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A Malt et Falchion: September 2006
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A Malt et Falchion. A view of the world in the night, through rain, dense fog and the malodorous fumes of garbage outside my door. Saturday, September 23, 2006. What's WOT, What? Ten years have past since that fateful day which turned my life around. Ten years since that quiz in the Daly Memorial Hall, standing on. Carai an Caldazar, Carai an Elisande, al Elisande, Fear holds no place in my heart, al Elisande. How many times have I called Her, Mashiara? Moiraine. Weep for Moiraine, my brethren, for s...
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A Malt et Falchion: March 2006
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A Malt et Falchion. A view of the world in the night, through rain, dense fog and the malodorous fumes of garbage outside my door. Wednesday, March 08, 2006. While in the East. There are certain stories that are left half unsaid; Kubla Khan for instance. Was Kubla Khan better left unfinished, or was the genius of Coleridge as active in his waking hours? A voice plays in my head, a loquacious, luscious voice full of promise. Croons it in my ear, Kill him and I promise you power over lands. Her face flashe...
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A Malt et Falchion: January 2006
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A Malt et Falchion. A view of the world in the night, through rain, dense fog and the malodorous fumes of garbage outside my door. Friday, January 13, 2006. An Editor out for. A fine motto indeed, or should I say a vine. I'm quite familiar with him now, so do I dare call him Storm instead, or perhaps And, or even A? I had thought then, to talk about the Falchion at the Malt. Every prophecy had mentioned a drink when the Falchion was mentioned, but to sit at a cafe called the Malt. does that count. We che...
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A Malt et Falchion: February 2007
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A Malt et Falchion. A view of the world in the night, through rain, dense fog and the malodorous fumes of garbage outside my door. Thursday, February 15, 2007. Then he went speechless. He couldn't explain what he wanted to say. I could see it on his face, though. I understood. I remembered another. Then I remembered again Storm and his belief in grandeur. I remembered what he used to say. Imagine. Blinding sweet, O great god Pan! The sun on the hill forgot to die,. Came back to dream on the river.
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A Malt et Falchion: June 2006
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A Malt et Falchion. A view of the world in the night, through rain, dense fog and the malodorous fumes of garbage outside my door. Wednesday, June 28, 2006. The Knight stared out into space. He had been here for three long, tiring days filled with 36 watt smiles, cannibalizing meritocrats and a view he had not had in years - that of the sea. Ah the sea! O telemeth ena miriel. Elbereth, Ah Elbereth. In this far land of woven trees. Thy starlight on the Western Seas. Posted by TenG at 9:35 AM. H and T write.
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A Malt et Falchion: February 2006
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A Malt et Falchion. A view of the world in the night, through rain, dense fog and the malodorous fumes of garbage outside my door. Thursday, February 09, 2006. He walks in shadow. I wonder if I can make it before the Pit draws too near, for I can’t carry my secret anymore. Neither can I wait, for a grand build up only to be left with a sour taste of anti-climax, bars of Toblerone, eaten three at a time. Better Benadryl than Toblerone. The secret? Posted by TenG at 7:17 AM. View my complete profile.
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A Malt et Falchion: May 2006
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A Malt et Falchion. A view of the world in the night, through rain, dense fog and the malodorous fumes of garbage outside my door. Tuesday, May 16, 2006. An Anklet for a Verse. The virile Kovalan, decides that Kannagi just doesnt cut it and begins to, if you would excuse the IIT lingo, put its. News reaches Kannagi how goes wild with grief. Now, here's the best part. She rushes to the king's court, anklet in hand and demands of the queen what the jewels inside. Of her husband, but a repressed woman of so...
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A Malt et Falchion: October 2006
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A Malt et Falchion. A view of the world in the night, through rain, dense fog and the malodorous fumes of garbage outside my door. Saturday, October 28, 2006. The scorpion cried, "And I will show you a place where you can eat all the flies in the world". The frog croaked "How do I know that you won't sting me as I carry you across the water, or place you on the other side? You have my word," pleaded the scorpion, "besides, if I sting you, how will I get back to my family the on my return trip? The Agony ...
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A Malt et Falchion: March 2007
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A Malt et Falchion. A view of the world in the night, through rain, dense fog and the malodorous fumes of garbage outside my door. Wednesday, March 07, 2007. The Agony and Ecstacy - or lack of it thereof. So, as I was saying, my dear Storm; I may call you Storm, mayn't I? What is that you say? What was that chap's name again? Sal something. I remember what he said sitting in his wheelchair. Mediocrities of the world! I absolve you, I absolve you, I absolve you. The Knight spoke, "Oh shut up! H and T write.
