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Paper Moon - 3
For a Horse
It was late afternoon when Edgeworth awoke to a few nervous nickers and the warm mingled scents of horses and alfalfa hay. His body ached, but he was warm and that was an improvement. He took his time, but he finally stood and stretched before exiting the barn and making his way toward the farmhouse.
Anne, the farmer’s wife, started fretting over him almost as soon as he entered the house. The farmer eyed him suspiciously, but Edgeworth’s only concern was for Franziska.
They’d made up a pallet for her on the floor of what looked like some kind of workroom the wife kept. It was piled with quilts and drapes and other odds and ends.
Paper Moon - 2
Edgeworth stopped and turned to watch her. She adamantly refused to be coddled on what was starting to feel like a forced march through the worst trees and mud they’d encountered yet. She’d swung that whip at him more than once already because he had offered to help her. But he could see that she hurt. Another long day on foot through rough terrain and nothing to look forward to but another bland and woefully inadequate meal of cold canned beans—this wasn’t the kind of place for a girl like her.
Not that he’d been able to learn very much about her aside from her being the daughter of Manfred Von Karma. And that was something he wished he hadn’t learned. They wouldn’t be here now.
Paper Moon - 1
It’s Only a Paper Moon
Lieutenant Miles Edgeworth leaned back against the tree and pulled her closer. The girl stirred, but she was too exhausted to be torn from sleep. She shivered slightly in his short coat. Her dress was torn and ragged from their travel. She was wearing a pair of his socks and they slid from her calves and bunched up against the top of the purloined pair of boots he’d managed to grab from the medical tent without anyone noticing.
At least the rain had stopped. It wasn’t any less wet and uncomfortable, but it was better than rain. He heard Franziska mutter quietly in her sleep and turned his head slightly so he could bury his nose and mouth in her hair. He didn’t dare go to sleep.
For All That - Five
In which Tharkay arrives in Kabul.
Tharkay was withdrawn as he and Rahim rode into Kandahar. Both horses hung their heads from want of food and water and the men and their charge not much better off. Rahim left Tharkay at the well with both horses and not even the slightest word of gratitude. The girl, much to Tharkay’s dismay, had only been nine or ten. So he wouldn’t even have a good story to tell for all that. And he’d given her his jacket, and she balked when Rahim tried to return it. These things never seemed to go very smoothly.
Tharkay sat on the ground with his back to the smooth mud-plastered sides of the well and covered his face in his hands. There were several women there drawing
For All That - Four
In which Tharkay relieves a damsel of her distress.
He sat on the bandit’s horse, one hand still holding his pistol and the other gripping the animal’s mane. Ali was very somberly kicking at the sheep to keep them together. Dost Mohammed was glaring at him. But Tharkay wasn’t going to move. He was going to get to Kandahar even if the only caravan he showed up with had one wagon and twenty-odd sheep. The seconds passed so very slowly and still no one followed them to their hiding place. Tharkay kicked the horse forward several feet away from the wagon and busied his hands checking and then reloading his gun. The powder he had was getting dangerously low.
Just Around the Bend - 22
“You believe me, don’t you Maya?” Phoenix said, “You trust me?”
She only smiled stoically at him through the plexiglass separating them. Phoenix felt his heartbeat speed up. He’d been here before, more than once. In spite of the years that separated them and how much she’d grown, he recognized that girl he’d always loved in the woman before him.
She didn’t have to say it. She didn’t have to elaborate on all the ways they were connected and all the ways eight years was nothing in the space of what they had between them. Because there was something between them. There always had been.
(I don’t think I’ve ever told her just how much I loved her. Still love…)
Phoenix glanced around the empty visitor’s room, knowing it was empty but needing to be certain. He looked at Maya directly.
Verragho Scripts: Book 1 - Prologue
Prologue: The Demon of Arman Rahi
Scene 1: It is sunset over the desert. Mackiner crouches in the shadow of a sand dune. He is obviously exhausted. The sky darkens suddenly as if a great bird is covering the sun. Clouds are forming threateningly overhead. Mackiner grins cruelly.
Narration: Blassahmoith 12, 1886 T.R. outside Kirdulou, Eabarlan Co., Teuce
(Mackiner) “There you are.”
Mackiner jumps up from his hiding place where a robed figure is towering against the unnaturally darkening sky. The figure raises its arms drawing the magic toward itself. Mackiner rushed the figure sword raised. Lightning flashed over the barren landscape and the earth itself started to tremble. Mackiner leaps toward the magician and thrusts his sword. The dark figure screams terribly and Mackiner falls away his sword still stuck in his target.
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