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The Bastarding Extra "i"
Lisa had been very disaffected by "book club". She'd been all geared up for a night of deep discussion, only to discover that half of the women hadn't read it and the other half, who had read it, weren't willing to talk about it. The only mulling had been over wine and the only thing digested had been cheese.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Jumping the Bonfire. Runner-up in Summer Solstice Challenge.
"It's wet again, isn't it?" "Ah, it is that," Garett responded. "It is worrying, for the crops." Old Joe continued to chew on his piece of straw, rain dripping from his hat, and gazing off into the distance. Garett unloaded sacks of grain off his cart for which he'd traded in the town. As miller, he was responsible for providing flour for the village but it was proving hard. Their crop yield was weak this past year and with the wet threatening to lessen it again this year, people were worried. How could they feed their families if this continued?
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
School for Villains. Content Warning.
"There are many things that you need to know in order to be a successful villain. Can anybody name any?" The Professor started every year with his new class of hopefuls with a simple question and answer. As expected, no-one put their hand up. None would carelessly reveal their knowledge. It was the role of the villain not to appear too eager, to remain withdrawn until the ultimate moment came to make themselves known.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Rachel Reviews: The Villa of Mysteries by David Hewson
I thoroughly enjoyed David Hewson's novel, the second of his Nic Costa series. It is a police thriller, set in Rome, which is action from the get go with the discovery of a body, preserved in peat and believed to be part of an ancient Roman ritual.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in BookClub
Llion the Brave Version 2. Top Story - June 2024.
Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
