this captivating country.

Conclusion

Myanmar is a destination of immense beauty and cultural depth, offering travelers a chance to explore ancient wonders, serene landscapes, and vibrant city life. Whether you’re marveling at the temples of Bagan, relaxing on the shores of Ngapali Beach, or delving into the rich history of Mandalay, Myanmar promises an unforgettable journey. Pack your bags and prepare to be enchanted by one of Southeast Asia’s most intriguing countries.

For more information and to start planning your Myanmar adventure, visit Pro Niti Travel and embark on a journey to discover the wonders of Myanmar.