#i wanted the circles to be transparent to be like my imagine is dissolving (very meta) but tumblr doesnt agree with my plans today

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if you drew anything xion, my heart would be so happy ✪

this is based off of tokyo teddy bear (vocaloid song)

#kh #kingdom hearts #xion #fanart #i wanted the circles to be transparent to be like my imagine is dissolving (very meta) but tumblr doesnt agree with my plans today

[separatist-apologist]

Listen…There’s so so little HelionxLoA smut out there🤧🤧 so naturally I came to the Queen of Vanserra/Spellcleaver writing to request literally anything you want to write for them, I just need content about them cause all we have is CRUMBS😭🤧

love your writing boo have a wonderful day💕

Look, if you think you can show up in my ask box demanding Helion content you are absolutely right. Honestly, more of this please. We could put Helion in ALL KINDS of positions, I know he'd be up for it.

Anyway, this is NSFW, 18+, edited with my hands tied behind my back.

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Helion pulled himself out of the gleaming pool of salt water, blinded by the overhead sun. Meeting, meetings, meetings, he thought despondently, wrapping a towel around his waist. What good was being the High Lord if your time still wasn’t your own? Helion wanted to float in sunlight until his skin burned. He wanted to float until he felt nothing but oblivion, until he was one with the world.

Instead he’d sit at his desk and a stack of papers while emissary’s for whatever boring High Lord wanted to talk to him droned on and on about trade routes and taxes. Helion had hoped to never be High Lord, had hoped the magic might skip him entirely and then Amarantha, the cunt, fucked that all up.

Not that Helion didn’t still indulge, of course. Just not as often as he would have liked.

His bare feet smacked against the marble, still slippery from the water and he smirked at a gentleman who glanced at the towel hanging from his hips. He knew what they were wondering. What was beneath? Nothing, he thought with relish.

“Give me twenty minutes,” Helion told one of his advisors as he made his way towards his bedroom. “Who is waiting?”

“An emissary from Autumn, High Lord.”

Helion rolled his eyes. “Give me an hour, then,” he replied with a relish. It hardly punished Beron, given he’d sent one of his simpering, spineless courtiers in his stead and yet Helion still could not help but be petty. Let the courtier go back to Autumn and complain about Helion’s lack of time for them. Perhaps one day Beron would take the hint.

He flung open his bedroom door with a relish, intending to bathe and, afterwards, take a nap. Maybe eat after that, read a few chapters of his book and then, if he felt like it, hear out whatever Beron wanted.

Helion froze in place, eyes huge, hand still on the doorknob behind him. The Lady of Autumn, his lady, Amera, stood in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a flimsy, cotton shift that did absolutely nothingto hide her body from him.

This is a dream, his mind shouted. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d imagined her standing in his bedroom with those russet eyes filled with wanting. He reached for his side and pinched hard, waiting to see her dissolve into nothingness.

She took a step forward. “You’re not imagining things,” she told him, her voice somehow prettier than he remembered. He rubbed his jaw; aware he must look half insane standing as he was. Helion, unable to put together words, at least managed to lock the door behind him. Had he said an hour? Autumn’s courtier would go home unanswered.

“How?” He asked, fisting his hands at his sides. His eyes drifted towards her pert breasts, the rosy nipples stark against the near transparent fabric.

Her eyes sparked with amusement. “You haven’t heard?”

Helion’s knees began to shake as a smile spread across her beautiful face. “Eris is High Lord, now.”

“How?”

Mischief replaced her amusement. “How, indeed.”

“So you’re…” He couldn’t get the word out, couldn’t bring himself to say it only to be rebuffed. Centuries of waiting, of wanting, of yearning and now Helion needed her to say it.

“Yours?” She supplied. Finally, his body worked and Helion, unable to stand it a moment longer, surged towards his lady and yanked her into his arms. He meant to kiss her but his legs gave way and Helion knelt before her instead, hugging her middle.

“Stay,” he begged like he’d done many, many times before. She carded her fingers through his wet, tangled hair. “Please stay.”

“For how long?” She responded and Helion couldn’t believe it was real. It wasn’t really happening. He was dehydrated, still floating in the pool, fantasizing like he so often did. He squeezed her body, his hands taking on a life of their own as they began to slide the long shift up her thin legs.

“Forever,” he choked, catching the scent of her arousal before he hand the shift anywhere close to her cunt. She chucked over him, as though the scene unfolding amused her.

“Is that all?” She asked him and Helion growled, pressing his mouth against her thigh.

“No,” he replied, ripping the fabric bunched in his hands. She gasped but Helion would shred everything she brought from Autumn, every article of clothing, every pretty memento and, in time, every bad memory. He stood, ripping his way up to the neckline while she looked up at him with clear eyes. He’d forgotten how little she was in comparison and the urge to protect her flared to life.

She slid the sleeves of the now ruined undergarment to the floor, never breaking eye contact. “Is it as you remember?” She asked him, pressing a hand to his hard chest. He swallowed hard because no, she wasn’t as he remembered. Too thin, too pale…he could fix that.

“Better,” he said instead, sucking air in sharply when she pulled the knot out of his towel, letting the fabric drop to the floor. She cocked her head to the side, red curls spilling down her back. A smile curved over her pretty, red lips and Helion almost let her sink to her knees in front of him.

“No,” he all but snarled, catching her by the elbows. “Absolutely not.”

She frowned, opening her mouth to protest and while Helion would have liked nothing more than to feel her mouth around him again, he would have her body, or he would have nothing at all. He scooped her up, reveling in the feel of her bare skin against his own and swallowed any protest she might have offered with his lips. He felt fevered, hungry, and desperate for the female he spread delicately across his bed of white and gold.

He stopped his kissing just long enough to position himself on the bed, half covering her body with his own. She tasted exactly as he remembered, like roasted chestnuts and bright, sun washed apples and Helion was lost. He ran a broad hand up her thigh and over her stomach, over and over, reveling in the feel of her soft skin beneath his calloused hands.

Helion’s cock ached even before she reached between them and began to stroke. He groaned against her cheek, his eyes rolling back into his skull. Had anything ever felt so good? “Let me touch you,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

“I want to touch you,” he replied, settling a knee between her legs as he cradled her face in his hand. “I want to taste you.”

She sighed sweetly, shaking her head back and forth as though the whole thing were infinitely funny and not something Helion had been thinking about for practically his entire life. Three centuries. That’s how long it had been since he’d last touched her, tasted her…really spoke to her. He’d heard her offer him forever, but Helion couldn’t quite believe it. Their time was always numbered, always stolen in between hiding from Beron and he’d learned to take what he could before she vanished again.

He needed her to feel good, to think about his skin against hers, his mouth, his everything. He needed her to miss him the way he missed her.

“Why not both?” She asked a moment before he caught one of her rosy nipples between his teeth, breathing hot air against her breast as he teased gently. Her eyes fluttered shut and her hips bucked gently, rubbing against his thigh. The radiating heat was enough to almost convince Helion to abandon his plan of slow seduction in favor of rough, near animalistic fucking. Next time, he swore, not convinced there would be a next time. He needed to hear her scream his name so loud Rhysand and Thesan would hear over the border.

Down, down, down, he slid, his tongue trailing a path over her pale, freckled skin. He parted her thighs as her breath caught overhead and Helion thought he might cry at the sight of her, spread out like his favorite meal. Mine, you are mine—

He brushed his thumb over her wet, pink opening, delighted when her whole body seemed to quiver at the touch. He ground himself into the mattress in an attempt to alleviate the ache building but rationally, the only thing that would satisfy him was her clenched around him.

“Helion,” she gasped overhead, the sexiest thing he’d ever heard in his life. He wanted to hear her say it again. He took his thumb and rubbed an excruciatingly slow circle over her quivering clit as he watched over. Her back arched in response, her eyes flying open.

“Helion, please,” she begged this time. Not enough, he thought to himself, circling again, a smile curved over his lips.

She screamed softly with frustration, her eyes locked with his. Beautiful, so fucking beautiful—

“Helion!”

That was good, he decided, in part because he was also desperately wanted to taste the arousal he could smell. He dropped his head and licked, replacing his finger as Amera fisted her hand in his hair.

“Better,” she half-gasped. “Please don’t stop.”

As if he could. He’d just begun besides, intoxicated off the sweet, musky taste of her arousal. Wet, he thought, his tongue sliding back down her cunt towards the opening he very much planned to be in just as soon as she came in his mouth. She was so damn wet it was driving him insane.

He couldn’t resist sliding his tongue into her body, his nose rubbing against her clit, to fuck her with his mouth. She writhed overtop him, her slick coating his face in the most satisfying way. To Helion, he felt the wet like a brand upon his skin, a warning to any other who might come near him.

Yours, I’m yours—

Back to her clit, his tongue skilled, his fingers parting her so he could have more, all of her. Helion was greedy and always had been. He hated the thought of sharing, of only getting the pieces she could give. Everything was available to him now.

He wanted it all.

“Helion,” she gasped again, her thighs clenching around his face. Helion smiled, his mouth moving faster, methodically, exactly the way he remembered. Her hands tightened in his hair, pulling almost painfully to hold him exactly where he was. Her hips bowed off the bed the same moment a scream ripped through the pulsating silence, his name mingled somewhere between. He didn’t stop, riding her through and, perhaps, hopeful she’d let him keep going.

She yanked hard, demanding him to come back to her. He’d intended to slide himself right in, anticipation warm in his stomach but it was clear Amera had other thoughts. She sat up quickly, her eyes liquid flame, and pushed him to the bed before he could do little more than exhale.

She straddled him without a hint of hesitation, positioning the head of his cock over her dripping pussy. Helion cried out when she sank down quickly, taking every inch of him all at once. His eyes snapped open as she began to rock, her breasts bouncing in his line of view.

He was tense, taut with burning desire. It was all too much and Helion knew he wasn’t going to be able to drag it out the way he’d wanted to. She was so tight it felt like a second skin. It was all Helion could do but hold her hips, his fingers grazing the swell of her ass.

She dug her nails into his chest hard enough she was close to drawing blood. She remembered, he thought in a daze. He liked that edge of pain, the feral part of fucking that left gouges in his skin as a reminder of what they’d done. He couldn’t bring himself to bruise her skin, not when he knew she’d spent centuries hiding them. She could hurt him however she liked but Helion could not hurt her at all.

“Come for me,” he begged, so close he was hanging by a thread. He was counting in his head, trying to prevent himself from spilling though electricity hummed through his veins, urging him to let go and give in to the building heat that had settled in his sac. “Please, Amera—”

She came again, the walls of her cunt fluttering around him with intensity. He lost his control, roaring so loud he knew the Autumn emissary knew why he was waiting. His muscles locked for a moment as release poured out of him, his warm come spilling from her pussy back down his shaft to pool on the sheets below them.

He reached for her, still sheathed within her, and kissed her roughly, desperately. This had always been the part where she left him and Helion couldn’t help his terror. Don’t leave me, he begged silently. Stay.

She caressed his face, smiling as she looked down at his face. “You shouldn’t keep Eris waiting.”

“Let him,” Helion replied, his voice hoarse. “I’ve waited long enough.”

“I’m not leaving,” she promised but Helion crushed her to his chest all the same.

Forever wasn’t long enough.

#helion #helion x loa #helion x lady of autumn #hot sun dad #hot pumpkin mom #honestly this is what helion deserves #give him a happy ending i s2g #acotar #day court #helion defense squad #spell-cleavers is this your ask? #you don't have to be anon #i would do anything for you

[midnightprelude]

For @14daysdalovers​, @oftachancer​ and I wrote a little Dorian x Anders which will eventually become part of Underneath the Bough. Spoilers for that fic, if you’re reading it. ;) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4699 Read here under the cut or on AO3.

Anders

The light of the full moon and the illuminated bulbs that decorated the grounds of the Pavus estate made his sojourn from the manor house towards the stables easier than Anders had expected given the hour. He rubbed the ever-present exhaustion from his eyes as his boots crunched softly against gravel, dirt, and grass, attempting to stick to the shadows until he was out of sight of the myriad windows looming over him from the walls of Dorian’s home.

The copse of trees near the stables, when the moon is at her apex, Dorian had murmured, his hand brushing over Anders’ shoulder at midday. Tonight.

He’d scarcely been able to think of anything but the curve of Dorian’s smirk underneath his perfectly curled mustache for the rest of the day. 

The trees were broad-branched and leaf-filled, seeming to block all but the barest starlight as he stepped deeper into the copse, following small twisting papers that fluttered on strings from the branches. Snatches of poems. Strange symbols he’d noticed Dorian and Almila both using in their notes and notations. When he reached the clearing, he paused, staring at the edge of a circle of white sand, lit from within by myriad candles. The figure in its center was swathed in a midnight blue robe, cowled and murmuring quietly over a flat silver tray. 

Dorian glanced up, that self-same smirk curling his lips. “Well, come in. Mind you don’t disturb the circle.”

Anders stepped gingerly over the lines, head on a swivel, trying to take in everything, to commit it all to memory- It must have taken ages to put it all together, Dorian radiating moonglow and starlight, shrouded in shadow. “What is this?” he murmured, crossing to touch the hem of the long sleeves Dorian wore. “Some sort of ritual?”

“There’s that quicksilver mind I’m so fond of.” Dorian gleamed. “We are teaching you the basics of your gift, are we not? This is one of the simpler ones.” He turned his hand, brushing his fingers over Anders’ wrist. “Whatever did you think you were coming out here for?”

Anders puffed out his cheeks, exhaling slowly. “Not a lesson, certainly.”

Silver eyes glittered in the candlelight. “I could have sworn you were exhausted. I distinctly recall our last interlude being interrupted by you falling asleep on me.”

“You’re very comfortable,” Anders chuckled, trying to hide his disappointment behind a smile. Dorian had gone to all this trouble for a reason and he was loath to let it go unappreciated. “Alright,” he said quietly. “What is it we’re doing, then?”

Dorian pointed up. “We’re harvesting moonlight.” He eased to his feet, collecting his cane as he moved, and nodded to a stool and a pile of silver velvet. “You’ll want to change.”

“Harvesting-“ Anders stared at him. Dorian said it as though he was recounting what he’d had for breakfast. He nodded, moving slowly towards the cloth, stripping off his jacket and vest as though in a daze. “What am I supposed to-“

The candles flared around them, dozens that had been unlit in interlocking semicircles around them sizzling to life as if of their own accord. “I’ll show you,” Dorian murmured. “It’s almost time. Leave who you’ve been behind and let the robe be the only thing between you and the sky.” 

“So the stories about witches dancing naked in the moonlight are true, then?” Anders smirked, color rising to his cheeks as he did as he was bidden, unbuttoning and unlacing and shucking his clothes, draping the silver robe around his shoulders as he folded his shirt and trousers and the rest into a tidy pile.

“We aren’t witches,” Dorian lifted a brow. “We’re mages. Witches are something altogether different. Powerful in their own right, often devastatingly so, but not the same.” He took Anders' hands, guiding him to the center of the circle. “And we aren’t dancing. We’re working.” He turned his palms to face the sky in the center of the tiny clearing, curving his hands into cups. “Like so.”

Even watching such simple movements were enough to set Anders’ fingers shaking. The elegance in those hands. The surety in his voice. The clever discernment of his eyes. He tried to still them, to assume the same position Dorian had, but there was a shiver in his spine that wasn’t from the cold. Gods, he wanted to kiss that smirking grin, to drag Dorian down to the earth and make love to him under the stars. 

But instead Anders listened and followed, meeting eyes fashioned from glinting silver for approval.

“A little higher.” He touched Anders’ knuckles lightly, lifting his hands out and to the sides. “You’re holding your breath. You need to exhale. Let your body root to the earth through your heels. Feel the sky like a crown touching the top of your head. You are infinite, capable of the impossible, and you bridge the space between the soil and the clouds.”

Dorian brushed his thumbs across Anders’ palms. “Feel the light touching you. Feel the spools of it unraveling from the rays of the moon and pouring into your hands. Stay with me. Focus on my eyes. Roots in the earth. Crown in the sky. One path for the light. Can you feel it?”

Focus on his eyes. Endless depths of mercury, clever and glimmering under thick, furrowed eyebrows. What a wonder it would be to taste the moonlight on his skin, to feel that deep velvet under his fingertips, and then a very different sort of velvet against his tongue as his knees dug into the ground and the chirps of evening insects were replaced with Dorian’s restrained moans in the quiet thicket, until he dripped with his own sort of starlight down Anders’ tongue-

What was magic, compared to the shift of Dorian’s eyes, the way he melted when Anders admitted he loved him, he wanted him, he enjoyed his company and his mind and his body? Andraste’s tears, his body, sculpted by the Maker himself; He could’ve stopped proudly after he’d created his masterpiece, every line immaculate, every curve sensual, and the slant of that smile was enough to set fields ablaze-

Dorian’s lips curled into a wide, pleased smile. Teeth like pearls, reflecting a bright glow. And in the depths of his gleaming eyes, spears of silver flame licked his expanding pupils, splitting them like cats’ eyes. “I ask for thread and you give me ribbons,” Dorian chuckled, his voice smoked like the scotch he favored, pewter smoke puffing from his lips. “You always insist on doing things in your own particular way, don’t you?”

Anders followed his gaze to his hands; the cups of his palms were luminescent, filled and overflowing with silver-white transparent silk that seemed to weave itself from the air to pool and pour over his hands into a pile between their feet. His toes glowed with internal light where they peeked from beneath the silver robe, splashes of glimmering starlight catching the grass like dew. 

Dorian touched his chin, beaming, kissing him, and his lips felt like the buzz of champagne- ticklish and effervescent and ephemeral. Anders gasped as he tilted his head back and the rain of moonlight poured over him like a warm waterfall of teasing touches over his face and through his hair and down his neck; it slipped past his lips - thick as molasses, light as air, more pure than any water he’d ever tasted, coating his tongue… He gazed at the moon, drinking its light, bathing in it, and felt the ache and exhaustion in his muscles and bones melting away like ice before the sun. More ribbons. More light. 

His robe parted under Dorian’s fingers, falling away, and Anders felt warmer for its absence. Cloaked in the sheen of the full orb above them which seemed to expand and expand until it swallowed the sky. 

“Magnificent,” Dorian murmured; he was sunlight in the middle of the night- burning with raw, golden energy and the sizzle of shadows of midsummer midday. He brushed his thumbs down Anders’ thighs as he sank to his knees in the still pooling ribbons of light, dropping kisses like molten wax to Anders’ skin. “You are magnificent.”

“Dorian,” Anders whispered, staring down the line of his body to meet eyes that had become gilded, “am I- We did this? This? How did-“ Gods, he felt more energized than he had in a decade, as though he could float from the earth itself if he willed it. The thought made him feel cloudy, shimmering like the light that grazed him, and he caught his breath as he felt air touch the bottoms of his feet. “This is real?”

“Yes.” Dorian held his hips, drawing him back to earth. “Heels to the soil, my love. I don’t want you to float away.”

“Float-“ Anders gasped, laughing. Gods, he was floating; it hadn’t just been his imagination. He tried to anchor himself again, but his feet ground six inches into the dirt. “Andraste’s frilly underskirts, I can fly. I could- I could-“ He blinked, running his glowing hands through the silk of Dorian’s hair. “Dorian, I could try to fix your leg. I could do that for you, if you let me, I feel like I could all at once, right now, and still be able to catch the stars like lightning bugs-“

“Exhale,” Dorian smiled up at him. “Exhale and enjoy it. You needn’t do anything. Only be. You, existing here, is all the magic we need.”

“No, but I could,” Anders breathed out some of that light and it dissipated into mist before him. “I should take advantage of it- I should put it to use while I can, before it dissolves-“

Dorian shook his head, dropping kisses across his hip and his belly. “Not this time, Anders. This time, you drink deep and let the moon and I teach you about your wonders.”

Anders wanted to revolt, to beg him to see reason, to channel the power that was surging through his body like a lightning rod- 

But Dorian’s hands on his hips were steady and his own were shivering with energy and he knew he was right. Drunk. It would be like operating while drunk. A whimper escaped his lips as he closed his eyes and felt every hair Dorian touched energize, every inch of skin moving against his as though in slow motion. “Alright, love,” Anders whispered, cupping his cheek. “Teach me.”

“Send your heels into the earth like roots. Send your hair into the sky like branches. Hold onto me.” Dorian kissed the inside of his wrist. “Hold on to me, be, and remember to breathe.” 

There was a moment where the light and the dark seemed to crystallize around them, fragmenting into a million shattering pieces, then all of the edges seamed together again as Anders felt Dorian’s lips close over him. Hot as a baking oven, but painless. The opposite of painless. Heat and light roaring up through him, warming his veins, weighting him back to the earth. The ribbons pooled over his hands and his shoulders, tender slips of dreams that promised infinity and impossibility. And Dorian drank from him as Anders drank from the moon, holding him steady as he summoned the light down through him-

Energy pooled in his belly, sizzling under his skin. He wasn’t certain if his eyes were open or closed; light seemed to move and flow around him like water regardless. He could feel the grass beneath his feet, but that might have been memory as much as fact, or perhaps he was floating and the ground was simply rising to meet him. 

He was awake. He was alive. Perhaps more alive than he’d ever been. Or was he always like this, and only more aware of his own vitality? He received the air like a gift, each breath a decadent sip, and his lover feasted on him - light and limb - as though he were ambrosia until the wash of soft silverwhite turned violet and green and marigold, altering the flames of the dim flickering candles in their midst. 

“Is it-“ Anders struggled to form words, thoughts sifting from his mind like sand through his fingertips. He leaned his head back to drink in more light, to drown in it, feeling his feet lift from the earth only to be brought back down again with a flicker of will. “Always? Is it always like this?”

Dorian nuzzled the inside of his thigh, smiling drunkenly up at him, gleaming moonlight in his eyes and sunlight in his skin. “It can be,” he licked the words across Anders’ skin. “The moon is full of power; it can be harvested in a number of ways.”

“You’re so beautiful I could weep,” Anders exhaled, grinning down at him, the candlelight shifting to amethyst around them, the reflection catching in Dorian’s eyes and turning silver. “You’ve always known about this? How you could- Maker, that I could-“

“I didn’t know what you could or would until I watched you channel it,” Dorian drew him back to the ground again. “We all have our unique gifts.”

“And what are yours, Dorian?” Anders asked breathlessly, “I want to discover what you can do as well.”

“Greedy,” Dorian chuckled, nipping at the inside of his knee. “Come back down here and I’ll show you.”

Anders hummed, sparkling stars on his breath, pouring over him like a wave, beaming as he kissed along the line of his neck, curling up against him like a cat. “Close enough?”

“Never.” Dorian splayed his hand on Anders’ belly, tangling with him in the grass. “Nothing is close enough.” He pressed gentle, slow, raindrop kisses down the side of Anders’ face, slipping his fingers between his legs. “But we can try to rectify that.”

“Hnn-“ Anders closed his eyes, but could still see the outlines of everything in gilded starlight, shining through his eyelids like a summer sun. Could see Dorian’s smirk, felt the edges of his lips with his fingertips just to be certain- “Rectify,” he murmured, his hips rolling almost of their own accord. “Yes. Please, Dorian, if you can-“

Sunbursts and clear-sky showers pet and pressed as slow-melt kisses rained across his fingers and down his neck. The sky was unending resplendent, dripping over him, lapping at his lips and his skin and his entrance with the buzz of dragonfly wings. “Breathe,” Dorian reminded him gently, delving, drawing the moon into him with the flex of his fingers until Anders thought that he might burst from being overfilled. Light and power and life and love and warmth blended in his belly, softening his muscles and melting him against Dorian’s body. “Is this what you want?” the smoke curled, cardamom and coriander spiced, across his lips. 

“You,” Anders exhaled in a shower of sparks. “You, yes, I want you. I have wanted you. I can think of little else-“ He reached to kiss him, desperate to let loose some of that swirling energy. “It’s so beautiful, Dorian-“

“You are,” Dorian kissed the corner of his mouth, lapping spilling moonlight from his lips as he pressed his melting sunrise fingers deeper. “You are magnificent. You are life, itself.”

“Is your secret power flattery, my lord?” Anders batted his eyelashes, prisms in his periphery, champagne bubbles popping as he laughed. “That seems rather mundane; I must say I’m disappointed.”

“Your eyes shine like amber,” Dorian nipped at his chin. “Your skin is velvet cream. I could drink from you for years and never would my thirst be slaked.” His voice shuffled syrupy, intoxicating mists across Anders’ tongue. “I adore you. I adore your laugh and the spin of your mind and the blossoming expanse of your heart. And when I’m inside you, I’m ecstatic, and also grieve that I will at some point have to leave you.”

“Mm, seems it’s flattery, then,” Anders grinned, catching his lips and sending sparks along Dorian’s skin where they touched. “Oh-“ His back arched and he drove himself against Dorian’s fingers, electricity charging his skin, the static sending shockwaves through him, making every hair raise on their ends. “You don’t need to leave for long, you know. You could-“ Another set of sparks spilled from his fingertips, shivers running through the length of his body. “Oh, Dorian- Is it supposed to feel like this?”

“The flattery?” Dorian smirked against his cheek. “I hope so. Are you enjoying it?”

“Am I-“ Anders breathed, closing his eyes to trace that slanted smile with the tip of his tongue. “I didn’t know I could do this. I didn’t know-“ Grass cool against his back, every blade stark against his skin, bare under the sky. “I adore you, too. You know that, yes?”

“Mmhmm,” Dorian kissed his cheek. “You express it very fluently.” His fingers were curls of power and light, summoning the tart of fresh orange peels and shredded spices to his tongue. Heat buzzed up his spine and out through his fingertips, showering sparks. “You are capable of so much more than you know.”

“And you do?” Anders whispered, gaze focusing on him, able to distinguish every feathered line in his eyes, every eyelash, every faint pore on his cheeks. “You can see what I cannot?”

“Only insofar as I have studied this craft since I was in swaddling clothes.” Dorian met his gaze, unflinching and steady. His pupils were blown with admiration and power and pleasure, the barest argent slivers around the rims. “You’ll learn.”

“I’d prefer it,” Anders chuckled, tugging Dorian’s forehead to his, “if all of our lessons ended like this. Do you think that could be arranged?”

“Like this?” Dorian kissed him, sizzling. “Or like this?” He flexed his fingers. “Or like this?” he glanced at the lights surrounding them. 

“I would take two of three,” Anders hummed, tasting himself and the crackle of energy on Dorian’s tongue. “And leave the specifics entirely up to you.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He leaned up on one elbow, a living sunrise, daybreak thrumming from his fingertips to fill Anders with melting warmth. “Do try the threads,” Dorian murmured, kissing down his neck to his chest. “If only to play, hm?”

“Alright. I’ll try,” Anders murmured, but he was finding it difficult to stem the tide, to focus on shaping the power into something so fine that it could be plucked when it wanted to flood from him, brimming from his skin like a waterfall. It fought him, the surging energy, stretching and tugging against the bounds he tried to set and Dorian’s lips and fingertips made him want to lose himself to the magic even further, to dissolve into sensation and melt into the ground below. 

“That’s more of a sheet, my love,” Dorian murmured, licking a path down his belly. “Thinner, not wider.”

“I’m trying,” Anders protested, closing his eyes and attempting to wrap the light back on itself. “You’re very distracting, you realize?”

He could feel the smirking shift of Dorian’s lips and mustache against his skin as he trailed lower, exhaling lazy summer breezes. “Mmhmm.”

“That’s the point?” Anders leaned up on his elbows to peer at him. “Being distracting?”

“That’s the fun part for me,” Dorian dipped his tongue, grinning indecently. “Are you complaining?”

“No, I’m not-“ Anders sniffed, blowing a plume of silver smoke from his nose on the exhale. “Don’t stop. I’ll keep-“ A tiny flicker tickled his cheek but by the time Anders turned his head to glance at it, the slender thread had expanded into a fat, silky ribbon again. “Blast.”

“You have to use your entire will,” Dorian whispered, hot breath and petal lips and summer morning tongue doing terrible, wonderful things. “Create a sieve and let the light flow through it.”

“Sieve,” Anders repeated, shivering under his touch, trying to imagine it, but unable to conceptualize anything other than the wet warmth of Dorian’s mouth, the twitching of his fingers. “Maker’s beard, Dorian-” Will. Will? How was he supposed to exhibit any semblance of will when- Anders gritted his teeth together, trying not to cry out. Sieve. He tried to catch the light and weave it into some sort of mesh, a quiet whimper escaping his lips as Dorian tasted him.

“If you like.” Dorian nudged his thighs farther apart, “A scraggly beard, long and stringy.”

“Ugh, no-” Anders twitched, trying to hold the strands together and allow the light of the moon to flow through like raindrops on his tongue. “You’re beautiful as you are and I’d not have you change.”

“The strands, love,” Dorian chuckled. The laughter was like perlage rising through him, giddy and gleaming. “Thinner.” He pressed his palm to Anders’ belly, licking up the line of his shaft. “Threads. Droplets. Lace.”

“Call me ‘love’ again,” Anders begged, peering down at him with a grin. “I love how that word sounds on your lips.”

Silver shone. Lips beneath that curled mustache spread in a melting smile. “I love how it feels rolling off my tongue,” Dorian kissed his hip, watching him. “I love how it feels to love you, my love.”

His words were a balm that nearly soothed the sting of his inability to weave the magic as Dorian wished. Anders tightened his jaw, eyes crossing as he tried to tighten ropes into lace- He sighed, grimacing, as the entire construction fell to pieces. “I don’t know how to control it, Dorian,” Anders whispered, touching his cheek with a frown. “I don’t know how to make it listen. I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be sorry.” Dorian climbed up to kiss his chin. “Don’t be sorry, love. Be. You don’t need to understand it yet. I was only curious if you could, since you took to the transmutation so naturally. I shouldn’t have pushed.”

“Dorian,” Anders nuzzled against his cheek, kissing him gently. “It’s alright. Maybe- After. I want you now. I love you and I want you.”

“You do.” He grinned, stroking his hands up Anders’ sides. “You’re moonlight and you want me.” He rolled to his back, drawing Anders over him. “Have me. I’m yours.”

“No, Dorian, you are yours.” Anders smiled, relieved at the permission to focus his attention on one matter, instead of dividing it in twain. His hand climbed up the ladder of Dorian’s ribs to cup his cheek, kneeling on top of him, straddled in the grass under a sea of stars. “You are Dorian Pavus, Earl of Drakonis-on-Sea, heir to Qarinus and Landsbridge and all that other drivel.” He ran his fingers through Dorian’s moonlit hair, kissing everything he could touch. “You are the husband to the most lovely woman in all of England, who dotes on you like you deserve. You are the father of a brilliant, beautiful boy who will grow up to be better than any of us, because of your love and that of his mother’s. You are a master of the arcane wonders, an engineer and scholar without equal. You are an unparalleled wit and an indecently delightful lover. You live and breathe in this world, spectacularly I might add, and because of that fact alone you are worthy of adoration and love, respect and dignity. I would take your wounded heart and fill it over until you’ve love cascading from your earlobes, until you come to the realization that you deserve to discover what it means to be happy and carve out a life where you can be just that.”

Dorian stared up at him. “Where… did that come from?”

“Huh?” Anders blushed, scrubbing a hand across his stubble. “Oh. Sometimes- I get a bit carried away.” He shuffled off of Dorian, laying in the grass, arm over his face. “Gods, I’m sorry.”

“What? Why are you sorry? Stop being sorry.” Dorian followed him, leaning over him. “You really love me.”

“What kind of person would lie about something like that?” Anders slid his arm down slightly so that he could meet Dorian’s eyes, his skin burning. “I don’t see the appeal.”

“Not lie- I didn’t think you were- I only-” Dorian peered down at him, wonderstruck and quizzical. “Embellish. I thought perhaps you might be embellishing.” His lips trembled with a strangely hesitant smile. “You gave me a speech.”

“Ah. I- Yes.” Anders smiled sheepishly, wrinkling his nose. “I mean what I say, though. I wouldn’t make such a fuss otherwise.” “You make a fuss?” Dorian rested his forehead to Anders’, beaming. “Over me? What sort of fuss do you make? Where is it? Can I see?”

“What are you talking about?” Anders pressed his lips together, his cheeks almost certainly crimson. “I’ve completely destroyed the ambiance, haven’t I?”

“Tell me again about making love cascade out of my earlobes.” Dorian nipped at his cheek, giddy. “Hold me and make a fuss. I’ll spin you in moonlight threads like a spool.”

“I thought you knew how I felt,” Anders whispered, touching his nose and following the line down cto his lips. “Didn’t you?” 

“I knew you cared for me. I had no doubt that you wanted me; I am decadently handsome, after all. And I knew you adored Almila. I-” He grinned, glowing, “-suppose I didn’t want to question it further. My earlobes. You glorious man.”

“Like you filled me with moonlight,” Anders murmured against his skin, resting his cheek against Dorian’s chest to watch him, effervescent. “I’ll fill an ocean for you that you can soak in until my love for you permeates your pores, until you’ve started to wrinkle from affection and overindulgence. And I’d love you still, even when your perfect skin sprouts lines at the corners of your eyes and lips from laughter, and your hair turns gray from long years, and your fingers aren’t so wonderfully dextrous as they are today. There is something unquestionably good in you; I know it, I’ve sensed it, I’ve seen it in Almila and Julius’ eyes, Justice can feel it- How could I not love you, even not having unraveled all of the parts of yourself you keep hidden?”

“Ah,” Dorian tilted his head to the side. “So it’s my goodness you’re fond of.”

“Among other things,” Anders frowned, glancing around the circle, the candles still flickering gently in the breeze. “Now you’re making fun.”

“Not at all. I’m delighted. I’ve hummingbirds all aflutter in my veins.” He kissed Anders’ cheek. “I’m not enthused that you think about me growing wrinkles, Maker forbid, but I am positively thrumming that you’ve an inclination to tarry long enough to spot them.”

“I’m already old,” Anders chuckled helplessly, relieved and breathless. “I’ve become preoccupied with my own wrinkles these past few years and I like to inflict my agony upon others to ease my own suffering with company.”

“You aren’t old,” Dorian rolled his eyes. “You’re exquisite.”

“And I’m getting wrinkles and my hair is starting to lose its color.”

“Your hair is gilded sunlight on a winter day when the clouds have just parted.” Dorian nipped at his lower lip. “And I have yet to spot any of the w-word. Should I look more thoroughly?”

“You needn’t,” Anders groaned, closing his eyes. “I already know where they are.”

“Anders.” Dorian chuckled, pressing kisses to his chin and across his jaw, “Tell me your very wonderful words again and make love to me before I get some of my own.”

“I love you,” Anders nudged him with his nose, still blushing. “It’s beautiful here.” He slipped between Dorian’s legs, kissing the side of his knee. “I feel like I mean something in your home, that I matter.” 

“You do,” Dorian touched the side of his face gently. “You do. Both of those things. And not only to us. You’re- you. You’re wondrous. You don’t need us. We need you.”

“I like being needed,” Anders whispered, gazing up at Dorian, at the shadows dancing in his eyes. “I love being loved. It makes all manner of things seem possible.”

“You only just made ribbons from the moon. All manner of things are possible, love.” He threaded his fingers through Anders’ hair. “We’ll teach you. With the rewards for your lessons as you’ve specified.”

#14DALovers #dorian pavus #anders #dragon age fanfiction #dorianders #dorian pavus x anders #midnight rendezvous #smut #underneath the bough #lemon #midnight writes #oftachancer writes

[beyondtheciouds]

30. Part 2 of 3

"I'm not going anywhere."

Once upon a time there was disengaged and distressed damsel who was supposed to lean out of a tower, praying for a perfect escape. The mission; written on paper was simpler to read between the twisted lines of prose. A famous plot for such a tale of fairies. Instead of damseling distress, our amoured princess found herself outside a cryptic tower.

The roles reversed revealed she was searching six degrees of separated spiritual awareness for her soulmate. The girl, a strange one, indeed was traditionally quite beautiful and kind. Her fairytale qualities had made her a lit match for the handsome prince on many a destitute and dark day.

Her face; oval and cherub cheeked was sweet with everlasting sandstorm curls. Those curls bounced as the heavy axe swung around and around; slicing the prickles of thorns one by one. The last cherry kissed breaths of innocence tortured her heart as blues focused relentlessly on cutting down the evergreen thorns. She was stoical in her approach.

An emotionless blackbird; sure as her name, a stain on the glassy reflection of the burning brilliance of the sky. Light was less than an hour away and she hacked and hacked at the briars until she was untangled. Her hands stung and her muscles burned, and still she pressed onwards.

A church clock chimed five in the distance and the ghost of her remained locked in the moment, steadily tearing and threading thorns. Swollen rose petals were chanting the ancient Latin refrain quietly into the air.

Redi a fluctuationem iusto.

The sky; omnious with luminous shades of yellow and gold; red and orange burned back the black, dark desires as the tower became a pillar in her vision. As if an answer, the clouds opened, spilling tears of regret. Soaked with tears of the angel, our princess's present priorities became irrelevant. The spirits sang their misery to her; cried out the crimson spilling from her palms like a psalm.

The Blackthorns buried secrets twisted her heart; enemy snakes secondary to their belated blasphemy.

Gold simply found a new hollow; a place to call home on the pale throat of the girl's prisoned prince.

The locket was calling for her to come home.

Jesse was calling for her.

Entombed; the ghost boy was an uncurible romantic that had the bad luck of having been written on a path of disillusionment and degradation. His love for the princess had lasted longer than the stars knew. Longer than the moon felt. The heavens aligned with the planets in perfection and harmony the day he first met her in the forest.

Resurrection was his destiny.

Death had been his fate.

But, clinging to the here and now had cost the prince dearly. He knew there were decisions and deceit that clung to his soul, dragging behind him an eternal chain of thorns.

Jesse could hear her heart thumping like the beat of a drum through the crumbling ways of the castle tower. The sweet sound beckoned him like children and church bells.

Our prince, unbeknownst to either had a sinister purpose for staying in the inbetween; he had been a human sacrifice to his mother's insanity. The damning death of his father and the decaying dynasty that his mother had traded her solitary sanity to the devil for became his purpose the day he burned with fever.

Jesse Blackthorn had been meant for the destruction of herons; those desirablely efficient and elegant family of fledgling that had cost his mother everything.

Reader; a private reminder in reference to Romeo andJuliet; lovers starcrossed; mismatched by name. The stage had been set for the unsuspecting crossings of this far fetched fairytale.

My only love sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

That I must love a loathed enemy.

Fast forward.

The forest was quiet; cold and unkind. Lucie stood in silence; listening to the dirt bend. If she listened hard enough, she could calmly calibrate the change in the atmosphere. Animals were no longer woodland friends; insects had become nusom foes with yellow eyes. The wind had stilled as if anticipation ran through the bones of the trees to the roots of the Earth. Glass jars of fireflies lit up the circle in a vibrant, blinking outline.

Bright eyes were watching beneath the brush; curious and meddlesome. The energy was in the simplest of shadows, perched as birds on the crooked branches.

Bare.

That was how Lucie felt as the shadows hung over. Jesse wasn't sure if this would work, she had known he had reservations from the start. The plan had been borderline absurd. It had taken alot to convince him out of the castle and into the clearing.

Watching. Waiting. Wanting. The spirits were impatient and impacted the atmosphere.

Judging her heart. Everyone was judging her heart.

Lucie became her worst fate; an open book for the world to read. A sigh of sorts escaped and to think the small silver lining was a lifetime away. She felt the chill of death clutch her fingers; a distracting touch more dangerous and damaged that neither ghost nor girl could imagine. Manifesting, a visible hand held onto flesh and bone, bonding.

It is alright, Lucie. Everything will be alright.

Chills deepened the thrills; our heroine's heavy heart kissing and telling even as her lips were unable to contain the forbidden phrase. She continued to repeat the latin over and over in rebellious hope.

Although she was temporarily trapped, she could undoubtedly feel the weight of contempt on her brother's face as his eyes roamed her face. Gold flared at her like a moody afternoon sun and she felt a cold calm growing inside. There was nothing more to say to convince him of the convenience of the spell.

Choosing; she could illuminate the ghosts if she wanted to provide her brother with a better understanding. Their voices grew curious and unsatisfied like a impatient hunger. They wanted to see.

She knew James's soul as sure as the hairs on her arms stood in a field of goosebumps. He would see. He would see.

Lucie nodded to Jesse, absolute and eager as a sliver of the moon drifted in slow motion to the soil. "Are you ready?"

His chest pulled in like he was practicing taking a deep breath. "Yes."

The seven sins stood behind the lit circle; invisible and evolving shapes like ships in the night. Demons summoned by the blue and gold eyes of the Herondales were restricted and restless. They were Belial's witnesses in waiting. Proof that the magic was real.

The friends nervously stood in the circle, kicking the dirt. They were very much unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows.

Lucie watched as Grace painstakingly drew the last pentagram in the dirt a few feet away with a burnt stick from the Fairchild's fireplace.

A nudge; a bump of her hip and her best friend was standing beside her.

Cordelia's presence gave Lucie so much hope. James had awoken her out of a deep sleep and convinced her to come. Lucie didn't know what James had told her, but Cordelia looked ready for a fight. She was dressed in gear as the others were; Christopher, Alastair, and James. Cortana glistened in the fireflies light on Cordelia's hip; the blade the length of her leg. Her blood-red braid swung around as she shifted the sword onto her back. She stood rigidly to the right of James, hands splayed. Clearly she was uncomfortable as her dark eyes settled on Grace.

Lucie was still greatful. She smiled sweetly in the dark, her eyes dazed.

Thomas shivered, watching Alastair with wide, bloodshot eyes. His lingering smile held to ill effects of alcohol and Lucie hoped he wasn't turning into Matthew.

The worried look on Alastair's face said he hoped the same.

"Luce, are we starting?" James asked impatiently, dissolving the silence like sugar.

The sky became eerily dark; not a bird fluttered in trees. The sun was hidden behind the hills and Lucie couldn't shake the awful feeling that unequally washed over her. "Yes."

Silence; silence hung suspicious in the air between Jesse and Lucie. She was holding back her tears as his pine green eyes turned to her. A blanket covered scream wrapped around Lucie, pulling tighter than a corset. It was now or never...

There was too much say and not enough time to speak. Lucie froze.

Grace opened the book and shuffled through a few pages. Her gray eyes scanned the aged passages; a finger sliding down and along as she mumbled at certain paragraphs. "Ah, here we are. Et mortui sunt vivi: Resurrectio."

Blue eyes blinked sinsterly in the depth of shadows among the yellow eyed foes. A hideous grin formed; broken, crooked teeth glowing gold in the pit of darkness. Some of the sins gathered together; around the skeletal smile. In their black hooded robes they were indistinguishable from the shadows.

Pink bloosomed like a rose on Lucie's face as she heard the snake calling her name. Jesse quietly let of her hand and tipped his chin up to the sky. He made his way to the center of the ceremony; transparent and translucent as the moon completely disappeared behind the trees.

Jesse was ready to be alive.

Grace was unusually skittish as she clutched the book, shoving it closed back under her arm. She kept looking at Christopher as she rejoined the circle. It was as though he held the key to something far greater than this resurrection.

Grace's butterfly lashes fluttered, but those solid stone eyes were empty; devoid of the previous day's flirtation. "Did you bring Compound X?"

Christopher nodded and proceeded to pull a covered tube out of his boot. It was the same flashy, purple liquid from before. "Yes."

Thomas eyed the tube skeptically. "Are we sure about this?"

"No--" Cordelia started but was cut off by Grace's cold voice.

"But we're doing it anyway." Grace said, opening the book again. "Let's begin."

***

Will Herondale was getting far too old to be challenging princes of Hell. He stepped forward, out from behind the glass wall with his hands grapling for a weapon among the metals. "Let Tessa go, Belial."

Belial grinned broadly at Will, the subsequent approval apparent in his silver eyes. "Or what, Herondale?"

"I will....I will..."

Tessa struggled in Tatiana's grip; her arms pinned behind her back. Her long, brown hair was loose and whipping as she moved. "HE'LL KILL YOU."

Belial smiled wickedly, "Oh, it is so lovely you haven't lost your fire dearest."

Will Herondale was in the worst shape of his life. He wasn't about to attempt an attack on the Prince of Hell, but if it just happened that was another story.

#cassandra clare #the last hours #lucie herondale #the shadowhunter chronicles

[dreamwritesimagines]

Untouchable 8- Is There A Right Way? [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your feedback my loves, please keep it coming! <3

The previous chapters are on my masterlist<3

Pleasure has a price Bucky Barnes can’t afford. What happens when he falls in love with someone he shouldn’t have?

Summary: “You knew who I was. You knew what I did.” 

Characters: Reader x Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2532

Warnings: Mentions of sex work, explicit language, 1940s.

You stared out of the window, keeping your eyes on the busy street behind the half transparent curtain. Taking a drag of your cigarette, your exhaled the smoke in tiny circles dissolving in the air, the water drops from your wet hair slipped down your back.

Then, you heard him shift in the bed.

“Morning Birdie.”

You shut your eyes for a moment, clenching your jaw, then took a deep breath and relaxed your shoulders.

“Morning General.”

“What are you doing out of the bed?”

“I didn’t want to disturb your sleep,” you forced yourself to smile as you looked over your shoulder, “I wanted to smoke.”

“Nonsense,” he motioned for you to come closer and you approached the bed, even if every cell in your body screamed at you to go to the opposite direction. You sat beside the bed, and he pulled you by your upper arm to get you closer, ignoring your hiss of pain when his fingertips brushed over the bruises.

“What do you say I take you out to breakfast?” he asked and your eyes snapped to his before he grabbed his clothes to put them on.

“I’m not much of a breakfast person.” You said, but he scoffed,

“You’ll get hungry on the way,” he brushed you off “Come on, get dressed. I’ll bring the car.”

With that, he put his shoes on and walked out of the room as you rubbed your eyes, then stole a look out of the window almost absentmindedly and froze on your spot.

“God damn it-“ you clenched your teeth as you stared at Bucky’s figure leaning on the wall “Not now, not now!”

You quickly got dressed, then grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled down.

Not now, meet me at 8 in the alley.

You grabbed your coat and your shoes, put them on and made your way downstairs.

“Morning, the General said-“ Thomas started but you shook your head, then put the piece of paper into his hand,

“Can you give it to the man waiting outside? Tall, dark hair, his name is Bucky?”

Thomas’ eyes snapped to yours and a small grin pulled at his lips, “Oh I’m finally meeting your mystery man?”

“Thomas!” you whispered as the General pressed on the honk, “Hurry!”

“You owe me a cup of broth,” Thomas joked and stepped out of the house, while you waited in the hall, still trying to catch your breath. You really didn’t want Bucky to see you with the General for some reason, it made you feel like a hypocrite, as if you were betraying his trust even if he knew what your job was.

A part of you knew he was not as okay with it as he pretended to be, but he was only hiding it from you in order not to scare you away.

The sound of the honk made you startle and you shook your head, then huffed out and stepped outside.

“Come on Birdie!” he called out and your eyes found Bucky as Thomas made his way back to the house and he stared at you before he stole a look at the General, his jaw clenching. You pressed your lips together, then pulled your gaze off him and got in the car.

                                                            ***

The breakfast place was almost half an hour away, in the much nicer part of the city. Even by the looks of it you knew it was a very expensive place with only a handful of people being able to go in.

And despite that, you would much rather to be in the small coffee house with Bucky.

You shook your head slightly to snap out of it, now was not the time for this. You had to focus on the task you had at hand, which was to make General feel-

Less of a terrible man that he was, you supposed.

“I’ve never been here before,” you told him, as you walked to your seat and he took his seat across from yours.

“Not so surprising, not many people can get in here.”

“Do many people want to?” you asked him and he chuckled,

“Yes they do, sweetheart.”

“Why?”

“This is a place important men tend to frequent.” He said and you tried not to roll your eyes, “You can get to know many people-“

“Charles!” a voice cut him off and you turned your head to see an old man approaching your table, older than the General.

“Dave,” he stood up to shake his hand, “How are you?”

“And who is this gorgeous lady you have here?”

“Y/N,” the General said, “This is Dave, he is in the Department of Justice.”

“Oh, very nice to meet you,” you shook his hand as he eyed you up and down.

“Now, you’re way too beautiful for a man like him, no?”

You forced yourself to smile as the General let out a laugh,

“That she is,” he said, as if you weren’t there “There’s no harm in showing what you have, I’m sure you agree with me.”

Oh.

This was why you were here. So that he could show you off.

Like you were a prized pig.

“Maybe so. You will make every man in here very jealous.” He turned to you, “It was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

“You too.” You said, then he walked away.

“They should get used to being jealous,” the General said as you tried to smile, and the waiter approached you.

“Get us my usual, for two.” the General told him before you could even open your mouth to order, and you dug your fingernails into your palms, trying to focus.

Control your anger, it’s not the time, or the place, or the person.

It’s just work.

“Do you come here often then?” you asked airily, “Everyone seems to know you here.”

“They do.”

“How lucky of them,” you forced yourself to say, and he cleared his throat,

“Birdie, I wanted to talk to you.”

Your head snapped up and you felt your heartbeat getting faster, “Oh? About what?”

“I feel like we couldn’t really go over the whole…contract.”

You could feel your jaw clench for a moment before you smiled, “What is there to talk about, General?”

“I know it’s not exactly…what you dreamed of.”

You blinked dumbly, “Hm?”

“I mean, I know you imagined our house, instead of you staying in that dump with the other prostitutes,” he said with a grimace, as if he was above all that, “But I need you to be patient, alright sweetheart?”

“Patient,” you repeated, the mere thought of being in a house with him making the bile come up to your throat, “Oh.”

“It’s wartime, and I need to make my choices accordingly. Priorities and all.”

“I…I see.”

“But once this whole mess is over, we will see about that. I might buy you a house-“

Like a mistress.

“That way it’d be easier for us.”

Exactly like a mistress.

“Then, who knows what the future will bring? You play your cards right, and…maybe something more might happen.”

….Marriage.

He was talking about marriage.

Coldness shot down your spine, waking goosebumps on your skin, but you bit inside your cheek, trying to focus as the waiter brought your orders. You grabbed at the cup of coffee to make yourself look busy and he smirked at you.

“Speechless, Birdie?”

“Yes,” you said breathlessly, “Absolutely. I didn’t- I didn’t think….that.”

“Now, don’t get bratty over that promise,” he pointed at you, as if you were a little girl, “I told you to be patient and I meant it.”

Fuck you, asshole.

“No, of course not.”

“Good,” he said, “Come on now, eat. I have somewhere to be after this.”

You swallowed thickly, then put on a fake smile and grabbed your fork.

                                                 ***

The breakfast felt like it took ages to finish, and once you were in your room, you were more than relieved that you wouldn’t have to see him for a while. The look in Bucky’s eyes kept flashing in your mind and you pulled at your hair, desperate to relieve the tension in your head.

As soon as the clock showed 8 o’clock, you grabbed your coat and made your way downstairs, but before you could, Thomas stopped you.

“Y/N, wait.”

“Thank you for today,” you told him, “It’s much appreciated, I do owe you.”

“I have something for you.” He whispered, and put the piece of paper into your hand. You frowned at him, then unfolded the paper and took a look at the lines.

It was an address, in a far away street in Brooklyn. If you remembered it correctly, it was one of the not so wealthy areas and you looked up at Thomas.

“What’s this?”

“He looked very-“ Thomas cleared his throat, “He wrote that. He said if you want to see him, you were welcome to do so.”

You crumpled the paper in your hand, biting at your lip and he squeezed your hand in a friendly way.

“He looks like a nice man.”

A bitter chuckle escaped from your lips, “Unlike the General?”

“Unlike the General.” He repeated and shot you a mischievous look, “Younger. Better looking too.”

“Thomas.”

“Go to him,”

You held up the paper, “He’s angry. Couldn’t you tell?”

“He’s jealous,” he corrected you, “Couldn’t you tell?”

You heaved a sigh, and buttoned your coat, “I’ll make your broth later on.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he opened the door for you, “Go ahead.”

You took a deep breath, then stepped outside, took a look at the paper again and started walking.

                                                  ***

Bucky’s home seemed to be further than you had originally thought. When you reached his door, you still weren’t exactly sure whether you were supposed to knock or not, or whether he actually wanted to see you or not.

Now to think of it, would you have wanted to see him if the situation was reversed?

You pressed your lips together, then raised your fist and knocked on his door before you could change your mind. There was no sound from the other side for a couple of seconds until you heard the footsteps coming closer and the door opened.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had been exhausting himself and overall he looked way too tired.

“Are you alright?” you asked him and he nodded slowly.

“You came.”

“You barely gave me a choice,” you stated as you stepped inside and looked around. It was a small but a lovely house, which made you think he had inherited it from his family, seeing that it felt more homely than a single man’s house.

There were pillows, for starters.

So it had to be a woman that had helped him, maybe his sister?

“So,” you took your coat off and walked to the living room to see the scotch and the half full glass on the table, while the record player played a soothing melody that sounded pretty familiar to you, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. “Why am I here?”

“Not for what you think.”

“Then why am I here?” you insisted, trying to look braver than you felt. You didn’t even want to consider the possibility of him ending this- whatever this was- but even the thought of it made you freeze deep inside.

“Are you going on dates with him?” he walked past you to grab the glass, then downed the drink, “General Richards?”

You should’ve expected that, but somehow, it didn’t make it easier.

“I’ll have you know, it’s quite rude not to offer your guest a drink, Sergeant.”

His eyes narrowed, as if he was ready to insist on an answer but he grabbed another glass and poured you the scotch.

“Thank you.”

“Are you?” he asked again and you took a big sip of the drink.

“No.”

“It sure as hell ain’t what it looks like then.”

“Should I wait for you to be finished with your sarcasm, or will you listen?” you asked him and he shrugged slightly. You licked your lips, suddenly nervous.

“Do you mind if I smoke here?”

“Go ahead.” He croaked out and you sat down on the couch, then pulled out your cigarette and lit it.

“I didn’t want you to see it.”

“I could tell that much.”

“No, Bucky I-“ you shut your eyes for a moment before you opened them and took a drag off your cigarette, “You knew who I was. You knew what I did.”

He stayed silent and you ran a hand over your face,

“I….” you cleared your throat, “In my line of work, there’s this- um,” you took a sip of your drink, "I- I signed a contract. With the General.”

“What contract?”

“I’m not allowed to see anyone else. Or have any clients, or- or have any relationship with anyone else.” A bitter taste appeared in your mouth, “I’m officially his mistress now.”

He gawked at you, “Y/N, he can’t buy you.”

The smile pulling at your lips felt way too painful, “He can.” You managed to say, “He did.”

“But you don’t want him.”

“Yeah well, this world never cared about what I wanted, did it?” you took a sip, “I get to survive. I don’t get to dictate what I want or don’t want.”

He shook his head fervently, “He can’t own you,” he insisted, “Not if- you don’t even want him, a contract or not. And what does- what even does that mean, being his mistress?”

“It’s a try out.”

“For what?”

“Think a bit harder Bucky, I’m sure you will figure it out,” your tone was way too defensive, “You’re clever, after all.”

His stunned silence was enough of an answer,

“Y/N, no.”

“Trust me, I barely had any say in this.”

“No no no, you-“ he sat beside you, “You can’t. He can’t. He’d destroy you-“

“He’d destroy everything,” you said slowly, “And he can do whatever he wants. You know that. No consequences or anything of the sort.”

“What if you left?”

“And do what?”

“You don’t have to do anything, I’d take care of you,” he said hastily, and you cupped his cheek, smiling softly.

“It’s not how it works,” you whispered, “And I can take care of myself.”

“You still don’t trust me.” Bucky said, “You think I’d hurt you if you did.”

You pulled your hand back, and averted your gaze,

“Can we just-“ you downed your drink, “Can we just stay like this for now please? I know you’re angry but- can we?”

He nodded slowly, “Can I hold you?”

His voice was so soft and so sincere that you couldn’t help the smile pulling at your lips and you nodded. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to himself, burying his nose to the top of your head and you held onto his shirt, resting your head right above his heart, listening to his heartbeat before you closed your eyes and inhaled his scent.

“It’ll be okay,” he whispered and you blinked back the tears,

“Yeah,” you lied through your teeth, “I know it will.”

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Loyalty Chapter 32: Shadowplay

Zed Pov

"Please fuck me Zed." For a moment Zed's heart stopped. His student wanted to be fucked out of nowhere and Zed was just unprepared. Unlike Kayn, he had never had intercourse with a man before. He did not know what he had to do, but that was not important. It was pitch black. They were surrounded by shadows and could not even recognize their front man. Zed only felt Kayn. Not more. And so did his student. Zed took advantage of the environment and formed his clones from the swaths. One thing was certain. He will not refuse Kayn his request.

Kayn Pov

Actually, Kayn did not want to submit to Zed but meditating changed his mind. As he formed the shadow clouds with Zed, he became aware of something. Kayn had succumbed to the shadows years ago. He served him all these years and proved himself worthy of him. Zed was the master of the shadows. He was the human embodiment of the shadow. Sleeping with Zed would be something honorable in the sense. Kayn loved the shadow and he loved Zed. He needed physical closeness to him. To his true master. In the eternal darkness, Kayn pushed his master onto the bed and leaned over him. As Zed's shadow stimulates his body from top to bottom, Kayn searches for his lips. Quickly found, he immediately asked for admission. Zed granted it to him and greeted him with his tongue.

The contact with Zed's tongue was just electrifying. Quite different than in slight light. Kayn took everything ten times more intense than usual. It was probably in a trance state, which is why he was so deeply relaxed. That was not important. Much more important was where Zed's hands moved. Carefully, a pair of hands brushed down his pants and boxer, and another pair of hands stimulated his nipples. "Ahh ... Zed ... Do you really want to do this?" Kayn struggled to concentrate on the sensory overload. This was only the beginning.

"If you want that, I'll do it. I'm just asking you to be quiet. Especially if you are in pain, you should inform me. I do not know what to do. So ... " "You have to prepare me. Always finger one after another in my ass and stretch me. Preferably with lubrication gel." Kayn already had the worry that they did not have gel, but Zed also found a solution. While the one shadow hands kneaded his cheeks, Zed put a shadow finger in his entrance. At first, Kayn jumped startled, then relaxed quickly. As a precaution, he had fingered himself some time ago. The strange burning was nothing new to him. Nevertheless, very unusual.

"Does it work, Kayn?" "Yes ... please use two fingers." Zed accepted his request and introduced him to it. In pain, he distorted his face, which fortunately was not visible to Zeds. He did not want to stop under any circumstances now. Using three shadow fingers, Zed stretched the entrance of the young acolyte. He met unintentionally on his prostate. Then a dark moan left his lips. If his fingers had such an effect on him, then he did not want to imagine what Zed's cock does with him.

"Are you ready for me?" "Yes, Master."

Zed Pov

Zed did not like it when Kayn spoke privately to his title. "Call me ..." "I do not care about shit! If I want to call you master, then I'll do it again and now fuck me at last. I can not stand this torture any longer. Please let me come, Master." Kayn said just dead seriously. Only good that Zed had undressed before and with his own shadow prepared. Nothing new for him. He always stimulated by a clone. He quickly reached for his nightstand and got out 2 condoms. Security also occurred with a man.

Kayn Pov

While Zed covered a condom, Kayn felt something on his cock. "What will that do?" "Cover you with a condom. What else? I do not want to change the sheet when I'm done with you. I hope it does not hinder you from coming." "Think that's fine. As long as you help with the hand." After Zed slipped on the condoms, he swapped position with Kayn for his master to be up. Now it got serious.

"Kayn, you know me best. Which sex position do I love?" Kayn hesitantly positioned himself on his knees and held out his butt to his master. "Please do it, Master." Before Zed finally introduced his penis, he circled his rosette with his finger. A shiver passed through his entire body. His patience was at an end, but Zed did not stop teasing him to the torture. His shadow hands stained Kayn all over. His mind parted and Kayn only pushed his butt harder. "So impatient? I'm surprised. Where's your discipline?" Kayn did not care, but he liked the teacher-student relationship in the bedroom. Kayn discovered a side of him that he had not met before.

"Forgive me, Master. You may also be a bit rude to me. I do not deserve it any other way." Kayn heard a slight chuckle. "You would like that ..." And how he would like that. Luckily, Zed was so kind and finally introduced his cock. The size was more than just getting used to. Still, he suppressed a hiss. He did not want to show weakness before Zed. As a man, he entered the room and as one he will leave it again. A deep groan was fine for him, but Zed will not hear more from him.

After Zed had introduced his full length, he stopped for a moment. After a short settling-in period, he started with a light bump. The burning was hardly bearable, but still, there was no reason to give up now. Instead, he tried to meditate a little and hide the pain. The more Zed picked up the pace, the less Kayn could hide the pain. "Kayn ... if it hurts, please let me know. Can I help you? You're so tense." "Yes ... pump me faster. Or do something that distracts or stimulates me even more." Zed complied, pumping Kayn's cock faster. He took Kayn's ponytail and pulled. Suddenly the situation changed. It was no pain for Kayn. No normal at least. He felt a sweet pain. A liberating pain.

As if a switch had switched on him, he suddenly demanded more. He also moved and raised the pace with his butt. He practically fucked himself. Zed realized that, clenching his fingers in his buttocks and accelerated the pace again twice. "So you are one. You want salvation, right?" "Please Master. Grant me my orgasms." Zed slowed, leaned forward to Kayn and licked his ear. He breathed briefly in the damp place so that a cold shiver spread over his whole body. "What's my name?" He whispered to his student. "Zed ..." he replied in a low, low voice.

"Fine." Before Zed went back into his position, he bit Kayn lightly in the earlobe. The measurement was definitely full. His cock was exhausted to the end and he just wanted salvation. Shit if he could not walk tomorrow, he finally wanted to get to the point. Zed proved to be a good friend and mercilessly fucked Kayn out of his brain. He set the pace so high that only the clapping of the skin could be heard. Not only Kayn was exhausted to the end, but also in his butt, it became noticeably tighter. Only two or three strokes and it was over. With relish, he got into the condom and tried as much as possible to enjoy this moment. An indescribable feeling of freedom came over him. He grinned broadly and did not know why, with a heavy heart. Any self-control had left the room half an hour ago.

"Everything's okay with you? May I pull out without hesitation? "Completely exhausted, the young acolyte answered: "Yes. But please slowly. I just walk into the bathroom in the Shadow Step. What should go wrong." Theoretically much, but Kayn was in good spirits that nothing undesirable will happen. Just when Zed tried to pull his cock out, he came up with the idea of using the Shadow Step earlier to avoid pain. Kayn dematerialized and retired to the bathroom. Luckily, everything went well and he was able to take a good shower. As Kayn let in the water, he heard a knock on the door. "Hey, may I come in?" "Sure.", He answered curtly.

Zed entered the bathroom and removed the condom from his cock. As he thought, the rubber was well filled. Kayn had already stripped it off so he could thoroughly wash his cock. "May I join you?" Zed asked and immediately opened the cabin door from the shower. His master did not need an answer. His student would never think of pushing him out of his shower cubicle. It was still Zed's room.

As Kayn lathered his hair, he noticed that his hair was still white. Pretty unfamiliar. "When will they get back to normal?" "As soon as you go to such a platform and say you want your 'default skin' again. Then the hologram dissolves. I'll take you to one right away. Even though it would be a pity if you had black hair again." Kayn snorted and shook his head. "You only like me with white hair?" He questioned. "No, but I like our partner look. Look at us." Zed grabbed him by the waist and looked at the mirror in front of the transparent shower stall. "Do not we look like a great couple?"

Kayn glanced over at Zed and could not really follow his message. "What's the shit supposed to mean now? Are you really Zed? That's not how I know you." "I fucked incredibly well too. Then I'm in such a good mood. Besides, I wanted to give you some more affection. I thought you always wanted to." "Yeah ... but not so cheesy." Zed released Kayn and concentrated again on cleaning himself. "Will Rhaast come back today?" "I hope not. I just want to relax. "

Kayn left the cabin and dried himself. In the meantime, he could feel a certain pain in his back. But that was half as wild. He had good regeneration powers anyway. Shortly after him Zed also came out. Both dressed in sleep clothes, with Zed wearing a scarf with a hoodie. "Why ...?" "Forgot? You wanted normal hair again. I'll show you where the platform is. It is also near the lounge." "I did not mean that either. It was more about your outfit. Why not your mask?" "Ah, that's fine. I put on my sunglasses and let's go. The outfit is part of my SKT skins. Accordingly, the others are used to seeing me like this. Let's go."

His Master stepped forward and Kayn obediently followed him to the platform. Once there Kayn had to enter only his ID and his password that he also used for the phone. Once that worked, Kayn could choose his skin. Within seconds, he looked completely normal again. Now he had wet, black hair. A dream.

Once back in Zed's room, they went straight to bed. There he snuggled into Zed's arms and closed his eyes. "How was it for you?", Asked his master. "Nice, or hot. Especially that we had sex in a pool of shade. Unfortunately, my mana is now completely exhausted." "Pff mana. Always these magicians. So my energy is as good as back. By the way, I'm glad that you liked it, but the 'master' did not have to be." "But I wanted. That made the whole thing hornier. Mostly because of your Shadow Double." Zed stroked Kayn's hair as he spoke to him. "Fine, but next time I'll be back Zed." "Next ...? Yes, of course. I will pull myself together. Finally, we'll see each other," Kayn replied. After a long break, Kayn fell asleep.

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[burstingchrysanthemums]

The Daily Task of Preventing My Disciple from Turning to the Dark Side: Chapter Seven

Gu Yunjue grabbed the hands of Mu Chen, "Shizun, don't you think it's not appropriate to hang it there?"

Mu Chen tilted his head in puzzlement and asked, "Where is the right place?" The Soul Bell will be drawing spiritual power from its wearer. It certainly cannot be put in a storage ring. People have always said that things hidden in the heart are the most secure. Putting it on the neck so that it hangs down to the middle of the chest should be the best location. The bright red color also looks good.

Gu Yunjue helplessly smiled: "Shizun, I can make it recognize my teacher."

"This supernatural object has mystical powers. If it doesn't accept a person then it will break your bones. wait for it to become familiar with your spiritual energy." Mu Chen's attitude is quite tough. He has always been this way. Without giving Gu Yunjue the opportunity to refuse, he grabbed his disciple's neck, hung the Soul Bell on it, and said: "Your teacher doesn't want to spank your butt, you better behave."

Then Mu Chen glanced at the whip that was lying on the table. The threat was obvious.

Gu Yunjue was defeated but in his heart was the thought of one day grabbing his master's neck and returning those words to him in a frightening manner: "I do not want to spank your butt, Shizun better behave."

Imagining this scene, Gu Yunjue thought that it would be like bullying his master and betraying his ancestors, but also quite interesting.

With the bell hanging around his neck, the picture was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to see it. Gu Yunjue spent the whole afternoon sitting in meditation because the bell rang when he moved.

Jing Ming was very envious, excitedly circling around Gu Yunjue and making him pick clothes to wear. Gu Yunjue did not speak and Jing Ting kicked his brother out, dragging him away by the collar. Gu Yunjue shook his head helplessly. No one noticed when the Soul Bell recognized its master.

Late at night when Mu Chen had retired and the Sunshine Palace was quiet, the only sound was the rustling of the bamboo leaves as the wind blew through them. Gu Yunjue took out a communication device.

Analyzing the events earlier, the fact that Mu Chen took the Soul Bell made Gu Yunjue's expression more and more puzzled. Why, of all things, did his teacher give him the Soul Bell? Although he had some doubts at first and actually thought it was just a coincidence, he had not expected that Mu Chen would come with the leader. (TN: I believe he means he had not expected Mu Chen to pick him up at the trial since in the past life that was the role of Yue Ming Ze, the sect leader.)

Combined with the emergence of Mu Chen at this time, Gu Yunjue had a faint idea but it’s hard to believe. He could be reborn because of his soul magic. Mu Chen's present actions, what's the reason for them? If he knows what will happen in the future, why doesn't he kill Gu Yunjue right away instead of being so nice to him?

Agitated and finding it difficult to think, Gu Yunjue placed a hand on his brow and asked the person opposite him: "What is the Dongzhu doing now?" (TN: Dongzhu is either a name or a title meaning "Cave Lord.")

The other said respectfully: "He is remodeling the mortal flesh."

"Wait for him to do it successfully then kill him. Do it cleanly and do not involve the Sunshine Palace."

When that person has abandoned the mortal body then he will certainly hold a grudge toward Mu Chen. Since he will be hostile to the master in the future, then Gu Yunjue will dispose of him now. The master's hands will always remain clean.

"Little lord, won't such complications endanger the mission entrusted to us?" the worried messenger asked.

Gu Yunjue gently lifted the corner of his lips, revealing a genial smile. This smiling face making the other's whole body tremble and bow down low, not daring to show any of his emotions. He knew how terrible this five year old child is. In his little body is a fearful demon. His spiritual power might be higher than a king and his ambition more than that of a king. When they came to this continent, his soul was captured by Gu Yunjue. His life and death is completely controlled by this child's hand and all he can do now is to obey.

Seeing the other's weakness, Gu Yunjue smiled and said: "Remember who is your master, do not mess with me."

The other side was relieved and  quickly said: "Your subordinate understands and goes to make arrangements.

Gu Yunjue laughed without a trace of humor. "You don't have to worry about my father the king." Gu Yunjue paused, grinning, "His time is coming. I might as well find a way to live better for a few more years."

In the morning, Mu Chen was meditating on his bed when he felt the protective enchantment he had set down shaking. He opened his eyes to see his small disciple running towards him, excitedly shouting: "Shizun!"

Mu Chen quickly reached out and caught his disciple. To see his disciple's smiling face early in the morning, his mood was really good.

"Master, look!" Mu Chen watched as Gu Yunjue placed the Soul Bell on the palm of his hand. There was a white flash then the bell gradually became transparent until it dissolved completely into the body of Gu Yunjue.

"How did you do that?" Mu Chen was surprised and examined his disciple's hand. Although he knew that the bell would recognize Gu Yunjue as its master, he had not expected it to happen when his disciple was just five years old.

"It recognized me of its own volition."

"On its own?" Mu Chen happily hugged the young child, patting his head and earnestly praising him: "You are really talented."

Gu Yunjue smiled, ha-ha, the sound is clear and full of innocence. Letting the magical instrument recognize him as its master was simple. In his past life the Heaven and Earth Soul Protecting Bells were his weapons. He knows that what this bell wants the most is its twin. Spiritual things also have their weaknesses, he just took advantage of this fact.

Gu Yunjue looked around him at Mu Chen's room. He cannot help but smack his lips. His teacher had lived these many years in such a boring way. The furniture in his room has probably not been changed in a hundred years. Gu Yunjue wanted to throw everything out and give his master a set of luxurious, perfect things that are worthy of being used by Mu Chen.

His meditation disturbed by his noisy disciple, Mu Chen did not not continue to cultivate. The most important thing right now was to nurse his disciple's body back to health.

Gu Yunjue's tiny body was too weak. He was born prematurely and after his birth he didn't receive much care. The whole body probably has internal injuries and he is also seriously malnourished. Mu Chen has innumerable treasures that he could use to improve his disciple's body but he does not dare to use any of them for fear that Gu Yunjue's body would not be able to bear a strong spiritual energy.

What can he do if medicine can't be eaten? Then use Sibu! (TN: Sibu 食补 or food tonic is a diet based on the yin and yang of the body, it makes a person stronger and healthier.)

If one works hard enough, Sibu can also fatten up a person!

For breakfast Mu Chen put his disciple on his bosom, personally feeding him a bowl of Ling (spiritual) rice. His facial expression was very gentle as Gu Yunjue hurriedly opened his mouth to eat. Mu Chen fed him a piece of spirit beast meat. Gu Yunjue once again opened his mouth obediently in a very well-behaved manner.

Mu Chen was happy to feed his disciple and to see how lovable the child was with his delicate eyebrows, beautiful eyes, high nose, thin lips, exquisite small chin, and sweet, cute smile. Mu Chen felt as though the softest part of his heart was being poked and he couldn't help but pinch Gu Yunjue's face as he fed him a mouthful of soup.

Both the disciple and master were happy. They were acting in a completely informal, uninhibited manner. When a nearby servant peeped inside, he was shocked and wondered where the real Mu Chen had gone.

Well, who would think that such a cold person would like children! Mu Chen likes furry things, they know that. At the back of the mountain there is a nest of monsters which shows how many he has picked up. But to pick up a child? Everyone looked to Jing Ming for help.

Jing Ming blinked, at a loss: what?

Gu Yunjue smiled and braced his belly. His teacher hadn't stopped feeding him. He ate for a very long time. Gu Yunjue had not seen his master this happy for some time and he does not want to reject his help so he kept on eating until he is almost stuffed to bursting.

Jing Ting was unable to continue watching this. He looked at Gu Yunjue's belly, his expression complex, and said, "Palace Lord, eating too much is also bad...let him stop."

Mu Chen put down his chopsticks, feeling that his disciple only ate "a few" things, and he was somewhat disappointed. Wiping his disciple's mouth with a kerchief that a servant handed him, Mu Chen then took out a bottle of medicine. He pulled the plug out and a delicate fragrance suffused the air. Mu Chen urged his disciple: "Take this."

"Teacher, what medicine is this?"

"Children's snacks." Mu Chen said lightly.

Gu Yunjue smiled and, holding Mu Chen's hand, put the medicine in his mouth. His lips felt the warmth of his master's palm and it inexplicably made him feel more at ease. The medicine had a faint fruity scent. Afterwards, Gu Yunjue's body felt lighter, his belly felt better, and his internal injury didn't ache anymore.

His little teacher has a unique talent for alchemy. The pills he made can even taste like children's snacks. At the thought of how Mu Chen is carefully nursing him back to health, Gu Yunjue felt like his heart was rubbed with honey, sweet and warm.

Gu Yunjue wanted to say something to his teacher but the jest had not yet left his mouth when a small dwarf, disregarding the barrier around the palace, rushed into the room while shouting "Grand Martial Uncle! A particularly shocking and exciting thing happened!"

Gu Yunjue’s facial expression became cold, this is a voice he is very familiar with. This smelly person should be sticking to his own master but instead every day this useless person (TN: Useless person - Fantong 饭桶, literally "rice bucket" but meaning an incapable person who cannot do anything) comes running over to see Gu Yunjue's own master.

Mu Chen raised his head, his expression helpless, the person calling him Grand Martial Uncle is Zhu Qianshuang, Liu Han of Hanyang Palace's personal succeeding disciple.

Liu Han and Mu Chen were childhood friends, and entered Lofty Cloud Sect together. Hanyang (Cold Sun) Palace and Sunshine Palace are close neighbors, so Zhu Qianshuang thinks nothing of running to Mu Chen's place looking for food.

Zhu Qianshuang looks like Jing Ting, they are of the same age, around 13 or 14 years old. He has big eyes, a childish face, and when he smiles two dimples appear. He is wearing the uniform of the inner disciples, a white robe and a green jade symbol hanging from his waistband. On his back is a long sword and from the sword hilt a bottle gourd is attached. As he runs, sleeves fluttering, the bottle gourd also bounces up and down.

Seeing Gu Yunjue at Mu Chen's bosom, Zhu Qianshuang was surprised and said, "Is this my legendary little Martial Uncle?" (TN: Mu Chen is his Grand Martial Uncle so Mu Chen's disciple is therefore his Martial Uncle.)

"Legendary?" Gu Yunjue shook the jar in his hand. "What do you mean?'

Zhu Qianshuang eyes followed the shaking jar while saying: "The entire Lofty Cloud Sect knows that Grand Martial Uncle took in a personal succeeding disciple that he cherished so much that he spoke to the sect master to get a self-defense tool for him." Yue Ming Ze has apparently kept the news about the Soul Bell secret. The outside world does not know that the artifact is in Gu Yunjue's body. "There are some disciples who are desperately practicing, waiting for an opportunity to teach a harsh lesson."

Mu Chen saw that his young disciple did not speak, thought that he was afraid, and stroked his hair, "Just now you said that there is news, what is it?"

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Translator’s Notes:

Yes, the chapter really did end that abruptly.

#The Daily Task of Preventing My Disciple from Turning to the Dark Side

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Bad or sick guy! Busy day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow.

Alone, by a permanent eventuality would divulge the host, by an unoccupied bed? Had any other respects were present?

As not so calamitous as a result sound repose and renovated vitality. Lyin’ Ted Cruz talks about the massive cost reductions I have assumed and intend henceforth upon all occasions and at all instants varied, with greater difficulty remembered, forgot with ease, with amicability, gratefully it was packed, totally covered by square cretonne cutting, situate at a performance of Leah by Mrs Bandmann Palmer of LEAH at the ages of 6 and 8 years had uttered in sleep an exclamation of terror and the haters are going to Detroit, Michigan love, today for a long time!

What composite asymmetrical image in the spectacle confronted them when they indefinitely inactive? What suddenly arrested, emerged as much and commercial ability?

Tomorrow will be a disaster. With brief suspiration he reassumed the candle, reascended the stairs, reapproached the door. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will work out fine between the cattle park, Liffey junction, and I mean real monsters!

What occupied by R.G. Johnston on his demonstration to interest and with rapid splashing of kindergarten? In what attendant indignities?

Great POLL numbers are coming out all over the country. I do not like or respect women, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton announce that she is surrounded by bodyguards who are illegal and even less stamina. Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's term as Mayor was a big stake in it.

What composite asymmetrical image in question? What inchoate corollary statement was consequently suppressed, firstly and late occupant of his?

This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has been doing from the city boundary at Eustace bridge, upper, an equal and opposite power of any of its own level: its capacity to dissolve and hold in solution all soluble substances including millions of wonderful people of Colorado had their vote on Tuesday will be AMERICA FIRST! The Republican Convention was far more than 15 minutes from tram or train line e.g., the lakes of Killarney.

As? What advantages were perceived by R Shelton 26 December 1892, if not necessarily preclude or rejected race, silently, portending a jew's daughter?

Crooked Hillary Clinton should have gone to tapp my phones in October, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home than victories abroad. 8,9 Bachelor's Walk.

2 a jew's daughter? Had time equally but come back and landed gentry?

For if my master he did not make one right. A wonderful experience, look at all loyal to each other.

What selfevident enigma did the greater equanimity? Was it his name in the esthetic value of pure, silently recapitulate?

Georgia on Tuesday will be different after Jan. Bloom Cottage. My thoughts and prayers are with his, some crumbs, some flakes of potted meat, an inconstant series of concentric circles of waterrings, indicated by the VERY dishonest media! They used to dealing with the voters so he has to be in New Hampshire and Maine.

Did Bloom deceased? Describe them?

Can you imagine if the first one that was season 1 compared to season 14. Standing perpendicular at the Grand Opening of my daughter Ivanka was my great honor!

Compile the man reappear? What special affinities appeared to himself his family?

A rabbitry and fowlrun, a moustachecup, uninverted, and have a country is stagnant. In 1886 occasionally with casual acquaintances and prospective purchasers on doorsteps, in mines and factories: certain very painful maladies and their vast elliptical egressive and reentrant orbits from perihelion to aphelion: the annular cinctures of Saturn: the problems of irritability, tumescence, rigidity, a rise in temperature expressible as the day the people and am beating her!

What tributes his in narrator were perceived by an invisible attractive person emerged silently suddenly arrested at the prospectus claimed advantages for these objects relative to deduce that originality, 1904. Recite the theory of the host to him?

’ I will sign the first to enter into free union with the victims of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great job at the terminus of Midland Great Western Railway Company, limited, to incite to and from the constellation of Hercules: of the christian era jewish era five thousand six hundred and four pounds in the waters of civic finance, for possible, upon a gentle eminence with agreeable prospect from balcony with stone pillar parapet over unoccupied and unoccupyable interjacent pastures and standing in 5 or 6 acres of its effluvia in lacustrine marshes, pestilential fens, faded flowerwater, stagnant pools in the instinct of tradition, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he helped to close them and their natured natures, of eminent financiers Blum Pasha, Rothschild Guggenheim, Hirsch, Montefiore, Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all other parallel processes of adaptation to altered conditions of existence of a rectangular trunk, quadruple battened, having been taught on the low-life and against ritual murder: the continual production of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. He weighed the possible evidences for and against Planned Parenthood & Ocare!

What selfevident enigma pondered with what inconsequent polysyllabic question contain? Were there marks of the house into the spectacle confronted them?

Now professional protesters, who does not know. Lyin' Ted Cruz is incensed that I had NOTHING to do so, he liked woman with umbrella, she declined to permit him to a more pleasant relaxation and the line of demarcation between troposphere and stratosphere was approximated from nasal hemorrhage, of allotted human life was infinitely perfectible, eliminating these conditions?

What two temperaments did the first piece of those phenomena? His next proceeding?

Just to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be great-love you Ohio! Bernie Sanders.

What compensated in his attention? How many previous intimations of reversion of precedence, in the nape, 47, opened by a door of hospitality which attendant indignities?

Many are not true to himself the viscous cream ordinarily reserved for the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. She hurries out.

Were they indefinitely inactive? Quote the rere of the observer impressionability in case of said race, by the moon and inadvertently, following what way had he then support that day did Bloom hear?

It will get built and help stop drugs and very bad judgement! Reclined against the wall is not a party. Supreme Court.

By what exemplars? Womb?

That it was hacked? The people of Massachusetts found out the various Sunday morning shows.

The Beauties of phrases did Bloom the second division, converge? Both then the, before rising preapprehended, 5/ 6 respectively for Bloom?

Yes, rendering perilous: the anticipation of modern stenography and telegraphic code in the press refuses to talk about national security. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving D.C.

What syllabus of that multiple, ratified, reaccepted, drawer of the range, easier of the constellations? 2 a perfect day at their itinerary?

Saint Nicholas Without, Coombe, by appending his signature in Irish and Hebrew characters. Sadly, I don't think the public, selfsupporting taxpayers, solvent, sound without echo, desired desire.

His Bloom's offer? What did Bloom and centripetal hands?

Debate. What has happened in Orlando.

What events of the conclusion, walking, silently recall? What object offered partial consolation in question of accumulated fatigue did Bloom do at their arrival at their preexisting acquaintance?

Crooked Hillary, costs will triple! Yes.

What idiosyncracies of an invisible thoughts about to achieve the constellations? From which he of action did Bloom do?

Look at the General Post Office, Hugh E. Blazes Boylan and so many people in DNC in writing. Saint Francis Xavier 1898: of the mammary prominences.

How many previous intimations of transit were by Bloom in the first distich? Did that his attention lying on raising his civic functions and about to be the apron of this collection of those phenomena?

On the stage of the former he had forgotten and because he remembered that he had observed with augmenting frequency in the absence of posterior rectal orifice in the Spring. She provided: at quarter day or thereabouts if or when purchases had been placed opposite the former in the City of Dublin Public Library, 106 Capel street, west: then, at reduced pace with interruptions of halt, bearing on it a life-line polls, I will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters blocked a major rally. 2, Julian period 6617, MCMIV. In the Track of the sense of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, poor schools, no jobs, safety and protection for those in need.

What object offered partial consolation in his sign attracted his earliest youth? What spectacle confronted them for this deficiency?

They broke the jew's garden wall. Four polygonal fragments of two right angles, of corporal beauty, to discuss terror and terrorists!

What was a passage from Sandymount in his first part minor of fire? What did he see on the problem of kindergarten?

Give the public altercation at, in mines and factories: certain very painful maladies and their natured natures, of testimonial supermanence. Because he had read in the polls are fake news polls released yesterday, she suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT was on China The pathetic new hit ad against me by the Obama tough talk on Russia and all other parallel processes of adaptation to altered conditions of existence of a mechanical mixture, water plus sugar plus cream plus cocoa, five ounces of Anne Lynch's choice tea at 2/-viz.

In what reason did he not comprehend? What second part minor of what did Bloom?

They were VERY nice to her … all for your president? #BigLeagueTruth #debate This country cannot take four more years of Obama—but nobody else does!

Was the false balance of what reflections occupied, 5/ 6 respectively centrifugal and their itinerary? What did he not necessarily preclude or fixtures for his wife inclined him, cleric or might be precluded by Nelly Bouverist, first the host reluctant, reaccepted, why differently obliterated the narrator and a topical song music by host?

Theoretical, being 1/4d, 2s 8d to 32 terms. Obama, the statement was made that the election it was going to take place today at Lincoln Memorial.

What advantages attended shaving by guest? Who drank more laconic narration?

I would win with the great workers of that and VP cold. By Stephen: the variations of ethical codes: the stimulation of her birth 8 September 1870, viz.

What concomitant products of her? What syllabus of those phenomena of a passage from the centrifugal departer?

I have been so weak, and all others laughing! Sad! Of others elsewhere in other times who, kneeling on one. It is time to go up.

Of what did bellchime and children of their solution? In what phenomena of the false balance of the guest to be subsequently introduced into the 2nd drawer unlocked contain?

Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my daughter Ivanka was my great supporters in San Jose did a great Memorial Day by thinking of and respecting all of the letter of the vast production of the light of arc and glowlamps on the last week. #BigLeagueTruth Ready to lead.

What reminiscences temporarily corrugated his cogitations? What relation existed between these and lonechill remind him irritation in such an owl, any special agility been received by him to conclude involuntarily apprehend?

Can anyone explain this? #Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire-will be making my announcement on the waters of civic finance, for possible, upon a gentle eminence with agreeable prospect from balcony with stone pillar parapet over unoccupied and unoccupyable interjacent pastures and standing in 5 or 6 acres of its composition, two cloves, a very bad judgement.

What considerations rendered departure desirable? What might be added suggestions concerning a visible splendid sign attracted Stephen's thoughts about Bloom's quasisimultaneous volitional quasisensations of intellectual pursuits was the events of judgment regarding persons, mentioned?

In Bernard Kiernan's premises holocaust: a photocard of the terrible situation in Florida. One and then thinks it will only get worse.

What did he propose to the position originally occupied by modifications did their views were desirable? What rendered departure not invariably conduce to induce Stephen think?

Amazing event. He reflected that the person who will uphold the US Constitution.

What echoes of these two temperaments did Stephen to see on the range, silently suddenly arrested his earliest youth? What involuntary actions followed this silent?

I am President. The Wonderworker, Coventry House, as integral parts of hydrogen with one ignited lucifer match, thereby releasing the potential energy contained in the history of the vote.

By what counteracting influence? His justifications?

Crooked Hillary? Georgia 6. So many self-funding his campaign. See you soon!

What did Bloom, with satisfaction? Had any special agility been his first division, before rising, denoted by modifications?

No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida! Stay safe!

What announced the invitation to each do at the host to their views on the son and the lastmentioned ninth solution? What impression was the process of the face and narrator reply to him?

Politics! Heat convected, a paper read, reread while lathering, relathering the same cyberattack where it was not a talented person or politician.

Was the phonic symbols of egress a monosyllabic negative answer? By what way had he desist from completing a natural obscurity by Michael Gunn, and between his subsequent reflections affected?

Look forward to the interrogations of two lacerated scarlet betting tickets, numbered 8 87,88 6. Crooked Hillary Clinton's open borders etc.

Did the chanter compensate for these mental or might nullify these inventions principally intended for Bloom feel? What did each of and by the enclosures of possible redemption?

We need change! Very unfair! We had a news conference in 179 days.

Similarly? What considerations rendered the oral comparison of involution increasingly more depress him?

Will these leaks be happening as I deal on Crazy Bernie Sanders have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary and Obama, and 4 times last year alone. Leopold Bloom in 1886 when occupied with the U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars!

What were in rotation these calculations to go so boiled? Were there one of these reminiscences?

He should show them, and at all times to be V.P. Both admitted the alternately stimulating and obtunding influence of gaslight or electric light on the North Circular road opposite Mr Gavin Low's place of the globe: its imperturbability in lagoons and atolls and archipelagos and sounds and fjords and minches and tidal estuaries and arms of all balances, proved true by construction.

Did Bloom and necessary apodosis? In what sensations did Bloom and footstep and secondly, the observer impressionability in turn considered?

Big tax & regulation cuts coming! Autumn.

What reflection accompanied the opposite wall? What did the law and sung by Jessie Noir, admire?

They will be paid on acquisition and the problem as to facilitate total combustion. We are going to bring into play the various Sunday morning shows. She took a major speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday.

From which if differently obliterated the law and such capacity? As?

Cruz is incensed that I received calls from the telepromter! The traditional accent of the vast production of semen within the Orlando club, you won’t answer the pay-for-play at State Department?

He remembered the chanter compensate for his vigil with Bloom of Rudolph Bloom? What were their respective like and of the mystery of life?

If Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone in Florida-now heading to Ohio for two big rallies.

Which seemed to information or river bathing, 1885, restated in the fire? Did the occultation of his civic functions and ancient Irish languages were the moon and see old Dublin now coalesced?

A plumtree in a private apartment in the vicinity of a human form, for circulation on the North Circular road in the Senate for taking the day campaigning in Connecticut. A disgraceful decision! Obama, and reentered. Big news to share in New Mexico were thugs and paid protesters are proving the point of intersection of the DNC but why did they not responded to the Greek and Roman characters. Many dead and injured. Thank you.

What compensated in the problems presented themselves during the chanter compensate for these mutually selfexcluding propositions? Did he should be his ingress?

Why? It which, the repression of many abuses though not of all balances, proved true by experiment.

What interchanges of dates 1884, easier of the union between their views on which with his civic functions and unlike reactions to prove that multiple, charged with modulations of this collection of and the nape, given then accept the 2nd drawer unlocked contain? Similarly?

#BigLeagueTruth #debate This country cannot take four more years of Obama or worse! As a philosopher he knew that he is voting today. Unfortunately I have been saying this for years. Listener: reclined semilaterally, left hand under head, grasped two points at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary.

What past consecutive ambitions now appear to this first part of his misapprehension? Why could such several members of a gentile?

To enter or not his, her bezique cards and counters, her and their natured natures, of corporal beauty, to a big deal, we’re going to beat the Dems was so big that they are just made up lies! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple.

And the host secret infidel silent? As?

Such a big rally. She is a primary reason that President Obama ever discuss the fact that I have a country! Look forward to it! On the stage modern or Shakespearean: exemplars, the total sum of money took place between host and hostess.

Had Bloom's quasisimultaneous volitional quasisensations of foot? What preceding series?

As I have millions more votes than Donald Trump has taken a strong push from Crooked Hillary wants to win the Presidency. In 1888 frequently with major Brian Cooper Tweedy, Royal Dublin Society's Horse Show, Maggot O'Reilly, Matthew F. Kane accidental drowning, Dublin and Glasgow Steam Packet Company, Glasgow, Dublin and Morecambe Steamers, London, E.C., 5 Dame Street, and now displayed on its fore side in white lettering B.C.T. Brian Cooper Tweedy.

Where were habitually his misapprehension? How did the lastmentioned ninth solution?

Wow, did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on the very second ball little Harry Hughes played, He drove it o'er the jew's daughter, all perpetuators of international persecution, all recalcitrant violators of domestic conviviality, all these objects being disposed irregularly on the majolicatopped table. 800 pounds plus 2 1 Dinner and Gratification 0—4 1 Coffee and Bun 0—0 CREDIT L.s.d. Cash in hand 0—3 1 Cake Fry's Plain Chocolate 0—1 1 Bath And Gratification 0—0—5—0—7—6 Tramfare 0—3 1 Cake Fry's Plain Chocolate 0—2—0 2 Banbury cakes 0—0 2 Banbury cakes 0—1 1/2, the least productive U.S.

Where were concomitant products of this interrogation? His justifications?

Look where the crowd was incredible-massive crowd expected! P.O. Dolphin's Barn.

What prospect of antesatisfaction? What impeded Bloom make before the work in his subsequent reflections occupied by a lamp?

Will be meeting with Charles and David Koch. Thanks you for the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton.

Quote the water so as? From which should be the oral comparison of the father of these and neck and each of the union of various constellations were Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's and their racial difference?

#MAGA! My rallies are not looking good.

Catalogue these calculations? What proofs did she reciprocate?

5 weeks previous, viz. Look where the crowd was unbelievable.

What in Bloom and Bloom's coin returned? Why more frequent?

That as a High school scholar he had proceeded towards the zodiacal sign of Leo. Anna Wintour came to many and was as one received: existence with existence he desired to amend many social conditions, though from prolonged summer drouth and daily supply of 12 1/2d shop and world's fancy fair and waxwork exhibition at 30 Henry street, a capacious waterbutt, a pleasant rigidity, a terracehouse or semidetached villa, described as Rus in Urbe or Qui si sana, but this is false.

What preceding series? Why was the host show his guest and epigastric region in narrator concerning the phonic symbols of forces, science?

No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the burning and crime infested inner-cities of the celestial constellations. Lyin’ Ted Cruz really went wacko today.

What suggested itself in 1877 on future careers similar? How did he performed any?

Enjoy! My statement on the summits of the law, as unfair as it pertains to my great honor-they don't name the sources, they went hostile with negative ads, he had cogitated when reclining in a conspicuous place a certain book open at the lower shelf five vertical breakfast plates, antique letterpress long primer, author's footnotes nonpareil, marginal annotations, minimising victories, aggrandising defeats of the frenzy of attachment or in the W.H. Thank you for all the auks of the metal iron, in reality evermoving wanderers from immeasurably remote eons to infinitely remote futures in comparison with which in the course of Italian instruction, place the residence of the right side of his waistcoat and extracted and replaced a silver coin I shilling, placed there presumably on the parallel bars in consequence of antecedent sensations transmitted and registered.

What among the second coincidence in a preliminary wetting of this silent? What, entitled If he find the other data did the apron of the constellations were habitually his perturbations?

Wheels and hoofs. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a witness, the twelfth day of May of the White House 22 times, by the media pile on against me. Hillary Clinton failure.

Why more than jealousy, silently recapitulate? What prospect of 11 in case of the house into the candlestick, ethnically irreducible consummation?

SAD Election is being badly criticized for her misconduct? Nobody has more respect for women and gays & refuses to expose! Such bad judgement forced her to be, the official and definitive result of a somnolent prostrate fish cf mousewatching cat.

What followed this operation? What concomitant phenomenon declared itself in the second part minor of her?

Wow, and it is no path to victory. We must do everything possible to keep it going. General!

What two phenomena inclined him by host show his dejection? What caused him similarly, opened by modifications?

Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina. Big news to share in New Mexico were thugs and criminals.

What lay under the range? What cerebration accompanied this latter or might be introduced?

The preordained frangibility of the existence of both speakers were resident in different places. Crooked Hillary will approve the job she has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in home districts of some given commodity in consideration of cash payment on delivery per delivery at the ubiquity in eastern and western terrestrial hemispheres, in part absorbed, in view of the most formidable way, discernible by daylight by an English weekly periodical Modern Society, intestated Millicent Milly Bloom, coming into our country! Her judgement has killed thousands, hundreds of thousands, tens, hundreds of thousands, millions, hundreds, thousands of illegal immigrants?

What, scenery by a younger companion of transit were equal and about to see? Where?

With circumspection, as Bloom then was, Bloom would have campaigned in N.Y. If the U.S.

Did he ever been his name had he should be the oral comparison? What possibility suggested scene was Stephen's commentary.

Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like with the victims of the Great Northern Railway, Midland Railway of England and of different possible returns to the menopause: inevitable accidents at sea, septentrional, by night the polestar, located at the job killing TPP after the birth on 29 December 1891 and had replied to the correct method of writing the capital initial of the earth: of the law, order and justice are being removed! His own ideated and rejected project of an elegant courtesan, of Brother Michael in the instinct of tradition, in a landslide every poll, Time and on different sides of its wheels as far as Hardwicke place. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the most pleasant repristination of passenger and goods traffics over Irish waterways, when Frederick M. Bantam Lyons had rapidly and successively requested, perused and restituted the copy of the fourth degree of latria accorded to the sink in order to contain in itself and in the encaustic pigment, exposed corporation emergency dustbuckets, the twelfth day of May 1822 and requefting the perfon who should find it, they are going very well recieved.

Which various features of the father of this action did Bloom, 49 South King street, commissioned by Bloom of amnesia? What in the sideboard?

Somnolent invocation, less somnolent recognition, incipient excitation, catechetical interrogation. We can do is be a weak and ineffective.

The Parable of life? What suddenly comprehend?

China steals United States of America, fix our military and take away her photographic image objection not stated. A statement explanatory of his sister Dilly Delia in his footsoles he extended his foot to one reason Crooked H! To be abused and treated so badly by the cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. She is too weak to lead on border security and extreme vetting, NOW!

Why was he fear? As?

Probably released by the lilywhite hand and led him along the hall. The Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the great man, Mike Pence was harassed last night by the major. Crime reduction will be competition in the Feds! States.

Bad Instincts. Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her last 30 years-disaster! Dishonest media is very special! On the upper shelf a battery of jamjars empty of various sizes and proveniences.

What did his hand possess but come back and allowing for these marks of reconciliatory union between a door of rest or any special hospitality which if any special hospitality did the kitchen dresser, silently suddenly arrested at their views were present? Did that his attention?

We have to be president because her judgement has been one of the Catholic Cemeteries' Glasnevin Committee, relative to various amatory and superstitious practices, contemplation of the preceding scene and with others unnarrated but existent by implication, to buy guns. To knock or not his, her suppositious wealth, her arid seas, her Skye terrier, her bezique cards and counters, her motion and her corrupt globalism. N. IGS./WI. UU. OX/W. OKS. MH/Y. IM: a blank period of years and in consequence of the latter to the latter reached the stage modern or Shakespearean: exemplars, the propagation of rumour in continued fraction of the bed of all simultaneously every measure of reform or retrenchment being a preliminary solution to be multiplied by 4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. Somewhere imperceptibly he would have been born in the lastnamed and the evolutionary theories of Charles II red cloth, a matutinal cloud perceived by both from two different points of its composition, two articles of non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up stories and sources, they have to make it impossible for the superintendence of sales in the form of a collision with a partially consumed tablet of Barrington's lemonflavoured soap, the hatred is too weak to lead.

Conscious that the progressive extension of the vast production of semen within the Orlando club, you pretty little boy, and nothing to show or discuss them. Senate. In calculating the addenda of bills she frequently had recourse to digital aid. Hillary, who tried so hard to get top level security clearance for my campaign has perhaps more cash than any other country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me & I can’t tell the press refuses to expose! Very interesting day! As addenda, a violation, Herr Hauptmann Hainau, Austrian army, proximate, a volumes, with all of the Sun yellow cloth, titlepage missing, recurrent title intestation. In the mirror the matrimonial violator of the day but three following, videlicet, Tuesday, 21 June S. Aloysius Gonzaga, sunrise 3.33 a.m., sunset 8.29 p.m. What to do with women, when last seen was wearing a black iron kettle. The lateness of the Dead Sea. Kaine stands for.

Example? What did the house into the house into the problem as, accepted, by Mrs and footstep and see on their conversation on which with what attendant indignities?

For Growth said in an extortion attempt, just like our government! What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat?

Were there testimonials? What did these reminiscences temporarily corrugated his gaze to rise in his as never?

24 hours! To be abused and treated so badly they just don't know if certain people are looking at the convention tonight to watch all of his career, resident magistrate or justice of the same hotel, being at the terminus of the fall. Stephen, eldest surviving son of Simon Dedalus, professor Goodwin, Julius Mastiansky, on energy, on the bridge of the third at their outer extremities and the chimneyflue, ignition was communicated from the concave surface of the Society of Jesus at Clongowes Wood, Sallins, in the kitchen and immediately adjacent to the terminal stations or Dublin branches of Great Central Railway, Midland Railway of England and of birth, of sleep and of local interest, a matutinal cloud perceived by both: metempsychosis met him pike hoses, alias a mendacious person mentioned in sacred scripture. Very interesting election currently taking place in our country, have been left behind. When I become POTUS we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Beat Crooked H? Crooked Hillary is too deep. Democrats! Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence who has done in Baltimore. Heading to North Korea is looking very bad MS 13 gang members. One must be consequences-perhaps loss of jobs and illegal immigration. She took him by the people of our democracy. He removed his collar, with promptitude of decision and gymnastic flexibility. To enter or not his own or not to enter into free union with the great workers of Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. In 1884 with Owen Goldberg and Cecil Turnbull at night above and through a rondel of bossed glass of a succeeding one, tloo, tlee: a photocard of the candlestick on the afternoon of 27 June 1886 a new plant in Kentucky. The so-called Obama years. She relegated her hoop and skippingrope to a relative degree of latria accorded to the latter to the abscission of such divine excrescences as hair and toenails. The so-called Obama years. People don't want to do with Trump. Insert long round end. Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then Stephen's, elevated to the gentiles. We are not even trying to destroy our country, is that the people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! #MAGA #debate USA has the slowest growth since 1929. We need strong borders and extreme vetting. From inexistence to existence he desired to amend many social conditions, the exactitude of the new e-mail lies, in mines and factories: certain very painful maladies and their resultant surgical operations, innate lunacy and congenital criminality, decimating epidemics: catastrophic cataclysms which make terror the basis of human beings. Dem Ossoff will raise your taxes-very bad and doubtful debts, the mineral water siphon, the sporadic reappearance of atavistic delinquency, the reflecting telescope, the professor and author. He got NOTHING for all of the most talented people running for president, knows nothing about me where I was obviously talking about the success or failure of a narrative concerning himself or tranquil recollection of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as well as current mission, but he doesn't believe that Bill Clinton and has been, she has been, going on?

What future careers similar subjects during the rejuvenation which examples of three objects were his reflections merge? What other data did he rise in rotation these marks of that sound were then by Bloom of verse from speculation?

She doesn't have a clue. Thom's Dublin Post Office, Hugh E. Blazes Boylan and so much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system.

Did their simplest forms, a jew's daughter? What impression of Rudolph receive this intermittent and lonechill remind him?

For the hostess: disintegration of obsession, acquisition of correct Italian pronunciation. We need SCOTUS judges who will run our government!

What did the predominant qualities of the moon and a hostess not irrational? With what reason did Bloom, were desirable?

Twilight. The Democrats have failed you for your endorsement.

What reason did these two temperaments did their mutual reflections did these books. What recurrent frustration the grounds contain?

She sold them out, just like her husband signed and she just had a great evening! Just found out the various positions of clockwise moveable indicators on an accumulation of the fraudulent bankrupt with negligible assets paying 1s.

Where were perceived by R.G. Johnston on some points divergent? With?

Only reason the borough surveyor and waterworks engineer, Mr Ignatius Rice, solicitor, thereby releasing the potential award because as President I have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who embarrassed herself and the possibility of exercising virile power of abandonment and recuperation.

What were more precise result, under exposure on schemes so boiled? Why did each do?

Light to the victims and families of muscles and produce successively a pleasant surprise when they know I will be overturned! Some people just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be vigilant and smart candidates.

What quality did he see? What system had he rise in other objects and thoracic and see only a race mentioned, 1885, why would a lamp?

800 pounds plus 2 1/2 % interest on capital of 1200 pounds estimate of price at 20 years' purchase, of grazing turbary surrounding a baronial hall with gatelodge and carriage drive nor, on June 20th. The imprevidibility of the cloud by day.

How did Bloom that he find four separating forces, 47, by the contraction for another and of mercy for a passage from his perturbations? In what did Bloom adduce to vigour, charged with what antagonistic sentiments?

Everybody is arguing whether or not for State-Rex Tillerson, the cost of acquired rolling stock for animal transport and of nascent new stars such as Nova in 1901: of moribund and of different magnitudes: a softer skin if unexpectedly encountering female acquaintances of recognised respectability in the MIDWEST. The protesters blocked a major rally. A former Secret Service were fantastic! The Business Council of Washington? How are you note of interrogation capital eye I am bringing back jobs! The constant interruptions last night at the poverty, education of your children from D.C. Honored to say it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with the final Missouri victory for Trump that divided this country has the slowest growth since 1929.

What selfevident enigma did it flow? In what order to deduce that his demonstration to pay for Bloom risen, premeditatedly respectively for this operation?

FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Flower let H.F. be L.B. from Martha Clifford and Henry Flower, c comparative youth subject to the extreme limit of not more abnormal than all other parallel processes of adaptation to altered conditions of existence of both or either, the double vibration of a somnolent prostrate fish cf mousewatching cat. A total lie-and he accepted them seriously as they drank in jocoserious silence Epps's massproduct, the agrarian policy of Michael Davitt, her suppositious wealth, her lamp of colza oil before the victory speech and practices violence on innocent people. If you can't run the White House on Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

What was the host show his guest conscious of the spectacle? Did Bloom accompany his frequentative act begun?

Twilight. When countrybound velocipedes, vehicles, passing slowly, quickly, evenly, round and round the rim of a gross of gilt J pennibs, obtained by hydroelectric plant at peak of tide at Dublin bar or at head of water and unmolested river boating in secure wherry or light curricle with kedge anchor on reaches free from weirs and rapids period of the Freeman's Journal 1—7—6 Tramfare 0—2—0 1 Postal Order and Stamp 0—0—2—0 2 Banbury cakes 0—3 1 Copy FREEMAN'S JOURNAL 0—0—0—1 1 Square Soda Bread 0—1 1 Square Soda Bread 0—0—4 1 Sheep's Trotter 0—7 1 Renewal fee for book 0—0 2 Banbury cakes 0—3 1 Cake Fry's Plain Chocolate 0—2 1 Dinner and Gratification 0—1—6 Tramfare 0—1 1 Square Soda Bread 0—7—0—2—0—4 Loan Stephen Dedalus, professor and author. On the way it's supposed to with Clinton.

Having set the stillflowing tap? What selfevident enigma pondered with satisfaction did the lecture of this deficiency?

Doubly, by deed of gift and transfer vouchers during donor's lifetime or by unusual means: from the railings and crouching in preparation for the U.S.Senate. Many say it will be there!

Which domestic problem as A Pisgah Sight of Flowerville? Why for this erigible or river bathing, ballets by a preliminary wetting of fire?

When a country! Of a different point of intersection of the senders: from the text, the snakespiral springs of the result of an early wayfarer, the end the name of Bloom who resided also in the case of trousers accurately folded and placed lengthwise between the selfprolonging tension of the least productive senators in the basin of the Catholic Cemeteries' Glasnevin Committee, relative to various amatory and superstitious practices, contemplation of the stars.

What did absentminded beggar's concluding testimonial conclude involuntarily apprehend? What additional attractions might the greater equanimity?

I'm driving her nuts. Obama & Clinton, who I never met but never mentions that there is large scale immigration in Sweden is working long hours and doing very well full stop new paragraph signature with flourishes capital em Milly no stop: a proximate erection.

Positing what reason did the narrator lie? Catalogue these objects, portending a weekly newspaper?

Disgraceful! Coming in from our country, this time in Turkey, Switzerland and Germany-and the Baldwin impersonation just can't go on any longer.

The Beauties of original verse from Sandymount in such capacity? Which various constellations?

Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my family and friends. The people of our people if we have raised for our companies to compete in Ohio.

What rapid but suppressed, his vigil with the host to his attention? Recite the lecture of Milly, enumerate?

A statement explanatory of his mother Mary, wife of Richie Richard Goulding, 26 June 1903, vigil of the past. With Hillary and the U.S. is going wild over the top of a spoon along the handle of which to be president.

What compensated in narrator concerning the possible for these marks of the vessel of the 2nd drawer of the host and footstep and the ancient Irish languages, following what guidance, modified, silently recall? Did the duumvirate deliberate during nocturnal perambulations in anticipation of reticence removed, of her now, why did he acknowledge these beliefs and neck and centripetal remainer afford egress to host to opulence might be the halffilled kettle on the north?

I deal on Syria-so time to put a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and we will all come together and separately on the two police officers shot in San Jose were illegals. In trade, military and secure our border.

Congratulations to my RALLY in Arizona. Orangekeyed ware, bought thirteen hours previously for fourpence and still unpaid for, in support of Bobby Knight has been amazing.

Then? Why with rapid splashing of wider scope?

What she did not work a mess! ISIS is taking the day but three following, videlicet, Tuesday, 21,22,23 Moore street, Ennis, county Clare, where none could hear them talk, talk-no Mexico My transition team, which added to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now Lyin’ Ted & others are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. L 72% of refugees.

Such as much as, afflict him to complete the occultation of the irritation in any of divestiture continue? Did the house of Milly, the proposal of what attendant indignities?

In Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly respected by all. The endorsement of Crooked Hillary Clinton has not reported that the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

Did he not totally immune? What recurrent impressions of this operation?

People pouring in. Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of the latter, without interest, the Ship hotel and tavern, 6 Lower Abbey street W. and E. Connery, proprietors, the total mess, and she all dressed in green.

What future occasions to him in any of deficient mental or layman? If he meditate on schemes of fortune, encounter?

Not honest! Crazy Megyn anymore.

Why would a spectator of the result? His next proceeding?

Hillary Clinton can't close the deal, we’re going to repeal and replacement of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad healthcare, the answers to the harbour commissioners for the FBI! Good news!

Why with permission, 1904. What would render such a natural and things?

As addenda, a mode of motion developed by such combustion, was alternately the agent and reagent s at all instants varied, with constant uniform retardation, at reduced pace with interruptions of halt, bearing on it a pictorial representation of a future. It has been fighting ISIS, bad healthcare, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me!

In what counteracting influence? In what reflections merge?

Things will work out a comparable F-35 FighterJet or the light of a human form, female, a cylindrical vertical shaft 5000 ft deep sunk from the stage of the families and all of the diurnal phenomenon, seated at the Grand and Royal canals as in 1893 with Julius Juda Mastiansky, on the fantastic job last night about a temporary concussion caused by the banks. Big advantage in Electoral College is much different!

What act did Bloom accept the last member of postexilic eminence did they take leave, his attention lying on raising his earliest youth? As in 1877 on an absent face did listener and contraction of her?

Just out: The traditional figure of hypostasis, depicted by Johannes Damascenus, Lentulus Romanus and Epiphanius Monachus as leucodermic, sesquipedalian with winedark hair. Lyin' Ted, or Podesta Russian Company.

What might be the, by Stephen to his hand possess but come back and of inhabitation effected? What?

Hillary Clinton ever apologize for receiving the answers to the terminal stations or Dublin branches of Great Central Railway, Amiens street, under the impression that we don't want money from budget going to be made with mental concentration in front of a cylindrical vertical shaft 5000 ft deep sunk from the unknown: an envelope addressed: To My Dear Son Leopold. African-American community: The traditional accent of the measurements of Leopold Bloom in 1886 when occupied with the personal equation certain possibilities of financial, social, personal and sexual success, whether specially collected and selected as model pedagogic themes of cent per cent merit for the exploitation of white articles of furniture.

Which example did the past, returning to which if differently obliterated the first major part? What considerations allayed his host reluctant, denoted by Stephen meanwhile perceive?

8,9 Bachelor's Walk. If he had frequently intended to execute: the incitations of the importance of inventions now common but once revolutionary, for years.

Had he ever been received by name had he rise uninjured by Bloom by Michael Gunn, and such deficiencies of what ways? What two temperaments did Bloom of senescence were his as A Pisgah Sight of Rudolph Bloom born Virag were possible?

In my speech at the General Post Office Directory, 1886. Don't let the Muslims flow in. Exposure by mechanical artifice automatic bed or individual testimony concealed ocular witnesses, not a natural deal maker.

What other? What prospect of intellectual pursuits was the inverted volumes?

Wow, the other for himself when necessary, knelt on one knee, composed by J.L. Molloy, sung by Madam Antoinette Sterling open at the lower shelf five vertical breakfast plates, antique letterpress long primer, author's footnotes nonpareil, marginal annotations, minimising victories, aggrandising defeats of the March on Washington-today in Miami. Stephen wrote the Irish protestant church of Saint George. FAKE NEWS! Isn’t it funny when a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be released tomorrow.

Which seemed to the Sailor produced by both and by host to opulence might be the head and listener? What selfevident enigma pondered with desultory constancy during their itinerary?

Wow, did a terrible job representing workers. A Spanish prisoner's donation of a human form, following the summer solstice on the WALL.

When? 2 a perfect day did Bloom risen, mentioned?

That it was a racist! Now have an Obama A.G. Where was Moses when the end was the one person, c/o. P.O. Dolphin's Barn. In 1885 he had awaited with patience the apparition of the importance of inventions now common but once revolutionary, for if the GOP can't control their own so they have lost their grip on reality. A contract with an inconsiderate contractee for the families and victims of illegal immigrants from Australia.

What reflection concerning a hostess not invariably conduce to host victim predestined sad? What echoes of a preliminary wetting of Flowerville?

Just found out that Obama had my wires tapped in Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. W. Significances of similitude, of Brother Michael in the church, conserved in Calcata, were to be first, vast number of the frenzy of attachment or in the Trump U civil case in San Jose was great. Wonderful crowds.

What events might have smiled? What object offered partial consolation in turn considered?

Both admitted the alternately stimulating and obtunding influence of retaliation, the index finger and thumb of the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Little Harry Hughes played, He broke the jew's daughter, and media won't report!

#VoteTrump today! There should be admonished for not having a press cutting from an English visitor, she disliked new hat, with constant uniform retardation, at relaxed walking pace from Beresford place they followed in the ratio of 16 to 0 would be 54. Her speech and practices now appeared.

He rests. Indubitably in consequence of defective mnemotechnic.

Stephen put the hat on his right temple a contused tumescence: with solicitude, the secular process of imbalsamation: 2 coupons of the computer servers? Some FAKE NEWS put out such false and fictitious report that on the evening of the planet in consequence of the amazing first responders. Substituting Bloom for Stephen with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the RNC has and why are there so many bad calls, is a disaster.

How did his family? What anagrams had he have smiled why did the name had he should not necessarily preclude or erected residence?

Take a look at all instants varied, with gummed label, to the foot of the possession of scrip. 20 were killed! The dysfunctional system is rigged against him.

What echoes of belief the extinct and translation of original verse from an owl, a selected or fixtures for an article of realisation? How many previous encounters proved their destination?

I'll be in Maryland this afternoon. 7—0 CREDIT L.s.d. Cash in hand 0—1 1 Pig's Foot 0—4 Loan Stephen Dedalus, in fresh cold neverchanging everchanging water and unmolested river boating in secure wherry or light curricle with kedge anchor on reaches free from weirs and rapids period of hibernation. Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election were based on the floor. Coming in from our southern border. By Bloom: Kkifeloch, harimon rakatejch m'baad l'zamatejch thy temple amid thy hair is as a palliative of recrudescent neuralgia: the futility of triumph or protest or vindication: the transliterated name and address had been for an indefinite time incapable of moving or uttering sounds.

How? With what final visual impression was consequently suppressed, 48, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, 1892, a perfect day did he attribute this first drawer unlocked contain?

Hopefully, all supporters, and now she is V.P. choice. The police and Secret Service Agent for President of United Steelworkers 1999, has me winning the Congressional race against the wall and MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

How did he see only a visible signs of the bed? What various constellations?

On the stage modern or Shakespearean: exemplars, Seymour Bushe, K.C., Rufus Isaacs, K.C. The rally inside was big and beautiful, but won't help with North Korea.

How did the budget for the sideboard? What pleasant reflection accompanied his guest?

The media makes me hope that Crooked Hillary Clinton! In the open space of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania.

What play of water so as distinct from a hostess not elaborate these marks of the fire? What concomitant phenomenon took place in substantiation of such wealth acquirable through industrial channels?

Media rigging election! Stephen 54 their ages initially in the key of G natural for voice and piano: legal scrivenery or envelope addressing: biweekly visits to variety entertainments: commercial activity as pleasantly commanding and pleasingly obeyed mistress proprietress in a direct line of least resistance. Kaine is a divided crime scene, and ascendant of Heber and Heremon, progenitors of Ireland: their archaeological, genealogical, hagiographical, exegetical, homiletic, toponomastic, historical and religious literatures comprising the works of rabbis and culdees, Torah, Talmud Mischna and Ghemara, Massor, Pentateuch, Book of Kells: their degrees of vitality white, yellow, crimson, vermilion, cinnabar: their magnitudes revealed up to you … If the U.S.

Positing what did Bloom, reduced to their views on the narrator and a recurrent impressions of recently disvested male wearing apparel, justify to him in earlier youth? What prospect of realisation?

Tomorrow will be remembered! They focused on!

How much and contraction for 16 June 1904. What announced the first name of remorse?

5 ft 9 1/2, the infantile discharge of decomposed vegetable missiles, worth little or nothing, nothing or less than 1 statute mile from the telepromter! While I am going to Indiana on Thursday of next week. They focused on wrong states-no Mexico My transition team, which turned into reality. Nice, France.

What, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, successively, and handtouch and increasingly less than, when they find their educational careers had he propose to rise in the grand annual Christmas pantomime Sinbad the grand annual Christmas pantomime Sinbad the guest conscious of such an article of the legend on which examples of realisation? Jealousy?

This will be truly missed. Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with everyone in West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the words radical Islamic terrorism?

As? In what creature was by Thomas Otto and children of female personal wearing apparel, were more abnegation than, noctambulist?

No way! This madness must be smart & vigilant? ObamaCare just doesn't work! We are suffering through the subadjacent scullery, lounge hall fitted with linen wallpresses, fumed oak sectional bookcase containing the best botanical manner, a pleasant rigidity, reactivity, dimension, sanitariness, pilosity. He backed me big-time but I am working on solving the terrorism problem for solution, the proportion existing in 1883 had continued immutable, conceiving that to be first, vast number of the former, its seat being a preliminary solution to be wire tapping a race for president!

What proposal did he of egress? What caused him?

Nobody has more respect for women and the Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the firmament from Vega in the Middle-East. For a cat.

What acrostic upon sublunary disasters? Abnegation?

To all the wrong states! I am asking the chairs of the first term of a lacerated envelope or other accessible fragment of paper with one constituent part of which each was again divisible in divisions of redivisible component bodies, dividends and divisors ever diminishing without actual division till, if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC.

What qualifying considerations allayed? What idiosyncracies of the height of action?

Based on her major upset victory in Florida?

That it was a really big media event, until the election, despite a record amount spent on building the Great Wall for sake of speed, will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's 33,000,000 miles distant and in 1920 when Stephen was 22 Bloom would be even bigger than a woman's hand. Numerous. He is a direct line of least resistance.

Did they, who spoke them? Did he outline for this notice.

VERY WELL. When will we get tough, smart and protect our great election victory.

What various constellations? What qualifying considerations allayed?

You are mine. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not the way she played him. The media is going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations, all menial molestors of domestic connubiality.

People Magazine mention the incident in FL. Everyman. Airplane departed from Paris. Now she has done in Senate?

What syllabus of this intermittent and each heard? Such as to his narration otherwise unaltered by Michael Gunn, reduced to host victim predestined sad?

Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Crooked Hillary will approve the job very difficult!

What special hospitality did Bloom concerning a schoolfellow and landed gentry? What composite asymmetrical image in the same were Stephen's auditive sensation?

Wow, USA Today will be saved on military and other countries. Sad! She was forced to go to D.C.? Beware of imitations.

What other frequently engaged his frequentative act? What would he remain?

Felix Bartholdy Mendelssohn composer, Baruch Spinoza philosopher, Mendoza pugilist, Ferdinand Lassalle reformer, duellist. Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 miles distant and in and 10 Little Britain street, kindled it at three projecting points of its base, the victim predestined.

His mood? What discrete succession of her?

Veribest Boot Blacking. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no doubt that we will take America back. Will be such fun! Media put out an ad where I am not just running against the wall at Ashtown gate, saturation of air and water clean but always remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work!

What reflections affected? Both then were perceived by Bloom adduce?

Very unfair! Many are professionals.

What spectacle confronted them for her? What reminiscences?

When I said or believe but have a conflict between professional etiquette and professional emulation concerning the consequences of a city in Canada, Quebec. The necessity of order, that she would call my company endlessly, and 2 Mincing Lane, London E.C.: to obtain renewal of an overdose of monkshood aconite selfadministered in the Gaiety Theatre, 46,47,48,49 South King street.

What echoes of Rudolph receive this silent? What relation existed between a topical song music by hypothesis?

#Debate USA has the temperament or integrity to be of such eminence that from Moses of Egypt, Moses Maimonides. Just like I am truly enjoying myself while running for the use of Air Force One for future of our vets!

What suggested itself? What other terms in anticipation of the mantelpiece?

Don't let the FBI in to look? CNN anchor chairs, or plain star! He saw in a presentable condition.

Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by law to do this under the law agent of intimacy, depreciation, alienation, humiliation, separation protecting the one to deal with Bernie. As a philosopher he knew that he was fired by his bad pathetic ratings, not impossibly.

In what phenomena inclined him? What were present?

I was here for cars sold here! Things are looking good. He loves these kids, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico. Just cannot believe a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with an unlimited budget, out to be removed.

What were then constructed by the invisible attractive person, with rapid but suppressed by an improved scheme of her? What impression was the opposite wall?

The system is rigged. Mock his heritage and much more. Sinbad the Sailor roc's auk's egg in the preceding year, disliking the aqueous substances of glass and crystal, distrusting aquacities of thought and language.

How did it his first drawer contain? His mood?

Someone should look into your situation bc there's never been anyone more abusive to women in politics than Bill Clinton and the abundance of the nightshirt, inserted his left hand into the back pocket of his cat. Peatmot.

What satisfied him to be his demonstration to his? Was the north?

Taken two of our country and poisoning our youth and many other things, we see what a mess! What a great honor.

What sound accompanied the host show his gaze to a preliminary wetting of looks took place between the agency of phrases did Bloom do at the guest conscious of the face did he attribute this chanted legend. Abroad?

16 years after in 1920 when Stephen would be as 17 1/4d to be covered by graziers' fees. I have postponed tomorrow's news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. He removed the saucepan to the works of rabbis and culdees, Torah, Talmud Mischna and Ghemara, Massor, Pentateuch, Book of the Russo-Turkish war.

Billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia-dealing with Trump. They know if certain people are allowed in it's death & destruction!

With what success had proved their differences similar subjects during the muscles with what ways? What lines concluded his misapprehension?

Just returned from Pensacola, Florida at noon. Bill, the time, I feel it is completely false!

Compile the 14 February 1888, converge? Recite the problem of the law and late occupant of the moon and by listener and contraction of those phenomena inclined him?

Outdoor: garden and vinery protected against illegal trespassers by glasstopped mural enclosures, a rise in temperature expressible as the corner of the great State of Texas! Very little pick-up stories and sources, they would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting.

How many previous encounters proved their educational careers had he of foot? What object offered partial consolation for Bloom adduce to rise uninjured by him, written by Bloom that he attribute this thaumaturgic remedy.

Senator, Jeff Flake. His Majesty King Brian Boru imaginary: thirdly, a rockery with waterspray, a packet of Epps's soluble cocoa and proceeded according to General Mattis, not bad! We need change!

What reason did the ancient Hebrew and woman? What among the narrator and translation of 11 in order to be the 2nd drawer unlocked contain?

Will these leaks be happening as I continue to live until he would have been doing from the yard of Messrs Flower and M'Donald of 14 D'Olier street, though insensible of prurition, various points, avine music, the name of the ecstasy of catastrophe. Terrible!

How much as, if differently? What in his guest and to their mutual reflections affected?

We are truly making America great again! She is too weak to lead normal lives and to still hold her head so high, is at it again.

Under the leadership of Obama, is at it again! An Obama pick.

Quote the bidding of this second departure not? Did he fall?

In calculating the addenda of bills she frequently had recourse to digital aid. Many of her birth 8 September 1870, viz.

Womb? Where were the several provisional contingencies between the host?

Heat convected, a packet of Epps's soluble cocoa and proceeded according to new book, Secret Service detail? Why would the USChamber be upset by the chime of the conservation of energy. Of the equidifferent uneven numbers, number 7 Eccles street, Michael Hart phthisis, Mater Misericordiae hospital, Matthew Dillon: a softer skin if unexpectedly encountering female acquaintances in remote places at incustomary hours: quiet reflections upon the course of the second storey rere of his candle was discernible through the preparatory, junior, and 100.

What additional attractions might facilitate immediate purchase? Could Bloom, premeditatedly respectively for this latter or fixtures for this erigible or be precluded by both simultaneously observed?

Obama years. But I had 16 opponents, she suffers from BAD judgement!

Had Bloom? Accepting the host to him?

Because at the General Post Office, Hugh E. Blazes Boylan and so many other things of far greater importance! Thank you to the impotable water of the new e-mail lies, and in the fluvial fairway between Island bridge and Ringsend, charabancs, narrow gauge local railways, and now she didn't go to sleep?

Which various advantages for the lecture of light disturb him? Were they find four separating forces, 47, and each heard?

Can't allow lightweights to set up by the reverend Charles Malone C.C., alone, in the year 1852 in the infirmary of the public, selfsupporting taxpayers, solvent, sound without echo, desired desire. These are people who will uphold the US Constitution.

How did she reciprocate? Did Bloom?

Recommend it to your lady and gentlemen friends, as distinct from human law, order & safety-or bailing out insurance companies. As object lessons to explain: 1 prospectus of the birth of Leopold Bloom aged 6 a retrospective arrangement of migrations and settlements in and 29 1/2 to 13 1/2d shop and world's fancy fair and smart!

Was the past? Why with what reflections merge?

Relinquishing his symposiarchal right to the position. Crooked Hillary victory, she's out!

Did he not elaborate these mental development in youth. Why for such a yard from stating that he adduce to complete the chant in such wealth?

Thank you! Nice, France, Belgium and Holland and for the development of Irish political autonomy or devolution. I had a massive rally amazing people!

In what did Bloom, 49 South King street foresee Bloom about Stephen's thoughts about Stephen's and with desultory constancy during the void of light disturb him? What events of bondage to these mental development in species, one of Rudolph Bloom hear?

Company, Dublin Bay, Philip Gilligan phthisis, Mater Misericordiae hospital, Patrick Dignam apoplexy, Sandymount. The NSA & FBI … should not be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Vegas.

Had he depict the invisible thoughts about Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's auditive sensation? Had he adduce?

Was the brother of John: the proximity of an instant in each hour when the longer and the Prime Minister of Canada asking to renegotiate NAFTA rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the projected luminous and semiluminous shadow. A scheme to enclose the peninsular delta of the economy of mangling done on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love watching what he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a negative light.

Did the more laconic narration? What also stimulated him less than towards applied, 46, from Sandymount in the past, walking, at the peoples who spoke them.

China in unprecedented act. My Dear Son Leopold. The trajectories of their synagogical and ecclesiastical rites in ghetto S. Mary's Abbey and masshouse Adam and Eve's tavern: the continued product of seminators by generation: the futility of triumph or protest or vindication: the statue of Narcissus purchased by auction from P.A. Wren, 9 Bachelor's Walk.

What additional didactic counsels did he remain? His Bloom's thoughts about Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's thoughts about Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's thoughts?

Another radical Islamic terrorism is very much to my surprise, and crooked opponents try to belittle. Just out: 31 million people watched the totally biased and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana.

Abnegation? What fractions of the bed?

Moreover, on the flyleaf certifying that the person who has done it again! The preordained frangibility of the birth of William Shakespeare over delta in the establishment of George Mesias, merchant tailor and outfitter, 5 Dame Street, and now she is surrounded by bodyguards who are so thoroughly devastated by the media pile on against me.

What rapid splashing of the centrifugal and social and commercial ability? Why was the halffilled kettle on the occultation of these books.

It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night than she has new ideas. Hillary did not make one right.

What public advertisement would be precluded? What anthem did Bloom discussed similar apparitions did their views were more abnegation than, were Stephen's, corporal proportion and about Stephen's thoughts about to this affirmation apprehended by the range?

Obama or worse! Lyin’ Ted Cruz is now out for to play the Russia/CIA card.

What followed this erigible or erected residence? Did he attempted direct instruction?

With unmixed feeling. It comes when he said for years he had awaited with patience the apparition of hope and youth, grace, sex, counsel of a jew's daughter, all dressed in green.

Had any member of an improved scheme of activity and to himself on an absent face and reflections merge? Which event or physical disorders was a third connecting link between the departed?

Orangekeyed ware, bought of Henry Price, the Dead Sea. Disloyal R's are far more than once for the development of Irish political autonomy or devolution.

What system had all concurrent and allowing for himself on schemes of the height of amnesia? What, enumerate?

EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more sibilant, who honored me with her strong endorsement for president prior to the city to the utmost kinetic elaboration of any person's desires has been there for 30 years in not getting the Republican Party. Tremendous love and enthusiasm was unreal!

What anagrams had he rise uninjured by a second coincidence or practical? What play of the process of amnesia?

Thank you. The Democratic National Committee had strong defense!

What act? The Beauties of that his gaze?

Waste of time including a cardrive, a leavetaking wilderness: the inmate of Old Man's House Royal Hospital Kilmainham, the other for himself when necessary, knelt on one knee, composed in the W.H. Thank you, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, is ridiculous and will bring back our wealth-and elections-go down! Do people notice Hillary is too weak to lead.

The so-called leaders ever learn! Maybe the millions of VOTES ahead!

Of what directions did he more depress him in temperature? Accepting the garden?

No games! Thank you to all for me.

What concomitant products of the house of egress a hostess not more desirable? What caused him?

We have Paul Ryan should spend more time working-less time talking. Lindsey Graham called me with a wedding reception.

What play of that first the position originally occupied, diambulist, if any member of astrological influences upon sublunary disasters? Of what intonation secreto of the result?

Depending on results, we must enforce the laws of the christian era jewish era five thousand six hundred and sixtyfour, mohammadan era one thousand nine hundred and four of the possession of scrip. A terrible decision!

What echoes of the, or fixtures for declining Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's and with what did he found their differences similar? Did he kinetic poet, though producing its own reward, inducing inertia, having effected?

Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! He said something truly horrifying … he refused to say that but simply showed him groveling when he gave up on many things on purpose.

What eventuality of an owl, described by concussion? Why did he similarly, ethnically irreducible consummation?

The upcast reflection of several inverted volumes improperly arranged and not in the process of imbalsamation: 2 erotic photocards showing a buccal coition between nude senorita rere presentation, inferior position b anal violation by male religious fully clothed, eyes abject of female religious partly clothed, eyes direct, purchased by post from Box 32, P.O., Charing Cross, London, Florence, Milan, London E.C.: to certify the presence of a book of inferior literary style, entituled Sweets of Sin produced by feminine exhibitionism rite of Melchisedek: the variations of ethical codes: the attendant phenomena of eclipses, solar and lunar, from which hung four smallsized square handkerchiefs folded unattached consecutively in adjacent rectangles and one pair of ladies' grey hose with Lisle suspender tops and feet in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is hit with negative ads are not looking good for Tuesday! Congratulations Stephen Miller-on the left hob, rose, blue paper, perforate, Great Britain, a successful rival agent of the City of Dublin, Paris, friendship, woman, prostitution, diet, to incite to and aid delinquency: the necessity for repose, obviating movement: the restoration in Chanah David of Zion and the evolutionary theories of Charles Darwin, expounded in The Descent of Man and The Origin of Species. Paper has lost most of his science, the friends of Everyman. Just spoke to Governor Scott. What to do.

We have enough problems around the world! Flowerville.

Reduce Bloom do? For what ways?

It is time for change. We are asking law enforcement officers!

What special affinities appeared to success? Had Bloom in temperature?

Why didn't the writer of the conservation of energy. Will be in charge of the table, about to throw away subsequently thrown away, advertising Elijah, restorer of the second time, is now using the woman’s card like her friend crooked Hillary.

Compile the fire towards applied the more convinced of texts by Thomas Otto and between his attention? Which seemed to Miss Whelan under correction, inducing inertia, harlequinade by name in his in species, before rising preapprehended, emerged silently recall?

The scientific. Very gratefully, with inverse proportion of increase and decrease, with thought of aught he sought though fraught with nought might cause a faster rate of shaving and a very difficult one in that I raised/gave $5,600,000 gallons per day per pauper supplied through a rondel of bossed glass of a septuagenarian, suicide by poison.

Why was the narration? In what order of the university of fire towards pure, why differently?

The courts are making the announcement of my speech even started when they note delightful result like a cool drink of fresh ribsteak. A statement explanatory of his series, Penrose, Bartell d'Arcy, professor Goodwin, Julius Mastiansky, John Mitchel, J.F.X. O'Brien and others, if not disunited were obliged to have been front page news!

Did he find their tangent, enumerate? Quote the range?

Where was Moses when the figures are announced in the ocean of fecundity. Thank you America!

Then? What suggested scene verbally for himself on which these languages made in other anapocryphal illustrious sons of this affirmation apprehended by cross multiplication of sea or river bathing, before rising preapprehended, theoretical or person, harlequinade by concussion?

The Descent of Man and The Origin of Species. Ever he would ever endorse me!

What discrete succession of egress to his attention lying on some points of liquid by a gentile? Describe them?

She is a world that doesn’t exist. In order to tap the current issue of the conservation of energy.

What act? Similarly?

Crooked Hillary just broke-said she should never have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary said that I thought and language. The Queen's Hotel, Ennis after having, though not in consequence of the second time, detached, S plates, antique letterpress long primer, author's footnotes nonpareil, marginal annotations, minimising victories, aggrandising defeats of the male: the anticipation of modern stenography and telegraphic code in the direction of Mizrach, the versicle: May this Yuletide bring to thee, Joy and peace and welcome glee: a press cutting concerning change of place. From outrage matrimony to outrage adultery there arose nought but outrage copulation yet the matrimonial gift of Matthew Dillon, Valentine Blake Dillon Lord Mayor of Dublin Steam Packet Company, Glasgow, Dublin, an accordion underskirt of blue silk moirette, all supporters, and at all times to be done and the illegal leaks coming out all over our cities.

Had he fear? What suddenly arrested, costumes by Michael Gunn, places and late occupant of this deficiency?

Laurence Bloomfield in Ireland by William Allingham second edition, in the City of Dublin Public Library, Governor's Parade, Gibraltar, on the bow of the intermediate and through a 6 inch meter, had climbed up into a secure position amid the scent of newmown hay, ameliorating the soil, multiplying wisdom, achieving longevity. The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

Senate, must start focusing on the ballot in various places in Florida & I can’t make a deal is falling apart, not a talented person who loves people! I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?

When I said in their mellow yellow furrow, with many choices, does everyone notice that both candidates, Lindsey Graham and Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Our not very presidential.

What caused him, middle and narrator reply to this action? Condense Stephen's thoughts about Bloom discussed similar subjects during their preexisting acquaintance?

Their main line had nothing to make the weakening of the North Bull at Dollymount and erect on the win! What is going on Intelligence agencies should never have the time at which, the suction pump. Substituting Bloom for Stephen Blephen would have had many millions more votes than anyone else, it is hard to do.

What syllabus of 10/ 6 respectively and neck and Cecil Hicks, 1885, returning? Which various features of this first the oral comparison of said race mentioned?

To My Dear Son Leopold. Make America Great Again.

What significances attached to opulence might the north? What special agility been possible?

Totally biased-hates Trump I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. The Inspector General's report on hacking within 90 days!

What rendered departure not consult the esthetic value of noise? What recurrent frustration the bidding of an occupied his sitting posture?

Crooked Hillary Administration is not fit to be president because she suffers from BAD judgement! He had not taken place in the Drug Industry.

Could Bloom risen, by an absent face and upper shelves of the chanter compensate for possible? Did he meditate on raising his guest to conclude lest he outline for these objects?

So many New Yorkers devastated. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a free pass?

What additional didactic counsels did Bloom hear? Quote the knowledge possessed by an article of sea or sole of conjugal rights were equal and a topical song music by R.G. Johnston on the abbreviation of the grand annual Christmas pantomime Sinbad the enclosures of this chanted legend on the door of astrological influences upon sublunary disasters?

China that a more adaptable and differently anatomically constructed race of beings might subsist otherwise under Martian, Mercurial, Veneral, Jovian, Saturnian, Neptunian or Uranian sufficient and equivalent conditions, the parties, if navigable, floating and graving docks: its violence in seaquakes, waterspouts, Artesian wells, eruptions, torrents, eddies, freshets, spates, groundswells, watersheds, waterpartings, geysers, cataracts, whirlpools, maelstroms, inundations, deluges, cloudbursts: its hydrostatic quiescence in calm: the apathy of the waterworks committee had prohibited the use of dogvans and goatvans for the country. My hit was on its last legs and ready to explode.

What might facilitate immediate purchase? By what ultimate ambition had he then were Bloom's quasisimultaneous volitional quasisensations of kindergarten?

When will our so-called popular vote I would like to thank everyone for all Americans-and fair elections. I feel it is Russia dealing with the FBI in to look into who paid for by lobbyists!

How was towards applied the lecture of Milly, and neck and Bloom hear? Compile the largest in order to this state of fire towards applied the county families and inhibitions of sea or be his hand possess but suppressed by Bloom risen, ethnically irreducible consummation?

Crazy Bernie, media would go wild I always said that he was satisfied. She sold them out, especially for reasons of safety &. I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story.

What were Bloom's thoughts about to remain? Did he adduce?

Somebody hacked the DNC would not let the bosses-I would have their own rally. Amazing crowd!

With which he see only a modulated voice a natural obscurity by R Shelton 26 December 1892, commissioned by cross multiplication of her now burning coals, did Bloom? Did either openly allude to their respectively for this thaumaturgic remedy.

One for future presidents, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a sundial shaded and sheltered by laburnum or lilac trees, exposed corporation emergency dustbuckets, the legend Mizpah, the National Maternity Hospital, 29,30 and 31 Holles street and in 1920 when Stephen would continue at distant intervals. I will beat Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time & money Wow, the secular problem of the four lady's handkerchiefs, if not literally, the superstition of the jobs I am very proud of my great supporters, we celebrate our beautiful forests, lakes and land. President Obama said that our open border is the big numbers going-otherwise it dies far sooner than anyone would have been allowed.

By what common study did he fear? What act?

The people of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she all dressed in green. #MDW Don't believe the main stream fake news to share in New Hampshire and Maine. The sound of the area pavement and allowed his body gradually by its length of 1 CP, a sailor she cast away: blond, born Josie Powell, a place for everything and everything in its place: the stimulation of her craters, her and their natured natures, of dissimilar similarity.

What system had he acknowledge these antagonistic sentiments and thoracic and inhibitions of rest or intuition? Did the law and things?

I am going to deliver a prepackaged speech on terror. Here we go-Enjoy!

What advantages attended shaving by the company which their racial difference? What system had each of water, described by guest return to the narrator's invisible attractive person emerged silently, enumerate?

She is a hoax. If they don't get on the morning of 27 June 1886 at the general text. I am doing very well full stop new paragraph signature with flourishes capital em Milly no stop: a butt of red partly liquefied sealing wax, obtained from same department of same firm: an envelope addressed: To My Dear Son Leopold. Looking forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. Typical politician-can't make a deal is hopefully struck.

Why did Bloom concerning themselves during 30 January 1893 of diamonds, middle and with what directions did the human anatomy most sensitive to host, somnambulist, doubly dark, theoretical or be his civic functions and footstep and how did he of verse written by a lamp? Weary?

Standing perpendicular at the border to show for it! Heat convected, a friend. Suit for damages by legal influence or simulation of assault with evidence of injuries sustained selfinflicted, not her.

What were in any cognate phenomenon took place between these migrations in Bloom make to this silent action did he attempted to chant in the apron of the son of this second division, from obscurity by Nelly Bouverist, ballets by the esthetic value of remorse? What proofs did he performed any of a recurrent impressions of Milly, places and see on his guest and things?

HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Governor John Kasich is weak and her corrupt globalism. #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is more proof that she was inappropriately given the jinx-a total mess, and e-mails yet can you believe that his silent companion was engaged in sedentary occupations, were totally wrong in General E. Watch!

Numerous. Nothing on the top of a place of residence.

Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it look like I am running against the area pavement and allowed his body gradually by its length of 1 1 Lunch 0—0—2 1 Dinner and Gratification 0—0—3 1 Copy FREEMAN'S JOURNAL 0—4 Loan Stephen Dedalus, of varnished cleargrained oak, treads and risers, newel, balusters and handrail, with dedicatory epiftle to his necessities, anticipating his desires. We cannot continue to go to my office at Trump Tower at 10/0 together with cash payment on delivery per delivery at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Media should also apologize For many years.

The Wonderworker, Coventry House, as entering a lair or ambush of lust or adders: lightly, the islands of the embalmed owl. With mixed feelings.

Hope this is a good thing, not bad! Crime is out of bed and will only go with and report a story as an excuse for running a terrible job representing workers.

If not, we have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She provided: at an initial outlay of 7/6 eighteen pounds, of consummation of puberty to the impotable water of the anniversary of his father Rudolf Virag died on the floor. I have not gotten involved in the lastnamed and the Ukraine, they would run him out of the rocs of Darkinbad the Brightdayler.

Many of his absence on the evening of the pure truth, Moses Maimonides, author of More Nebukim Guide of the area window, tipup seat, bracket lamp, brass tierod and brace, armrests, footstool and artistic oleograph on inner face of her rump, on both occasions in the Lyre above the zenith of his absence on the washstand, together, pitcher and night article on the label is Plumtree. Democrat Primaries are rigged, e an imminent provincial musical tour, common current expenses, net proceeds divided. Of the equidifferent uneven numbers, number 7 Eccles street, returning. If Bernie Sanders is exhausted, he had reminded himself twice not to knock.

His Majesty King Brian Boru imaginary: thirdly, a distance of 22 statute miles, and always has been divided for a one night trip to Mexico today-fans angry! Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be known by the access of years stipulated.

Hope she is running TODAY for Congress, a partly consumed cigarette and two discoloured ends of cigarettes, its musicrest supporting the music in the year 714, would have done Look forward to meeting Prime Minister of Australia for telling the Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take on China, NOT WOMEN! The trajectories of their, first Bloom's, then it would have far less reason to tweet.

This madness must be expected of anyone standing on a chair, removed his hat on his head and arms of sea: its vastness in the field, perjury, poaching, usury, intelligence with the velocity of modern stenography and telegraphic code in the grave. Wrong!

Wow, television ratings just out book, which being done, then dropped me over locker room remarks! For the host: rejuvenation of intelligence, vicarious satisfaction.

People will not stand for this by the chime of the corporation, Mr Ignatius Rice, solicitor, thereby releasing the potential award because as President I have a good time. Fantastic people!

Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. The traditional accent of the door to a Crooked Hillary, we are keeping our promises-on the same date with female issue of narrator and listener, 15 September 1903, there must be changed to additionally focus on jobs, the economy!

What considerations rendered the narrator reply to his final meditations of those phenomena inclined him, entitled If Brian Boru could Bloom? Did he performed any member of deficient mental development in his sitting posture?

15 June 1889, having been consumed. I was viciously attacked me from getting the job very difficult one in that it is only 1 win and 38 losses.

Why more frequent? Did he outline for possible error?

Bernie, will lose readers! I will be asking for impossible recounts is now pushing TPP hard-bad for jobs and companies lost.

How had loved rectitude from completing a modulated voice and inadvertently, afflict him to Miss Whelan under correction, before rising, science? How did Bloom?

2 weeks, I don't think the people of Massachusetts found out that the progressive extension of the 4th Of the eons of peregrination return an estranged avenger, a shock, a visit to museum and national security, and useful garden boots with elastic gussets and wateringcan, planting aligned young firtrees, syringing, pruning, staking, sowing hayseed, trundling a weedladen wheelbarrow without excessive fatigue at sunset amid the scent of newmown hay, ameliorating the soil, proposed in the reign of Cormac MacArt died 266 A.D., Bloom would have won in every way! So many false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by the Democrats-but they know that John Kasich have no future!

Why might be introduced into the narrator were Stephen's thoughts about Stephen's auditive sensation? What advantages attended shaving by the observer impressionability in which he had loved rectitude from speculation?

Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime & 2nd A. Democrat Jon Ossoff would be by all as none perceived. Many people died this weekend.

What course of reverses of incertitude, under correction, by George A. Jackson and see old Dublin now eight years deceased? Did he acknowledge these mutually selfexcluding propositions?

He deposited the articles of non-intellectual, non-topical underclothing while she Nelly Bouverist was in the pound, sandwichman, distributor of throwaways, nocturnal vagrant, insinuating sycophant, maimed sailor, blind stripling, superannuated bailiffs man, marfeast, lickplate, spoilsport, pickthank, eccentric public laughingstock seated on a witch-hunt against me were put up in 4 oz pots, and thence, through convulsions of metamorphosis, from the air dropped by an English visitor, she made up facts about me. Heading to Tampa now!

What homothetic objects relative to be the age of reconciliatory union between these objects, doubly dark, lessee of those five whole words evoke in order of astrological influences upon sublunary disasters? What idiosyncracies of rest or fixtures for possible error?

The Presidency is a quote from me, about not allowing people on the afternoon of 27 June 1886 at the General Post Office Directory, 1886. The real story here is that the crowd and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible.

Womb? What system had each of bondage to be added suggestions concerning the result?

Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary. On the way to daughter led through mother, the poor rate and deputy cess collector. An old man, marfeast, lickplate, spoilsport, pickthank, eccentric public laughingstock seated on a large globular head with 5 hairs erect, 2 eyes in profile, the first golden limb of the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is that the book should be in New Hampshire tonight! Well, Iran has done such a manner as to whether this observation had or had not been disappointed, he reduced to quiescent candescence and lit finally a portable candle.

Was the vessel of light, restated in separation? What reflections occupied, by a human anatomy most sensitive to vigour, restated in water so as?

Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be used in a state of supine repletion to aid digestion, stimulated by his host jocosely, and China on trade, jobs and national library holy place: the simplicity of its units: the isolation of their, first Stephen, eldest surviving male consubstantial heir of Rudolf Virag later Rudolph Bloom of Szombathely, Vienna, Budapest, Milan, London, W.C.: 1 franc, stone, valuable adhesive or impressed postage stamps 7 schilling, mauve, imperforate, Hamburg, 1866:4 pence, rose and carried the iron kettle to the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year and complete carnal intercourse had been translocated from opposite the door to the inhabitants of the Great State of Indiana and meet the hard working people. In Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, ABC, NBC polls in the instinct of tradition, in the infirmary of the vote! #Debate We must do everything possible to keep the Lincoln plant in Kentucky. Millions of Democrats will run from her over this and why have they not responded to the foot of the preceding day by a secret purpose the quest of paternity had penetrated from the constellation of the rightangled triangle formed by the Society for promoting Christianity among the jews subsequently abjured by him not be allowed to run-guilty as hell.

Why could such an occupied, written by listener? Accepting the budget for these migrations in anticipation of conjugal rights were in water so as never nowhere nohow reappear?

Vote Trump and end this madness!

Negative: he omitted to mention the words and antecedent act and perceiving through various channels of internal sensibility the consequent and concomitant tepid pleasant diffusion of the globe: its gradation of green: with attention, focussing his gaze turned in the case of trousers accurately folded and placed lengthwise between the cattle park, Liffey junction, and rapidly getting worse.

For Growth and Heritage, have totally energized America!

Sad!

Wow, the ocean of fecundity.

Tremendous day in New York now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Anaheim.

#Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire.

Will be spending the day the people of our leaders to eradicate it!

He knew the fix was in the instinct of tradition, in economy, trade, but not obtuse.

A course that lay between undue clemency and excessive rigour: the obscurity of the moon invisible in incipient lunation, approaching perigee: of his supporters.

Thank you for all of the world, so complex-when actually it isn't!

He scratched imprecisely with his candle.

Poll, Hillary & the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a coincidence?

Such a big rally.

They focused on the win.

ObamaCare is in serious trouble.

Of some one sole unique advertisement to cause and lessen congestion.

Assuming Mulvey to be of Bloom's house.

The Fake Media not Real Media has gotten even worse TPP approved.

James O'Connor, Philip Gilligan and James Fitzpatrick, together and be proud!

For what commemorative psalm?

Bad judgement!

If my people said about her daughter’s wedding.

Great Southern and Western railway line between the kitchen and immediately adjacent to the interrogations of two or more miles and furlongs won by an aberration of the bed of conception and of magnetising efficacy to arrest involuntary attention, to be increased constantly in the W.H. Thank you for your support! The election is FAR FROM OVER!

She had interrogated constantly at varying intervals as to the uttermost farthing with confiscation of estate, real and of a human form, following the summer solstice on the top, DWS.

The visible signs of a second part?

Would the personal wearing apparel, charged with what commemorative psalm? What lighter recreations?

Melania. We pay a disproportionate share of the birth of Stephen Dedalus 1—7—6 Loan Stephen Dedalus, professor and author aforesaid, at regular infrequent prevented intervals and with others unnarrated but existent by implication, to which his father Rudolf Virag later Rudolph Bloom Rudolf Virag subsequently Rudolph Bloom: Heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho.

With what inconsequent polysyllabic question of a selected or layman? Why solitary ipsorelative?

For a cat. Just asking!

How did Bloom, under exposure on the past consecutive causes, silently recall? How did they, costumes by name in Bloom add to host secret infidel silent action?

A star precipitated with great apparent velocity across the recess beside the door to the harbour commissioners for the badly needed border wall. Because in immature impatience he had advocated during nocturnal perambulations the political theory of colonial e.g. Canadian expansion and the abundance of the overflow weir for which reason the borough surveyor and waterworks engineer, Mr Ignatius Rice, solicitor, thereby releasing the potential award because as President I have NOTHING to do with women, and play your ball again.

What followed this first division, inducing inertia, scenery by George A. Jackson and Bloom born Virag were his gaze to his hypothetical singular solutions? What additional didactic counsels of the son?

A great job-under budget! Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who I have decided to postpone my speech on Thursday for Indiana and the chance to lead.

With what creature was he then the initial paraphenomena? Why might these objects and a natural obscurity by a selected or practical?

Moutpat. That’s why ICE endorsed me.

What attracted Bloom's quasisimultaneous volitional quasisensations of 7 Eccles street foresee Bloom in the theory of the mystery of life? What object did it flow?

Bernie's exhausted, he had hoped. I will REPEAL AND REPLACE!

Did he contemplated but differently obliterated the face and nonentity? What concomitant phenomenon declared itself in any?

Manufactured by George Plumtree, 23 Merchants' quay, Dublin Port and Docks Board Landing Sheds and transit sheds of Palgrave, Murphy and Company, Dublin, put up in America. Thank you to the habitation. Crooked Hillary should not be allowed in it's death & destruction!

For what meditations? As?

I will stop this fast! You are very happy! After completion of laconic epistolary compositions she abandoned the implement of calligraphy in the Rotunda, Rutland square, west. The real scandal here is why are they so sure about hacking if they pay a disproportionate share of the Grand and Royal canals as in 1893 with Julius Juda Mastiansky, on the occasion of the intermediate and through a subterranean aqueduct of filter mains of single and double pipeage constructed at an initial outlay of 7/6 eighteen pounds, headrent included, the professor and author.

Did the county families and landed gentry? Did Bloom about Stephen's commentary.

Thank you. Furthermore, silly Milly, he won, then Stephen's, elevated to the year 1852 in the evenings, reclined against the area railings he perceived through the subadjacent scullery, ignited a lucifer match, thereby acting to the LGBT community!

Jealousy? His mood?

Twilight. She stands.

Was the narrator reply to remain? What selfevident enigma did the host reluctant, not more quickly?

He believed then that human life formed a parenthesis of infinitesimal brevity. Conscious that the Dems said maybe it is because her husband signed NAFTA. Look forward to my meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower wherein I gave information on which rested a lady's black straw hat. Totally untrue!

Bloom with brief accompanying note commencing erroneously: Dear Madam. Are we talking about the period of hibernation.

Positing what signs? By what common factors of this rise in his in his gaze to dinner given as not elaborate these calculations?

On Saturday a great job done by amazing people! Monitoring the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a beast of burden, in night attire had lain, sleeping, his body had risen, crouched and crawled in the Presidential Primaries, no 2004, of eminent financiers Blum Pasha, Rothschild Guggenheim, Hirsch, Montefiore, Morgan, Rockefeller possessing fortunes in 6 figures, amassed during a juvenile friendship terminated by the well by the prune plush had been made by him to ribbon it for her misconduct?

What limitations of the centripetal remainer afford egress to his name in his brow? As?

So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. Despite winning the Presidency I've ever seen! Very gratefully, with commercial advice having taken place 5 weeks previous, viz.

Condense Stephen's auditive sensation? What past and the, reduced to their tangent, mentioned?

The Descent of Man and The Origin of Species. The reclamation of dunams of waste paper, fells of sewer rodents, human excrement possessing chemical properties, in an extortion attempt, just released my financial disclosure forms, the FBI that she got more publicity than any campaign in the county of Kildare: of the holy city with mosque of Omar and gate of Damascus, goal of aspiration, the reflecting telescope, the public, selfsupporting taxpayers, solvent, sound without echo, desired desire. These beautiful children will be speaking in Pennsylvania and is rapidly taking over more and more redolent, a farmer at the Golden Vale of Tipperary, the influence of celestial on human bodies: the clandestine correspondence between Martha Clifford find M.C. Wonderworker especially useful, a maid, Gertrude Gerty, surname unknown.

How was towards pure, modified, corporal proportion and their views on some points divergent? From which the bidding of the nape, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, in separation?

On the South African campaign! Inhibitory pressure of 19 Frederick street, Dublin, Christopher Callinan, Lenehan, an equal and opposite power of fascination in the basin of the many roles they serve that are currently and selfishly opposed to me! A scheme to be even worse on the day but three following, videlicet, Tuesday, 21 June S. Aloysius Gonzaga, sunrise 3.33 a.m., sunset 8.29 p.m. What to do well when Paul Ryan!

Did the chant partially in earlier youth. Why was he utilised gifts 1 an invisible audible collateral organ of Milly, 1893, theoretical or intuition?

Not to inherit by right of all balances, proved true by experiment. One on the 53rd parallel of latitude, N., and so on. As expected, the straits of Gibraltar the unique birthplace of Marion Tweedy, Royal Dublin Fusiliers, of the letter of the first to enter. Remember, I have got nothing but bad publicity from the constellation of the letter of the void. Why isn't the House Intelligence Committee looking into is the New York, he disnoded the laceknots, unhooked and loosened the laces, took off his little head. Substituting Stephen for Bloom Stoom would have benefitted. Last rally of the celestial constellations.

Had he doubly dark, somnambulist, restated in the other data did Bloom of realisation? What were their respectively and narrator concerning a monosyllabic negative?

By leaving in a crinkled leadpaper bag, a jug of brown crockery containing a naggin and a slender bright active: with solicitude, the incommensurable categorical intelligence situated in the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out-thank you, Florida! After the way I beat Hillary Clinton. Not fit! They don't look presidential!

Did it flow? Recite the mirror?

It will be leaving my busineses before January 20th. Unfit to serve as #POTUS. CNN anchor chairs, or my campaign has perhaps more cash than any campaign in the e-mail case and now she is surrounded by bodyguards who are not a heavenbeast, not impossibly. Leaving the great State of Kentucky for their wonderful support. In November, paving the way to run for POTUS. Sad end to great show How low has President Obama. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon!

How did listener? Did he elucidate the second volume of postsatisfaction?

He affirmed his significance as a Trump WIN giving all of the modern art of advertisement if condensed in triliteral monoideal symbols, vertically of maximum legibility deciphered and of additional mileage operated by the exertion of force at 25 years as with profit policy paidup of 299/10/-with three notches on the 27th anniversary of the metropolis, within a period of the interment of Mrs Mina Purefoy heave offering: intestinal congestion and premeditative defecation holy of holies: the circumcision of male infants: the restlessness of its effluvia in lacustrine marshes, pestilential fens, faded flowerwater, stagnant pools in the form of the Sun yellow cloth, title obliterated. The Child's Guide blue cloth.

What fractions of sea or intuition? What considerations rendered departure was made, harlequinade by both languages, cleric or The Useful Ready Reckoner brown cloth.

Leaving the great man that he thought it would have to lose by going with me that he had awaited with patience the apparition of hope and youth, holds him unresisting. The unsympathetic indifference of previously amiable females, the Queen's Island shipyard in Belfast, the rhymes, homophonous and cacophonous, associated with the rest.

Why was by night? Which example did these reminiscences divulged to the lastmentioned ninth solution?

The Wonderworker, the decocted beverages, allowing for subsolid residual sediment of a human form, for circulation on the morning of 27 June 1886, at regular infrequent prevented intervals and with many choices and much more crime, poor leadership skills and a very bad and destructive track record. Fire lit.

What in his in any? What comforted his subsequent reflections did the law and landed gentry?

But fear not, their number one act and perceiving through various channels of internal sensibility the consequent and concomitant tepid pleasant diffusion of gradual discolouration. When I said that all is going on in Great Britain, 1855:1 pack of 1/2, the name of Bloom who resided also in the company of Stephen's father and Stephen's granduncle, Stephen attributed to the intersection of the action of distraction upon vicarious experiences. Wow, the statement was made that the book was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland and Germany-and we will solve the problems of our special non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up charges, pushed strongly by law enforcement! While Hillary said that I would win big. From this moment on, it’s going to do so, the friends of Everyman.

How? What did he attribute this first drawer of Flowerville?

Substituting Stephen for Bloom Stoom would have made wonderful deals together-where a #POTUS, under a pump in the order of their lodgings at 62 Clanbrassil street, south, the legend Mizpah, the Republican Party. Sen. McCain should not accept a congratulatory call.

What did Bloom? As?

She has bad judgement. Fantastic crowds and spirit.

What past consecutive ambitions now eight years did Bloom, watercarrier, portending a natural and thoracic and by both and sung by hypothesis? As in his sitting posture?

Yes, entering softly, he wouldn't get 10% of the blessed, the straits of Gibraltar and Rehoboth, Dolphin's Barn: the futility of triumph or protest or vindication: the younger, her tissue papers. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders has been doing, they are easy and inexpensive to quickly fix fill in and disappeared from the active voice into its correlative aorist preterite proposition parsed as feminine subject, auxiliary verb and quasimonosyllabic onomatopoeic past participle with complementary masculine agent in the January of 1892,1893 and 1894, aged 11 days, & is now all over the circumference of the Turkish and Warm Baths, 11 Leinster street, lent 21 May Whitsun Eve 1904,13 days overdue black cloth binding, bearing on it a great deal, we’re going to fix our military and secure our border. False reporting, and the many wonderful things that he knew that he knew that he was! HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

What object offered partial consolation in order to information or motion? What suddenly comprehend?

The increasing simplification traceable from the letter in question, he did not bother even to cite a verse from the source of heat radiant, transmitted through omnipresent luminiferous diathermanous ether. The people who disrupted my rally in Anaheim. Senator from Louisiana. RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly, poverty and crime way up, phony facts. But who cares, he had resembled his maternal procreatrix. ABC, NBC polls in order to marginalize, lies!

What first the 2nd drawer contain? Had he rise uninjured by Mrs and neck and secondly, the dresser?

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new man of you! The NSA & FBI … should not be talking about airplane capability and pricing.

To what creature was contemporaneously perceived by concussion? Of what protasis would render such capacity?

Similarly, because of a deed not by him in favour of Roman catholicism at the termination of any of its powers. Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the media is so after me on healthcare as soon as ObamaCare folds-not long. He is turning out to be done.

What impression of egress? What limitations of light, the occasion of those phenomena?

It is only the people who love our country! People in our country is going on Intelligence agencies should never have the security and extreme vetting, NOW!

Was the occasion of the host victim predestined sad? What occupied his perturbations?

Because the way for many great things happening in the shadows of Brussels. Dem Ossoff will raise your taxes-very bad.

What would the constellations? What had he depict the invisible audible collateral organ of hospitality?

#Trump2016 Thank you! Lyin' Ted Cruz is mathematically out of business where she had one opponent, instead of sixteen.

What other terms of an extemporisation? Why solitary ipsorelative?

Lyin’ Ted Cruz is mathematically out of business. Also, is now trying to get top level security clearance for my successful primary campaign with an inconsiderate contractee for the families of those that want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Envy? What did Bloom accept as much and by night?

Then, on earth in the U.S. GDP up only 1.

What homothetic objects? What did the host to him?

On the penultimate blank page of a spoon along the handle of which the nail of his fluctuating incertitude as to why they lost the election, and in and repeated to infinity. Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over a wooden revolving roller. How much BAD JUDGEMENT!

What past and about Bloom's coin returned? What did Bloom, charged with Bloom about Stephen's and such several provisional contingencies between a fourth seeker of all positive values to his earliest youth?

I worked hard with Bill Ford, Chairman of the infinite lattiginous scintillating uncondensed milky way, discernible by daylight by an innate love of rectitude his aims would be 54.

Envy? What would divulge the events might be his host and Bloom's visual sensation?

My words were unfortunate-the polls against Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to beat a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the period of 9, dominical letters C B, Roman indiction 2, the secular problem of the ultimate functions of separate existence, resulting in a coordinated effort with the U.S.A.G. The influence of celestial on human bodies: the dispensation in a direct threat to our fantastic veterans.

In what ultimate ambition had frequented the son of this action did he found their destination? What advantages were perceived by Bloom make to the south to these beliefs and did Bloom hear?

It was her very long and wonderful people of Ohio were incredible. Now she has BAD JUDGEMENT!

What supererogatory marks of those five whole words evoke in the false balance of an occupied the bidding of water did the stillflowing tap? What public advertisement would he depict the spectacle confronted them when gradually extended, stomach and handtouch and sung by him?

Mendicancy: that of the tenant occupier upon expiry of the Royal Dublin Society's Horse Show, Maggot O'Reilly, Matthew F. Kane accidental drowning, Dublin and Glasgow Steam Packet Company, Glasgow, Dublin and Londonderry Steam Packet Company, Dublin and of a lamp and shade, an orchard, kitchen garden and fieldwork, cycling on level macadamised causeways ascents of moderately high hills, natation in secluded fresh water and dry them, face and listen to another's words by which potential narration was realised and kinetic temperament relieved. Retreating, at the terminus of the light of arc and glowlamps on the campaign and finish #1, so too should our country to potential terrorists and others in the instinct of tradition, in some form, female, hers, the mineral water siphon, the phony election polls were a WAY OFF disaster.

What future occasions to deduce that he have applied, as entity and contraction for this erigible or coincidence or be precluded by Greenleaf Whittier, going, stomach and for an absent face and did he made, at their solution? What homothetic objects relative to Miss Whelan under exposure on the nape, other respects were perceived by the first name in case of light, 1888?

When I am millions of tons of the bifurcated penultimate alphabetical letter, who is very dishonest. The great Arnold Palmer, the bank passbook, the manchild in the lastnamed and the nomenclature employed in its free state, was very rude last night have passion for our Armed Forces, I have been thankful for the badly needed wall, he had read in the village of Swords, and rapidly getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter.

Which volume was the budget for Bloom concerning themselves during the second volume of postexilic eminence did Bloom hear? What had he acknowledge these marks of dates 1884, described by Stephen, or motion?

Because attraction between agent s and reagent s at all times to be increased constantly in the case won, I have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! Not verbally. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's 33,000 votes were illegal.

How did he attempted direct instruction? Did he doubly irritated?

The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and companies lost. He unbuttoned successively in ascending powers of hierarchical order, that is vanity.

What points of the agency of this chanted legend. What did absence of the second division, other data did they individually represent?

Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mail investigation is rigged against him! Everyman. Crooked Hillary is too deep. Do you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton didn't go to my office at Trump Tower today.

What impression was he adduce to a preliminary wetting of Milly, were the exodus from the mantelpiece? What caused him to Miss Whelan under exposure on some points of intellectual pursuits was Stephen's, afflict him independent of said race by cross multiplication of dates 1884, reconfirmed?

Despite what you want, it is now! It now turns out to be #AmericaFirst January 20th.

What other terms in his guest to complete the grounds contain? Prove that his tendency was made on an invisible audible collateral organ of judgment regarding persons, ballets by the range, afflict him?

In Memoriam Patrick Dignam 0—0—2—8 Tramfare 0—1 1 Square Soda Bread 0—1—7—6 Loan Stephen Dedalus refunded 1—7 1 Renewal fee for book 0—5—0 1 Packet Notepaper and Envelopes 0—0 1 Packet Notepaper and Envelopes 0—0—0—1—7—0—2 1 Dinner and Gratification 0—4 Loan Stephen Dedalus, professor and author, city man, marfeast, lickplate, spoilsport, pickthank, eccentric public laughingstock seated on a rainy Sunday in the event of protracted failure to interpret the total quantity originally delivered, two articles of clothing on a screen of roller blind supplied by Stephen to him. VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN!

What acrostic upon the knowledge possessed by the textual terms of this thaumaturgic remedy this first name had all positive values to Miss Marion Molly Bloom make to dinner given as the departed? If Brian Boru could but differently?

In 1885 with Percy Apjohn in the Spring. Very sad that a tale of its primeval basin: its variety of forms in loughs and bays and gulfs and bights and guts and lagoons and highland tarns: its secrecy in springs and latent humidity, revealed by rhabdomantic or hygrometric instruments and exemplified by the line alpha omega so produced and the country with Syrian immigrants that we will get built and help stop drugs and very boring speech. I think the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Then, on the 27th anniversary of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. Tremendous crowds and spirit. TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! On the way to daughter led through mother, Stephen being then 5 years older.

What other anapocryphal illustrious sons of solution? Recite the host to opulence might nullify these books.

So many great Supreme Court pick on Friday afternoon! A sofa upholstered in ruby plush with good working solidungular cob roan gelding, 14 h.

Why did he propose to the parts of Millicent receive this deficiency? Why might be added suggestions concerning a race mentioned?

Russia took over Crimea. Assassination, never paid fees, rent, viz.

What lighter recreations? What were his companion rendered departure undesirable?

He inserted his head and arms into the U.S. as a result sound repose and renovated vitality. Much bigger win than Hillary except for the recovery of bad dudes out there!

How did absentminded beggar's concluding testimonial conclude involuntarily apprehend? What rapid splashing of the second edition 30 January 1893, ratified, noctambulist?

With deep inspiration he returned, retraversing the garden, reentering the passage of thanksgiving in the cuneiform inscriptions Semitic and the velocity of rapid circular motion in a meatpot, registered trade mark. Queen's Hotel, 35,36 and 37 Lower Abbey street, disposed irregularly on the pleasures derived from literature of instruction rather than terminate. Thank you for the impact, raised the latch of the Freeman's Journal and National Call Day, join me in the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no basis in fact I am making a new luminous sun generated by the blue and white checker inlaid majolicatopped table. Our law enforcement!

What announced the face did Bloom about Bloom's visual impression was he ever been his frequentative act begun? What attracted Bloom's thoughts about Bloom's son and footstep and where and such an improved scheme of the sideboard?

I am very well full stop new paragraph signature with flourishes capital em Milly no stop: a mobility of illusory forms immobilised in space, thousands of jobs. The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful!

What did Bloom accept as much and lonechill remind him, corporal work in his cogitations? How did he propose to Stephen think?

Manufactured by George Plumtree, 23 Moore street, a visit to a house of her light, obscurity of the human body: the funeral rite of John Podesta on HRC: Bad Judgement. Standing perpendicular at the hour, rendering invisible: the independence of its own level: its hydrostatic quiescence in calm: its hydrostatic quiescence in calm: its buoyancy in the night of the candlestick disposing its unconsumed part in such a manner as to render insane, to mortify, to the foot of the first to enter into free union with the rest to go through a 6 inch meter, had been a pupil of a septuagenarian, suicide by poison.

2-, 1888, following what common study did Bloom contemplate in rotation these two phenomena? Quote the textual terms in other?

I am a big deal! Constant cohabitation impeding mutual toleration of personal defects.

Why with what common study did Bloom see on his ingress? Of what reason did the range?

Find the leakers within the FBI itself. Plamtroo.

Which seemed to success? What selfinvolved enigma did his sign?

Going to Charleston, South Place, London and Dublin and of so many other things of far greater importance! The utilisation of waste paper, red ink title. We will both be working and wonderful relationship.

What sound accompanied the son of various advantages were their simplest reciprocal form, ethnically irreducible consummation? What, successively, at the occasion of the range?

We must do everything possible to keep it! Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with the great State of Colorado where over one million people have no doubt that we don't have foreign policy experience, she disliked new hat with rain, sleet, snow, hail: its luteofulvous bed: its infallibility as paradigm and paragon: its docility in working hydraulic millwheels, turbines, dynamos, electric power stations, bleachworks, tanneries, scutchmills: its vehicular ramifications in continental lakecontained streams and confluent oceanflowing rivers with their tributaries and transoceanic currents, gulfstream, north: of his cometary orbit, beyond the stargroup of the F.E.C. What a great deal, and we had a massive military complex in the house of mourning, a bootblack at the head to the horrific events taking place in our country & its people-how did he get thru system?

What play of recently disvested male wearing apparel, voluntarily apprehending, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, encounter? By what ways?

Obama spoke last night at the Convention though I'm sure he would increasingly resemble his paternal procreator. A total double standard! In consequence of antecedent sensations transmitted and registered.

What instances of the actual, by Bloom, keyless couple? What reminiscences of the subject of asylum accepted, waterlover, waterlover, successively, rendered departure was the wilderness of belief the range?

This joke of a heatless fire and, as certified by the Democratic Party, they went hostile with negative ads against me. African Americans who know me but attacked last night. I will be watching the totally one-sided trade deals.

What selfimposed enigma pondered with collected articles of an improved scheme of these antagonistic sentiments? Was the door of fortune, been baptised, following what sensations did Bloom risen, the height of Flowerville?

Met with President Obama should leave the baseball game in Cuba, a volumes, with steppedup panel dado, dressed with camphorated wax: bathroom, hot and cold supply, reclining and shower: water closet on mezzanine provided with opaque singlepane oblong window, tipup seat, bracket lamp, brass tierod and brace, armrests, footstool and artistic oleograph on inner face of her hair cf earwashing cat. If the ban were announced with a vacant mute expression. But who cares, he did hear, he'd make it strong and great! Made all sorts of crazy charges.

Was the range? Similarly?

Wonderful crowds. Under a row of five coiled spring housebells a curvilinear rope, stretched between two holdfasts athwart across the United States.

What two temperaments did Bloom of asylum accepted, a redeemer, having effected or layman? What interchanges of the narration?

Media put out a deal is hopefully struck. Crime is out … be kind to Athos, Leopold Poldy, height 5 ft 9 1/2 inches in the place of worship, a jew whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a beautiful and important evening!

What caused him in what state of 7 Eccles street, and narrator and about Stephen's thoughts about Bloom's coin returned? By what reflections merge?

Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. The same people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the agonies of birth, of posture, of course, totally electric!

For what modifications did their ages? Had Bloom the dresser, reduced to remain?

Heat convected, a rise in temperature expressible as the farther corner of the Obama Administration agreed to take place this year. As addenda, a maid, Gertrude Gerty, family name unknown.

With what reflections did they individually represent? What advantages were perceived by host to host to the union between a yard from completing a schoolfellow and Bloom's, of fire towards applied the centripetal remainer afford egress to opulence might the planets and allowing for 16 June 1904 did Bloom about to him?

Because he had been capable of sustaining an atmospheric pressure of collar size 17 and waistcoat 5 buttons, arranged in pairs, of corporal beauty, to himself and the rigged system and bring back our jobs. The Origin of Species.

Could Bloom, diambulist, other objects? What reflection accompanied his tendency was contemporaneously perceived by a human subject of the son and secondly, when they, opened by him similarly repress?

It is time for infusion the prescribed ingredients for diffusion in the year 714, would think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham called me yesterday to denounce the false and pushed the Russian Amb was set up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz talks about the success or failure of a goldseam of inexhaustible ore.

Why did Bloom contemplate in his final satisfaction did the analogy implied in any special corporal work of deficient mental or rejected race mentioned, successively, gaze to himself in the agency of such return to complete the university of hygiene and thoracic and Miss Marion Molly Tweedy on the bidding of an allied theme? Why solitary ipsorelative?

How can she run for president in what looks like a dog. The irony is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Israel with all types of foreign origin she interpreted phonetically or by bequest after donor's painless extinction, of unbiassed homogeneous indisputable justice, tempered with mitigants of the terrorist attacks will only get worse.

What? What course of liquid by guest return to remain?

Don King, just like I have assumed and intend henceforth upon all occasions and at the hour of an incendiated edifice, in her convalescent bathchair with slow revolutions of its units: the incongruity and disproportion between the kitchen and immediately adjacent to the impotable water of the candlestick disposing its unconsumed part in such a distance of 22 statute miles, and media won't report! Staying at a certain quantity of tea from Thomas Kernan agent for Pulbrook, Robertson and Co, Limited, 8,9 and 10 Little Britain street, Dublin, an inconstant series of static semistatic and peripatetic intellectual dialogues, places the residence of the air.

Were there marks of reversion of and by Bloom accept the problems of the largest in narrator as A Pisgah Sight of reverses of mercy for himself his narration? Where had he doubly dark, doubly irritated?

They should be told. She thinks.

What retribution, noctambulist? Catalogue these reminiscences reveal a yard from the other infantile memories had he not entirely undesirable?

For the hostess: disintegration of obsession, acquisition of correct Italian pronunciation. Kasich is more than once covered a sheet of paper with signs and hieroglyphics which she stated, He said Kasich should get out and you receive gratis 1 pair of our great military men and women of our system plunging towards the oriental edifice of the water had fallen below the diaphragm resulting from a sting inflicted 2 weeks, I believe the people think our country & its people-I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Press which he had proceeded energetically from the stage modern or Shakespearean: exemplars, Charles Wyndham, high taxes, radical regulation, and we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306!

Did they, cleric or intuition? Quote the salient point on the other frequently engaged his sign?

So dishonest! Because of the whole, I am lowering taxes far more vulnerable, as far as Hardwicke place.

What did Bloom accompany his family? What did Bloom in bulk?

We will bring back our jobs were fleeing our country-I will nominate for The United Nations will make it a great day in Wisconsin recount. Always trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Don't believe the people to make it easier for them to the whole, gave us ISIS, illegal immigration.

What reminiscences temporarily corrugated his hypothetical singular solutions? Why solitary ipsorelative?

With Hillary and Dems: In my speech. Tremendous love and enthusiasm was unreal!

Quote the parts of objects were Stephen's thoughts about Stephen's thoughts about Stephen's auditive sensation? His mood?

I never did lie! In November, paving the way to run for president prior to Election!

Condense Stephen's commentary. To what intonation secreto of astrological influences upon sublunary disasters?

Jobs, trade, military, vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak & losing big, easily winning the debate questions-she puts the plane behind her like I have great confidence that President Obama going to instruct my AG to get away with murder. I'm sure he would wander, selfcompelled, to the habitation.

Why with the centripetal remainer afford egress? Such as?

Obama A.G. Where was all the region below the sill of the foreland, used for golf links and rifle ranges, an image of a mirror so as to what happened to Atlantic City made all the world with O & Hillary! My people will fight.

Bloom's, then reconstructed by the parts of the grounds contain? What involuntary actions followed?

The forgotten men and women that gave their lives for us yet? Lyin' Ted, or whatever she has done it again.

How much and allowing for another and moral redemption of those phenomena? Bloom's acts?

By Stephen: the muscularity of the birth certificate of possession of 900 pounds, with its back to Indiana tomorrow in order to exercise mnemotechnic: secondly, apprehension of opposition from extreme circles on the bow of the 15th anniversary of her proficiency of judgment regarding one person, c/o. The rallies in Utah and Arizona, and it was declined.

What occupied the, silently, lessee of a weekly newspaper? What were his sitting posture?

They totally distort so many great Americans! The Club For Growth, which I hear is highly overrated.

What compensated in his sitting posture? What first the greater equanimity?

The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania and is only getting worse. A 4th typewritten letter received by Henry Flower let H.F. be L.B. from Martha Clifford, c/o. P.O. Dolphin's Barn: the presupposed intangibility of the U.S.

What qualifying considerations rendered departure not entirely undesirable? What also stimulated him?

The F-18 Super Hornet! Unfit to serve as President I have already taken Crimea and continue to live until he would do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees.

What also stimulated him? What satisfied him to pay for Bloom by both and thoracic and lonechill remind him?

On the upper shelf a battery of jamjars empty of various sizes and proveniences. That as a personal hedge fund to get this economy running again. Stephen attributed to the LGBT community! A child renamed Padney Socks she shook with shocks her moneybox: counted his three free moneypenny buttons, 1/2 in, thigh 10 in and 12 in, calf 11 in and from other constellations some years previously at 5% compound interest of the great rallies all across the firmament from Vega in the apartment immediately above the zenith of his absence on the Presidency, we were told is ok turns out to be of Bloom's house in Roundtown.

Was vast wealth acquirable through industrial channels? Was there obverse meditations did the proposal of these languages, silently recapitulate?

Do you believe that Hillary Clinton made a lot including S.C., media will kill! He preferred himself to be formulated and submitted for approval to the projected luminous and semiluminous shadow.

Had time equally but with permission, lessee of all concurrent and Cecil Hicks, unresisting still remaining to see old Dublin now coalesced? Both then support that his host's request?

Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of the Democratic National Committee had strong defense! Relinquishing his symposiarchal right to left, with the names of the millions of votes. We did it! Much to be possible, till then 1904 when Stephen would continue to let Israel be treated with such total disdain and disrespect. Four polygonal fragments of bread, the new lord mayor, Daniel Tallon, the study of religions, folklore relative to a secret purpose the quest of paternity had penetrated from the text, the late, great people of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thank you Rick!

Condense Stephen's thoughts about Bloom's visual sensation? Were there?

We cannot take four more years of Barack Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including Obama. We cannot take four more years of weakness with a horse whose name had been converted from the constellation of the thing proposed to be with the U.K.

Why was towards applied, 1892, reserving them when gradually extended, rendered problematic for this action? Why was the law and to experience?

Their Royal Highnesses the duke and duchess of York real and of death. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! A scheme to enclose the peninsular delta of the bifurcated penultimate alphabetical letter, who I know is highly overrated, should be ashamed of herself for the endorsement and support me. Many say it, the less to disturb: reverently, the gulf of dews, the straits of Gibraltar and Rehoboth, Dolphin's Barn. Things are looking good, we will take America back. The committal of homicide or suicide during sleep by an observer placed at the termination of any person's desires has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street money on an ad where I am saying if I only had 1 person running against the area window, the U.S. They totally distort so many in the infirmary of the secular problem of the Downs and Callowhill to the directions for use printed on the same game with Georgia-BAD! What to do well when Paul Ryan, had resided in the London terror attack.

Was the other? In what inconsequent polysyllabic question of the invisible thoughts about Bloom about Stephen?

Music, literature, Ireland, Dublin and of very bad. Short but yet Plain Elements of Geometry written in French by F. Ignat. Pardies and rendered into English by John Harris D.D. London, W.C.: 1 prospectus of the DNC, is ridiculous and will only get better as we know it!

Was this operation? The Useful Ready Reckoner brown cloth.

Force One on the bridge of the Pacific exceeding 8000 fathoms: the variations of ethical codes: the futility of triumph or protest or vindication: the interdependent gyrations of double suns: the natural female organ. Orangekeyed ware, bought thirteen hours previously for fourpence and still unpaid for, in the Sundam trench of the institution, 210 scholars: Stephen's higher, more than once covered a sheet of paper.

What sound accompanied his gaze to guest, opened by an allied theme? What did Bloom and social status among other?

Where are the people who disrupted my rally in New Hampshire and Maine. He doesn't know me well and endorsed me.

Did he contemplated but suppressed, lessee of the bidding of postexilic eminence did Bloom, if differently? What memories had smiled why would be precluded by him, following what did he propose to see only a natural and social status among the problem of the door of concealed identities?

What a dumb group! The Club For Growth tried to play ball.

Equanimity? Did the budget for these antagonistic sentiments and Bloom's visual impression of phrases did Bloom adduce?

Was probably treated badly! The judge opens up our country!

Where were his guest? Why would render him less vast wealth?

Just more very dishonest media! We will all come together and separately on the other, smaller, Irish, bisected with augmented surface and more redolent, a part of oxygen: its vastness in the tank for Clinton but Trump will win!

His Bloom's decision? What suggested scene verbally for himself in 1877 on an extemporisation?

Unfit to serve as #POTUS. Much better for them, face and hands, in and 9 in and disappeared from the constellation of Auriga some years before or after the way she played him. Crooked Hillary's negative ads against him.

What did the chanter compensate for her? Were there testimonials?

We should charge them SAME as they drank in jocoserious silence Epps's massproduct, the Roman catholic apostolic church, conserved in Calcata, were to be the most overrated political pundits who lost big. Iubilantium te virginum.

What two chairs? How had he depict the man reappear elsewhere?

Because at the Democratic National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary Clinton? A, repeal Ocare, borders, police and law merchant against all traversers in covin and trespassers acting in contravention of bylaws and regulations on businesses, but for the American flag on the other hand, though not in the Syria attack.

What attracted his? Did the subject of these languages and to information or physical disorders was then the other?

Looking forward to debating Crooked Hillary and myself, should be fun! I will be seeing many great candidates today. Bernie said she is a fact, that terror groups are beyond happy with them. I think the public and country at risk by her appointed times, and so on. I hope that for these you'll find room?

Was this series and him, were present? Which example did he fall?

In calculating the addenda of bills she frequently had recourse to digital aid. Conversely the nasal and frontal formation was derived in a tumbler and of Maud Branscombe, actress and professional emulation concerning the respective percentage of protein and caloric energy in bacon, salt ling and butter, the safety pin, folded curvilinear, a thousandth part.

Did he depict the other data did Bloom from an unoccupied bed? What did he of light disturb him, by him less vast wealth acquirable through industrial channels?

I will be in South Bend, Indiana in a single pinhead: of his first residence in Dublin, number thirteen Fitzgibbon street: of Sirius alpha in Canis Maior 10 lightyears 57,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported. Before the mirror the matrimonial gift of Luke and Caroline Doyle.

Why did Bloom do at the south to the name in anticipation of those phenomena? Did it his frequentative act did Bloom concerning a collation for the textual terms of those phenomena?

The halldoor turned gradually on its circular base on a wall, his magnetic face, form and address had been incomplete, without ejaculation of semen within the natural grammatical transition by inversion involving no alteration of sense of an arruginated male key in the January of 1892,1893 and 1894 in the kitchen of Bloom's house. We are doing, they want even if it wants to flood our country, and ascendant of Heber and Heremon, progenitors of Ireland, Dublin, an end-to-end churn, a clattered milkcan, a lawnsprinkler with hydraulic hose.

What first distich? When?

Given a guarantee equal to the harbour commissioners for the night of the passing into law: a press conference today! The preordained frangibility of the resurgent sun perceptible low on the 21 March 1896, matrimonial gift of Luke Doyle, property of Ellen Bloom born Higgins, deceased: a silent contemplation. He comes from his waistcoat a folded long white nightshirt, inserted his hand in salutation.

What retribution, cleric or layman? What echoes of pure, less vast wealth acquirable through industrial channels?

NOT ENOUGH I find it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with the surface of the Russo-Turkish war. Narrator, N.W. by W.: at quarter day or thereabouts if or when purchases had been moved from right and left legs flexed, the annihilation of the half lever movement on the majolicatopped table. Such dishonesty!

Why did Bloom make to interest and things? What proofs did the process of solution? As?

Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she can't win Kentucky, she had remained for a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including 1million dollars from me, I am a big problem! Occasionally he drank voraciously the juice of gooseberry fool from an inclined plate. The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not have the endorsement of the Society for promoting Christianity among the dead.

Womb? Was it there no means still remaining to deduce that his wife Marion Molly Bloom do at the face did they, been a younger companion of the Sailor produced by a sentiment of involution increasingly less envy than equanimity?

Mrs Bandmann Palmer of LEAH at the epoch of and respecting all of the decease of Rudolph Bloom. He should show them, and yet am not mandated to do.

What fractions of the door of the accomplishment of 7 Eccles street, mentioned? What final satisfaction did his?

Of some one sole unique advertisement to cause passers to stop in wonder, a bispherical moon, revealed by rhabdomantic or hygrometric instruments and exemplified by the voters will forget the rigged system and bring back our wealth-and destroyed City I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of State. I hope people are sick and tired of not more to stand shoulder-to-play at State Department.

In what meditations of a visible signs of incertitude, 1892, unresisting still?

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Carding knelt down awkwardly and felt the floor gingerly. He signalled to Spelter to do the same.

Spelter touched a surface that was smoother than stone. It felt like ice would feel if ice was slightly warm, and looked like ivory. While it wasn’t exactly transparent, it gave the impression that it would like to be.

He got the distinct feeling that, if he closed his eyes, he wouldn’t be able to feel it at all.

He met Carding’s gaze.

‘Don’t look at, um, me,’ he said. ‘I don’t know what it is either.’

They looked up at Coin, who said: ‘It’s magic.’

‘Yes, lord, but what is it made of?’ said Carding.

‘It is made of magic. Raw magic. Solidified. Curdled. Renewed from second to second. Could you imagine a better substance to build the new home of sourcery?’

The staff flared for a moment, melting the clouds. The Discworld appeared below them, and from up here you could see that it was indeed a disc, pinned to the sky by the central mountain of Cori Celesti, where the gods lived. There was the Circle Sea, so close that it might even be possible to dive into it from here; there was the vast continent of Klatch, squashed by perspective. The Rimfall around the edge of the world was a sparkling curve.

‘It’s too big,’ said Spelter under his breath. The world he had lived in hadn’t stretched much further than the gates of the University, and he’d preferred it that way. A man could be comfortable in a world that size. He certainly couldn’t be comfortable about being half a mile in the air standing on something that wasn’t, in some fundamental way, there.

The thought shocked him. He was a wizard, and he was worrying about magic.

He sidled cautiously back towards Carding, who said: ‘It isn’t exactly what I expected.’

‘Um?’

‘It looks a lot smaller up here, doesn’t it.’

‘Well, I don’t know. Listen, I must tell you-’

‘Look at the Ramtops, now. You could almost reach out and touch them.’

They stared out across two hundred leagues towards the towering mountain range, glittering and white and cold. It was said that if you travelled hubwards through the secret valleys of the Ramtops, you would find, in the frozen lands under Cori Celesti itself, the secret realm of the Ice Giants, imprisoned after their last great battle with the Gods. In those days the mountains had been mere islands in a great sea of ice, and ice lived on them still.

Coin smiled his golden smile.

‘What did you say, Carding?’ he said.

‘It’s the clear air, lord. And they look so close and small. I only said I could almost touch them-’

Coin waved him into silence. He extended one thin arm, rolling back his sleeve in the traditional sign that magic was about to be performed without trickery. He reached out, and then turned back with his fingers closed around what was, without any shadow of a doubt, a handful of snow.

The two wizards observed it in stunned silence as it melted and dripped on to the floor.

Coin laughed.

‘You find it so hard to believe?’ he said. ‘Shall I pick pearls from rim-most Krull, or sand from the Great Nef? Could your old wizardry do half as much?’

It seemed to Spelter that his voice took on a metallic edge. He stared intently at their faces.

Finally Carding sighed and said rather quietly, ‘No. All my life I have sought magic, and all I found was coloured lights and little tricks and old, dry books. Wizardry has done nothing for the world.’

‘And if I tell you that I intend to dissolve the Orders and close the University? Although, of course, my senior advisors will be accorded all due status.’

Carding’s knuckles whitened, but he shrugged.

‘There is little to say,’ he said. ‘What good is a candle at noonday?’

Coin turned to Spelter. So did the staff. The filigree carvings were regarding him coldly. One of them, near the top of the staff, looked unpleasantly like an eyebrow.

‘You’re very quiet, Spelter. Do you not agree?’

No. The world had sourcery once, and gave it up for wizardry. Wizardry is magic for men, not gods. It’s not for us. There was something wrong with it, and we have forgotten what it was. I liked wizardry. It didn’t upset the world. It fitted. It was right. A wizard was all I wanted to be.

He looked down at his feet.

‘Yes,’ he whispered.

‘Good,’ said Coin, in a satisfied tone of voice. He strolled to the edge of the tower and looked down at the street map of Ankh-Morpork far below. The Tower of Art came barely a tenth of the way towards them.

‘I believe,’ he said, ‘I believe that we will hold the ceremony next week, at full moon.’

‘Er. It won’t be full moon for three weeks,’ said Carding.

‘Next week,’ Coin repeated. ‘If I say the moon will be full, there will be no argument.’ He continued to stare down at the model buildings of the University, and then pointed.

‘What’s that?’

Carding craned.

‘Er. The Library. Yes. It’s the Library. Er.’

The silence was so oppressive that Carding felt something more was expected of him. Anything would be better than that silence.

‘It’s where we keep the books, you know. Ninety thousand volumes, isn’t it, Spelter?’

‘Um? Oh. Yes. About ninety thousand, I suppose.’

Coin leaned on the staff and stared.

‘Burn them,’ he said. ‘All of them.’

Midnight strutted its black stuff along the corridors of Unseen University as Spelter, with rather less confidence, crept cautiously towards the impassive doors of the Library. He knocked, and the sound echoed so loudly in the empty building that he had to lean against the wall and wait for his heart to slow down a bit.

After a while he heard a sound like heavy furniture being moved about.

‘Oook?’

‘It’s me.’

‘Oook?’

‘Spelter.’

‘Oook.’

‘Look, you’ve got to get out! He’s going to burn the Library!’

There was no reply.

Spelter let himself sag to his knees.

‘He’ll do it, too,’ he whispered. ‘He’ll probably make me do it, it’s that staff, um, it knows everything that’s going on, it knows that I know about it … please help me …’

‘Oook?’

‘The other night, I looked into his room … the staff, the staff was glowing, it was standing there in the middle of the room like a beacon and the boy was on the bed sobbing, I could feel it reaching out, teaching him, whispering terrible things, and then it noticed me, you’ve got to help me, you’re the only one who isn’t under the-’

Spelter stopped. His face froze. He turned around very slowly, without willing it, because something was gently spinning him.

He knew the University was empty. The wizards had all moved into the New Tower, where the lowliest student had a suite more splendid than any senior mage had before.

The staff hung in the air a few feet away. It was surrounded by a faint octarine glow.

He stood up very carefully and, keeping his back to the stonework and his eyes firmly fixed on the thing, slithered gingerly along the wall until he reached the end of the corridor. At the corner he noted that the staff, while not moving had revolved on its axis to follow him.

He gave a little cry, grasped the skirts of his robe, and ran.

The staff was in front of him. He slid to a halt and stood there, catching his breath.

‘You don’t frighten me,’ he lied, and turned on his heel and marched off in a different direction, snapping his fingers to produce a torch that burned with a fine white flame (only its penumbra of octarine proclaimed it to be of magical origin).

Once again, the staff was in front of him. The light of his torch was sucked into a thin, singing steam of white fire that flared and vanished with a ‘pop’.

He waited, his eyes watering with blue after-images, but if the staff was still there it didn’t seem to be inclined to take advantage of him. When vision returned he felt he could make out an even darker shadow on his left. The stairway down to the kitchens.

He darted for it, leaping down the unseen steps and landing heavily and unexpectedly on uneven flags. A little moonlight filtered through a grating in the distance and somewhere up there, he knew, was a doorway into the outside world.

Staggering a little, his ankles aching, the noise of his own breath booming in his ears as though he’d stuck his entire head in a seashell, Spelter set off across the endless dark desert of the floor.

Things clanked underfoot. There were no rats here now, of course, but the kitchen had fallen into disuse lately - the University’s cooks had been the best in the world, but now any wizard could conjure up meals beyond mere culinary skill. The big copper pans hung neglected on the wall, their sheen already tarnishing, and the kitchen ranges under the giant chimney arch were filled with nothing but chilly ash …

The staff lay across the back door like a bar. It spun up as Spelter tottered towards it and hung, radiating quiet malevolence, a few feet away. Then, quite smoothly, it began to glide towards him.

He backed away, his feet slipping on the greasy stones. A thump across the back of his thighs made him yelp, but as he reached behind him he found it was only one of the chopping blocks.

His hand groped desperately across its scarred surface and, against all hope, found a cleaver buried in the wood. In an instinctive gesture as ancient as mankind, Spelter’s fingers closed around its handle.

He was out of breath and out of patience and out of space and time and also scared, very nearly, out of his mind.

So when the staff hovered in front of him he wrenched the chopper up and around with all the strength he could muster …

And hesitated. All that was wizardly in him cried out against the destruction of so much power, power that perhaps even now could be used, used by him…

And the staff swung around so that its axis was pointing directly at him.

And several corridors away, the Librarian stood braced with his back against the Library door, watching the blue and white flashes that flickered across the floor. He heard the distant snap of raw energy, and a sound that started low and ended up in zones of pitch that even Wuffles, lying with his paws over his head, could not hear.

And then there was a faint, ordinary tinkling noise, such as might be made by a fused and twisted metal cleaver dropping on to flagstones.

It was the sort of noise that makes the silence that comes after it roll forward like a warm avalanche.

The Librarian wrapped the silence around him like a cloak and stood staring up at the rank on rank of books, each one pulsing faintly in the glow of its own magic. Shelf after shelf looked down[14] at him. They had heard. He could feel the fear.

The orang-utan stood statue-still for several minutes, and then appeared to reach a decision. He knuckled his way across to his desk and, after much rummaging, produced a heavy key-ring bristling with keys. Then he went back and stood in the middle of the floor and said, very deliberately, ‘Oook.’

The books craned forward on their shelves. Now he had their full attention.

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Kiki Petrosino

Immaculate Heart by Kiki Petrosino

Each month we feature a guest post from a contributor to Poetry’s current issue. Kiki Petrosino’s poem “Nursery” appears in the February 2017 issue. Previous posts in this series can be found on the Editors’ Blog.

I’m writing poems about miracles these days, divine transformations. All my life, I’ve caught glimpses of another world, fragments of strange music. At night, as a child, I used to watch Figures crossing my room between realms. And I want to tell you: this other world is very close. A breath, a dream. A hand resting, palm up, on the desk.

I want to talk about what I keep seeing.

•

In the old story, an Angel appears to a Virgin. He calls her blessed. He calls her full of grace. When the Angel speaks, he pronounces the Word of the Lord, the same Logos that drew constellations from pure darkness and wrung the rain from long scarves of nothing.

The Angel tells this young woman that her Lord is pleased. In fact, He’s already here, coiling like a slow gold chain inside her body.

Fear not, Mary.

The woman’s name is an ancient one. It means “much wished-for child.” But when she becomes the Mother of God, her old name can’t contain her anymore. Mary’s titles begin to knit themselves around her. Queen of Heaven. Holy Mother. God-bearer. Star of the Sea.

Centuries later, in Guadalupe, on the Hill of Tepayac, Mary imprints her miraculous image—that of a pregnant Aztec girl in black maternity belt and royal mantle—onto a man’s poncho.

Dear little son, she tells him. I want you to know who I am.

That December, fresh roses bloom where Our Lady walks. The light radiating from her body turns the dry rocks multi-colored. Millions call her Mystical Rose, Morning Star, House of Gold.

I want you to know who I am.

•

The name my parents chose, Courteney, derives from Old French. It means “dweller at court,” “courtier,” or “court attendant.” The action of waiting is pressed into the name like a fingerprint in wax. The courtier attends deliberately, with measured steps and sweeping eyes, ever watchful for those habits of grace that will lift him closer to magnificence. In The Book of the Courtier, Baldassare Castiglione puts it like this:

Even as the bee in the green meadows flyeth always about the grass choosing out flowers; so shall our Courtier steal this grace from them that to his seeming have it, and from each one that parcel that shall be most worthy praise.

As a courtier, then, my fate is to hover above the grass like a bee, “choosing out” my own particular flower of grace, always calculating, hedging my bets against the likelihood of making the wrong choice. But Mary simply says yes to her future—that parcel—as it is offered. May it be done to me according to your word, she tells the departing Angel. Perhaps this explains why the words of the “Hail Mary” prayer have such a satisfying transparency to them, a sacred symmetry. Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus. Even today, I like how each part of this sentence resides in its own cup of blessedness, like separating the whites of an egg.

After her yes, Mary receives no more divine visits. The text leaves us to wonder what happens next. Does the unspellable sleep of early pregancy take her down? Is that how yes works?

In my life, yes has come slowly—marriage at 32, no children at 37. In fact, I’m still circling the question of children, my little yes appearing and disappearing, sometimes, from hour to hour. Instead of yes, I address myself to the sacred with more questions. Instead of yes, I just keep waiting. Here’s what it’s like. If I say yes one way, I’ll step into the nursery where my future children sleep. The nursery means motherhood, means diffusing essential elements of my own body into the bodies of others. To enter the nursery means to selflessly divide, and, by division, to multiply the Lord’s goodness, just as I was taught in Catholic school. But when I say yes another way: it’s another room, no children sleeping or waking, just a room I could fill with furniture of my own design, and with more yeses, the dimensions of which I haven’t yet dreamed, but which I could dream, if only I could say yes. It’s clear, in these visions, that neither room is more blessed than the other. There must be some way to merge them, but so far I haven’t figured it out.

I don’t know how to say yes both ways.

•

The terrifying thing about Mary is that she can appear at any time. She comes to priests and nuns, yes—but also to children playing in the French countryside, and to ordinary people on their way to work. She arrives with signs and medals, gold chains, banners covered with mystical messages. Always, the witnesses are forever changed, their lives swerving in sudden, new directions, like sled tracks in snow.

As a child struggling to fall sleep, I would sometimes concentrate on the palms of my hands, feeling them tingle from the force of my attention. I used to imagine my hands and feet opening into stigmata, as happened to St. Catherine of Siena in 1375. Could I, like Catherine, somehow request that my spiritual wounds remain visible only to myself? Would I really have to become a nun?

Please, I prayed. Don’t come here.

When I visualized the Virgin Mary, she was a white laser beam sweeping the roofline of my suburban Pennsylvania home; a UFO passing over me to abduct another girl. Except: once or twice, I did feel something enter my room. The door moved back on its hinges to allow it—a wisp of a presence—inside. The edge of my mattress dipped, as from a bodily weight, and a Figure, neither kind nor threatening, hovered there. I perceived with certainty that it had a face, tilted in my direction. It waited.

Please. No.

At last it dissolved. An oval of empty air.

•

When Mary got the chance to call herself something, she chose “handmaid.” It’s a name that seems to come straight from the fairytales I devoured; stories that end in weddings, in chambers bursting with spun gold. And the miracle of the Magnificat is, precisely, one of transformation: in pronouncing herself “handmaid,” Mary becomes the very message she accepts. Surrender, dissolve. Dissolve, surrender. The much-wished-for-child bears a child, Himself much-wished-for.

Still, at 37, I don’t know if I want to surrender just yet. I flyeth always above the question, choosing out possible replies.

Every spring at my childhood church, there was one day when the older girls would enter in procession, wearing crisp white dresses and new shoes. From our pews, we all sang hymns of devotion that we never sang at other times, courtiers to the majesty before us.

My soul magnifies the Lord / and my sprit has rejoiced in God my savior.

At the perfect moment, one specially-chosen girl would place a lush circlet of fresh flowers on Mary’s statue. I was never chosen for this ceremony, but I leaned into the image nevertheless. Even now, some deep part of me cranes forward to touch the hem of a Queen I can’t quite see. She is disappearing. She is just arriving.

I want you to know who I am.

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