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She lives!! (And we’re the better off for it, too!)

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Hi there!

I’m sorry I’ve been MIA.  Life has gotten crazy and I’ve just started a new job – but I’m hoping the commute (by bus) will allow me an hour or so a day to write.  However, I’ve been ask on more than one occasion about Deathly Fashion Sense.  I’ve removed it to rewrite it.  But I’ve been asked if I can repost the original for those of you who want to read it again.

So, I’ve created a new location called Unscriptedthat will house such items.

Deathly Fashion Sense is reposted in all it’s faults, bad grammar and poor sentence structure.  But since it was my first story, I think I did pretty well.  At least I hope I did.

I’ll be posting the new version soon as well as working on the next episode of AED.

Thank you all for reading and sending me notes. …

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Decisions, Chapter 39, is up!

Hey guess what?  Yup, Cara was chatty.  Oh, was she chatty (it’s a long chapter – longer than I’d thought it’d be – go pee and grab a drink and maybe a snack). 

I always think of lots and lots of things to say (write) “here” but when it comes time to actually SAY (WRITE) anything, yeah, I draw a blank.  It’s annoying. 

Anyway, here’s the chappie – enjoy, and lemme know what you think!

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You’re still here??  Go!  Read!  Enjoy!!

If you’re looking for the answer “to life, the universe, and everything”, spoiler: it’s 42.

If you’re wondering how the cottage pie I just made turned out, you’ll have to wait – it’s still too damn hot to eat.

If you’re looking for the (suspiciously conveniently placed) link to my GoFundMe page, well, there it is.

Now shoo – happy reading!

~Mer

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I found some words! (aka: *tap tap tap* Is this thing on?)

Not *all* the words, dammit, but at least some of them, and that totally counts, right?  RIGHT?

So…this is just a heads-up:  I’m working on the next chapter of Decisions (yes, that antique Godric/Cara fic Decisions) and I wanted to let y’all know in advance so that – if you’d ever been reading it at all – you’d have a chance to do a bit of a (likely badly needed) reread before the chapter magically appears (sometime between “now” and “then”, btw, so no holding your breath…).  I’m currently only 1,183 words in, but D chapters aren’t generally marathons.  I’m guessing I’m about a third of the way through, give/take, atm.  It’s going well, though, hence the “warning”.

Anyway, I yet live…words still exist in places both known and unknown…and occasionally I even find some of them.  I feel guilty as fuck about how long it’s been since I’ve posted anything on One Night, Sookie Takes Charge, and The Moon (Gawd but PreggoSookie is soooo gonna kick my ass), and we’re not even gonna talk about EN:ATS…  *cries a little*

At least Cara took pity on me and decided to visit for a while.  She’s great to hang out with and is really nice when she wants to be.  She still has problems with her reflex-o-fangs, but meh, we’re used to it.

Annnnd…well…yeah, so, that’s where I am with the fics for now.  Lemme know if you’re still out there!

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~Mer

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Remember AlphaEN’s DT;RT? Well, it’s now complete.

AlphaEN’s “Die Tonight; Rule Tomorrow” – sequel to her beloved “Put Me First” – is an old friend of mine.  We go way back, y’all, and the journey she takes Eric and Sookie through in both stories is filled with the most splendid ups, downs, sideways, and everything-in-betweens that you could want.

As some of you know, her site is password-protected, so if you reach a “blocked” page, just shoot off an easy request for the password and voilà – the magic of her writing is, can I say it…??  Magically accessible!  If you’ve never experienced that which is AlphaEN, start off with “Put Me First” then build up to “DT;RT”.  You’ll be glad you did.

I admit it – I’m sad the story, the grand adventure, is over, but I’m thrilled with how it all ended, thrilled that “our” Eric and Sookie have their well-deserved HEA.  I feel like one of my old friends has come of age now, and what an age it is!

Go forth, my friends, and enjoy the marvelous world of “Put Me First” and “DT;RT” – they’re complete in all their luscious, adventuresome, fantastical glory.   Be sure to let her know what you think of her chapters  – we writers love hearing from our readers – and enjoy.   She’s a great lady, a great writer, and a great friend.

Now I’m going to go pout that her stories – THAT I NEVER WANTED TO END – are complete…

*pfft*

~Mer

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New Chapter – ON – 4th Night – Pt. 5

Hey, hey, stop throwing rotting veggies at me for taking so damn long!  (At least reach for the still-usable produce – I can make soup!  Oh, hey, a roast wouldn’t hurt, well, unless it’s frozen…)

*Happy Thanksgiving/Turkey Day/Thursday! *not a chapter

*although updates will be mysteriously appearing sooner than later along with the ubiquitous gripe/complain section*

Whether you’re celebrating? observing? American Thanksgiving, Turkey Day, or just-plain-Thursday, I hope you’re surrounded by beloved family, friends, and pets, that all those dearest to you are hale, whole, and hearty, that you genuinely do have much to be thankful for, and that you have a fire in your heart and antacids for the one in your belleh from eating way too much.

Maybe that last bit’s just me…

Hearts and stuffin’,

~Mer

**PS:  And you gotta know that Eric’s wee li’l spider is all full, fat ‘n happy in the corner of Gran’s kitchen where she’s turned out the most amazing Thanksgiving dinner ever complete with *two* different pumpkin and *two* different pecan pies (she’s in an experimenting mood, you know), and this year she even made her company-quality cherry-almond torte ‘special for Lala (an’ Jason don’t-mind-if-he-do…he’s good like that).  She invited him to join her an’ Jason because she didn’t want him to be alone, and she’s missin’ Sookie somethin’ awful.  It’s sad that she’s surprised by just how much she’s missin’ that girl and hopes she can see her soon.   Jason, well, he’s always been a bit smarter than he wanted people to figure out so he’s watchin’ the proceedin’s with an “it’s about time” gleam in his pretty, pretty eyes…but that ain’t stoppin’ his elbow from bendin’, though…not much would, come to think…  Lala’s noticing and thinking the same things just with more cussin’ involved, and while he’s appreciative of the invite – Gran’s a fantastic cook, after all, and cooks do get right tired of cookin’ their own eats after a while – he’s glad that Gran somehow managed to figure a few things out about life before it’s too late.  Now, about that cherry-almond torte…

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A tiny surprise + words

I’ve been feeling really badly about leaving you guys hanging for so long (I really hope your hands aren’t hurting!) so when I had a bit of a thought about apples, I ran with it in hopes it might help cheer you guys as well as my rather depressed muse. 

(The ridiculously huge bills flooding my mailbox, the fact I’m *still* on crutches, *still* in the 1,000-lb boot, *still* have to use the ‘chair to go to the dr – and that’s pretty much the only place I *can* go given the money sitch – combined with so many other small and massive issues = one depressed muse.  She’s starting to look pretty damn wilted at this point.)

Anyway, while the entirety of this drabble? (I never know what to call stories when their classification is based on length) is 1,005 words (not including my ubiquitous ANs – they’re, like, mandatory, right?), I like to think it’s setting Sookie up for a far better future. 

It’s my gift to you guys, and I hope you enjoy.

Let me know what you think, and I hope you have a fantastic Friday.

~Mer

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Just a THANK YOU!/update/other words

Here – catch:  a heart-felt (and probably painfully loud so you might wanna step back a bit…a little more…a little…ok, that should be about right) THANK YOU!!! to everyone who has donated to the GoFundMe!!!!

You are the very BEST readers and I absolutely appreciate every single one of you anyway, but your response to the GFM has truly blown me away.  Your support really does mean the world to me.

(I didn’t set the account up so I don’t know how GFM works so I don’t know how to individually thank the fantastic people who donated but I did want to thank you guys somehow!)

A better THANK YOU!!??

Eeeennyway…

The campaign has not ended.  I still have to go for daily super-strong antibiotic IVs (“infusions” or if you wanna be all medical, “infusion therapy”), bi- and sometimes tri-weekly doctor (usually nurse) appointments, and I have at least one (probably two but I’m hoping the dr forgets) more surgeries in my future.  (Oh, the joy.)  Bluntly, I’m doing a LOT better health-wise but I ain’t out of the woods yet – it was just *that* bad, previously. 

Here’s the handy-dandy link in case someone’s won the lottery:

https://www.gofundme.com/paying-it-forwardhelping-karen

Fic-wise, I *have* been thinking about my stories, especially The Moon and One Night.  Thinking…but not writing yet.   You’d think having to remain off my foot (and in/on bed/chair/wheelchair as I’m STILL not allowed to put ANY pressure on my foot AT ALL) for 23.5 hours a fucking day would be conducive to writing, however…it is not.  I’m still too damn frustrated over all this mess *to* concentrate effectively on all the ins and outs of my fics. 

(Why did I have to go and make them so dang complicated?  Granted they’re not nearly as complex as many of our other writers’ plots are, but still…*grumph*)

I did want you to know that I have not forgotten my fics, and I haven’t forgotten you guys, either.  This health mess is just taking for-freakin’-ever to resolve.  But it’s getting there.

Eventually.

Thank you again, and I really appreciate your patience, your kind support, and of course if, your hard-earned cash.   (You knew I was blunt, right?  I mean, rly, you knew this already, right? *innocent face*)

*snicker*

♥

~Mer

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Pondering Our TB/SVM Fandom ♥

Since True Blood ended/died in a bloody massacre, there have been thoughts, fears, and vague mutterings that our beloved fandom is dying (quickly, slowly, or otherwise). 

I don’t see it that way. 

To me, let’s just say that our fandom has become more… streamlined.  We started out as “a group of everyone” including the rabid, the flighty, the vaguely interested, the temporary, and the totally dedicated…and everyone in between.  Now, thanks to life and its sometimes-great, sometimes-cruel hand, we’ve evolved – we’re now distilled into a harder, stronger core group of readers, writers, and “both”.  At least, I like to think so. 

There are TB/SVM readers left and there are TB/SVM writers left, and the floor is always open to new readers and writers wanting to explore all-things-Eric-Sookie-Godric/etc.  Some readers only have a few minutes or hours a week to read, and some writers may only have a few stories to tell while others have many, but all are still welcome in our rather resilient fandom.

As for me, I’m not stopping, not yet.  I have stories to finish, and there are still some plots buzzing around in my woozy head that may demand to be told.  Thanks to a nasty medical emergency it might be a while until I can get things calmed down enough to actually write the words down on virtual paper, but they’re still in there somewhere.

Sadly, some of our writers didn’t want to leave yet life took them from us too soon and we’ll forever mourn their loss.  For hopefully better and never worse, quite a few of our writers have been swallowed up by their daily lives and left the fandom for innumerable reasons, and while we hope they’ll find their way back to us someday, we wish them well.

And then…there are the writers who have sharpened their teeth in our world and  gathered their courage to move on to other projects – our lovely Gyllene (click over and give her some love!) is the latest to venture forth on her own fantastic journey.

I want to wish her well on her future publishing venture and remind her that the door to our TB/SVM fandom is always open.  Her fanfiction talent will be sorely missed (and maybe she’ll bring coffee if/when she does return!) but I do hope to read her published works far sooner than later.  With her, I don’t sense that this is “goodbye”; it feels more like a “see ya soon…hey wait, Eric did what?!?”  ♥

Again, our fandom isn’t <insert negative or melancholy thought here> – we’re simply streamlining – distilling down to our core, dedicated group of lovely readers, writers, and “both”.  And that proverbial door is always open!

More later,

~Mer

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HEAD. DESK. – repeat x infinity

Massive icky medical bullshittery (in hospital 11 days)…discharged home Friday…has lead to Maximus Lifeus Fucking Interruptus for me.  Yep, I’m home now (and, srsly, thank God because if I had to spend ONE MORE FUCKING NIGHT in that rabid-marshmallow SUCK YOU IN AND NOT LET YOU GO torture device the medical community calls a “hospital bed” I would fucking blow an artery – really, have you ever tried to even just TURN OVER in one of those fuck-ass pieces of bondage shit?  Forget about trying to scooch around to get comfortable – it ain’t gonna happen) and slowly, slowly… – OMFGODRIC OH SO FUCKING SLOWLY – recovering, but now commences the ensuing daily – sometimes hourly – load of (bullshit-infested) You Have Got To Be Shitting Me + This Is A Load Of Bullshit * What, Again?? chaos.

At the end of it all, though, I am alive.  My nerves are rattled, my daily life is disordered to fuck-all and back, and my sanity after all that may be questionable (fucking hospital beds and their “breathing” mattresses meant to keep bed sores, kind thoughts, and actual rest away can go fuck themselves with their electrical cords), but life goes on in all its battered, misbegotten, ill-spent glory.

I am working on fics – I am (dude, SEVRIN anyone??) – but I doubt Eric would appreciate it if I went off on a rant during a “tender scene”.  (I dunno…he’s a vampire of experience…he’d probably get a kick out of it;  Sookie…not so much, and I’m not gonna go pissing off fairy hybrids, well, not yet…)  Sevrin would probably kind-of maybe get off on some of my tangents…well, in my imagination he would…  *dreamy sigh*  Oy – someone call Willa off me!

So, that’s the State of My Life now.  Ah, the joys…

(Place awkward transition here) All this shit is expensive (the pain, aggravation, and the accompanying bitching/whining are free, though, fwiw…lucky me), all of it, even stupid medical supply things and drugs that you’d never thought you’d have to have, the costs of hospital stays and “specialist” consults and x-rays and a vampire-colony’s worth of blood tests every hour…  *sigh*   A wonderful friend of mine started a GoFundMe for me and while it might be bad form to hawk it here, well… *pfft*…catch:

https://www.gofundme.com/paying-it-forwardhelping-karen

Donate if you want, broadcast if you want – I tucked it in here at the bottom of the post all sneaky-like so that no one would feel obligated.  I’m awesome like that (or at least I try).

Anyway, hope you guys are having a better day/week/month than I am.

♥

~Mer

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Anyone ready for ON – 4th Night – Pt. 4?? It’s up!

Just that – and it’s a nice (massive) Part, too, so walk the dog, go pee, make a good snack (nothing healthy, please – this is all meant to be fun!), and grab something cool (or warm for any Southern Hemmi readers out there) ’cause this one goes on a bit. 

Generic Update of ON Updatedness *wee teaser*

…or something.  This is just me letting you guys know that I’m only a day or three away from the next ON part (depending on that interferin’ RL thing).

Do y’all give a shit about word counts?  If you do, right now it’s at 6,708 (and growing) according to Word (WP counts differently for whatever reason).  If you don’t, unread that last sentence; I’ll wait.

Anyway, here’s an un-final-FINAL-drafted wee teaser for ON, 4th N, Pt. 4…aka: One Night, The Fourth Night, Part 4 iffin you wanna be all official an’ shit…  You know the drill:  the following is subject to minor/possibly major/whatever changes before posting.  (Bits and pieces of this Part keep magically disappearing – might wanna keep this for posterity cause technology keeps fucking with me…)

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STC, Ch. 36, is up!

You know how Sookie likes to be in charge?  Well, that was the problem with this chapter and why it took so long to write.  I forgot that…Sookie likes to be in charge.  Brilliant, right?  Shaddup.  Anyway, when I got bright and shut the hell up up and let her speak, BAM – here ya go!  Eric, naturally, had to chime in at the end, though, so there’s that.  (Can’t keep a good Viking quiet for TOO long, now can we?)

Hope you enjoy, and be sure to let me know what you think!

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And thanks as always to the fantastic Gyllene for the gorgeous banner above and to Kittyinaz for the gorgeous banner above the chapter!  These two amazing ladies aren’t just truly talented banner-makers – they’re brilliant writers, too, so check them out!

Enjoy the chapter!

~Mer

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IT LIVES! One Night, the 4th Night, Pt. 3 is up!

Typing fast, hella thunderstorm RAINING DOWN RIGHT ON MY HEAD (well, loudly on the roof of my house)…so here, catch!  There’s the usual tiny bits of humor in this Part but BEWARE the BITS OF SECONDARY PLOT as they creep up/spring out at’cha, so…keep an eye out!  Enjoy!

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*diving for cover…send coffee, donuts, grilled cheeses, and reviews*

~Mer

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*peep*/TEASER

Now you can’t say you haven’t heard a peep out of me, right?  *glances around room*

Anyway, RL, blah blah blah – hey, do you want a teaser for One Night – The Fourth Night – Part 3?? 

THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FINISHED YET – I just wanted to let you guys know/give you visual proof that I am, in fact, actively working on it.  I won’t say anything about the three OTHER versions of this chapter I’ve already written then tossed.  Nope.  Not a word about I’d get so far into the chapter then decide it wasn’t good enough/didn’t feel right/sucked ass and hit that lovely delete key.

See?  Not a word…about murdering my own words.  *sigh*  (This totally counts as “suffering for your art”, btw.)

Anyway, at some point in the near-to-faaaar future the rest of this chapter will magically appear before your very, um, inbox.  There is more written than I’m posting as a teaser – hey, a girl’s gotta have SOME secrets, right – I just wanted to give y’all a bit of proof since it’s been a while.  You know the rules –  the material is subject to change, corrections/additions/substitutions may be made, read it again when it’s actually posted to be sure, etc. 

But yeah, here: catch!

Wait, no, um…where were we?

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With as much grace as he could muster under the slightly painful and highly frustrating circumstances, Eric followed his silently smirking Maker out of the house to the burgundy SUV somehow ready and waiting at the top of the circle.  As he folded himself into the vehicle with a grimace, he had to be glad of the additional leg-room provided by the SUV’s design and wanted to think he had successfully hidden his…discomfort.

Sookie’s impromptu hair petting session had left his pants tighter than comfort would allow but unfortunately that wasn’t a new thing where she was concerned.

For fuck’s sake…  Why, after a literal millennia, am I suddenly so susceptible to one woman’s touch?  Why?  Granted during my toddler years…so easily excitable…but that was then…!  I’d gotten over that, surely?  Untried 15-year-old boy now…  Ugh!  Down through the ages…the most beautiful women…the loveliest maidens…could choose at will…  Never had a problem performing, could go for nights on end, but could easily turn from such distractions when I wanted or needed to…  Now…now all one little shit – a fucking virginal shit at that although she had to have known exactly what she was doing…all she has to do is run a dainty little fingertip down my ear and I’m fucking toast…  Could it be the fairy allure?  Doubt it…that would lead to draining more than fucking, although that could be part of it…  No, this is all…her…no desire to drain her, only to fuck her senseless…

Godric remained silent as he drove them toward Dallas proper.   Normally he enjoyed a bit of speed to liven up any drive – vamping, as the young ones called it, was much more preferable, but what can you do? -but he proceeded more sedately to give his child a chance to reclaim the necessary facade.

Sookie…what a cheeky brat!  And so perfect for his complicated progeny!  Buy his child a treat indeed…small bouncy balls sounded more appropriate by the minute.

He’d most certainly heard what had taken place between Eric and Sookie both during his telephone – annoying things, those – conversation and thereafter.  Sookie would likely have been mortified if she’d known…the child had yet to understand just how powerful vampire senses could be.  She would learn in time, though.

Vampires never had the luxury of not knowing.  Whether for better or worse, from the time of their first rising there would always be few secrets of a physical nature between vampires in close proximity one to the other even when they didn’t share a familial bond; that bond simply ensured that were far fewer secrets.

It was necessary for survival and he had routinely thanked whatever gods there might be for it’s existence especially during Eric’s baby and toddler years, but the night a vampire was made was the night any hope of privacy died. 

Unless the progeny suddenly became Makerless; it happened.  Regardless, with age came knowledge of how to limit most perceptible physical responses, and with age also came knowledge of how to limit what passed from one familial vampire to the other.

Just now the spikes of confusion, frustration, and curiosity bombarding him from his progeny were, however, incredibly entertaining. 

He sensed when Eric finally reclaimed a few of his more important mental processes although he couldn’t hold a bit of night-dreaming against the boy.

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So…there ya go.  I still exist, this story is still under construction, allergies suck, and I know of at least one litter box that needs de-clumping.  Oh, the joy.

Have a great weekend,

~Mer

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STC, Ch. 35, is ready!

I would very much like to thank you guys for your patience (whether you wanted to have it or not) – it really does mean a lot to me!  And, on that note and without further ado and other such clichés as are appropriate, catch!

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Told-ja so: STC, Ch. 34, is up!

I hope you guys like!!  Assuming the universe is all kind and shit I’ll maybe actually even get a chance to (hopefully) reply to (hopefully) all your (hopefully) kind comments on this chapter (hopefully). 

Hopefully.

I hate when I can’t because you guys are great.

*sigh*

Enjoy!

Let me know what you think, and have a great one (the “one” being entirely up to you, natch…).

~Mer

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Generic NOT A CHAPTER Update – ignore at will

Dearest Darling Readers-Mine,

I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN YOU!  YOU ARE STILL MY SWEET AND BELOVED KICK-ASS READER-WARRIORS!!!

RL, however, has decided to interfere with my writing processes to the point that I’m perma-glaring at her ass.   The Moon gave me several false starts but at least STC has finally (FINALLY) decided to play nice.  I’ve basically given up on EN: ATS and Decisions for right now.   They’re the least popular current works so they receive the least enthusiasm so *flibbith*.

But…EVERY DAMN TIME I sit down to even THINK about working on One Night, srsly, something happens.  I get interrupted by people with Things That Will Not Wait even though they fucking well could.  The dog got sick (she had a 3-day bout of Where The Hell Did This Come From doggy-diarrhea-poos…that was fun…); the cat got super-sick (he ended up staying at the vets for 3 nights/4 days – and it wasn’t a cruise – with a SERIOUSLY bad case of urinary tract crystals and is now on a $uper-$pendy diet and with instructions to keep track more/less of “how many cat pee balls are in his box” to make SURE he’s peeing enough) and, last but not least, *I* got sick (stress/allergies/not enough sleep will do that to ya, young padawan).    Srsly, I need a curse breaker pronto!

I still blame the cat pee balls, though (I use clumping litter – cat pees, it clumps). 

And then there was Easter.  (I have great leftovers for that curse breaker if they need incentive to, you know, magically appear…)

Oy.  I need a vacay…

But anyway, STC is coming along so do expect a chapter sooner than later God willin’ and the creek don’t rise/animals don’t get sick/I don’t get sick/The Thing That Will Not Wait can actually fucking wait…postage not included, this space intentionally left blank.

Love and cat pee balls,

Mer

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S is TC again, y’all – Chapter 33 is up!

Here there be vampires!  And Fairies!  And Godric!  Who’s both!!
Heh, enjoy and let me know what you think.

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(And just as a reminder, I’ve posted Chapters 39 and 40 of The Moon, too, in the past week or so, so there’s that, too.)

I didn’t spend many letters typing on and on about Eric and Godric growling and snarling in this chapter because, well, that kind of thing is understood, right?  It’s not that I forgot to describe it, right?  Nope, that’s not it at all.  Much.  Carry on…

~Mer

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The Moon, Ch. 40 – A Sookie Interlude…Sookilude? Wait…

Ok fantabulous readers-mine, this is for you.  You know Sookie’s weird-ass’d cravings and her new-fangled fairy light hands?  Remember that teleportative pop to Eric’s side several chapters back?

Moon, Ch. 39, is up!

Enjoy, and lemme know what you think…  *evil grin*  Beware any horns you might see…

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Hundreds of Place Names of Old Norse Origin in the British Isles

Of likely interest to many of my readers:

Many English villages and towns were founded by Vikings. (Photo: John Baker/ videnskab.dk)

In the 9th and 10th centuries Norwegian and Danish Vikings crossed the ocean and sailed to the British Isles, and their legacy is still very much alive: Hundreds of place- and personal names of Old Norse origin tell that the Norsemen not only came to plunder, but that many also chose to settle on the isles to the west.

A recently published article in Antiquity, international quarterly journal of archaeological research, suggests that the number of Scandinavians have been larger than previous DNA studies demonstrate: As many as between 20,000 and 35,000 Vikings may have relocated to England.

The Vikings did have a strong influence on the English language, including place- and personal names, which is the linguistic evidence for the high number of settlers, according to the language researchers.

When the Scandinavians arrived in England…

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STC, Ch. 32, is up!

No excuses, no monologue, just pure chapter semi-goodness!  Enjoy!

(Hey, I heard that…)

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ON – 4th Night – Pt 2 is up!

First, thank you very much for all your kind words and concern.  You guys are the best readers any fanfic writer could ever ask for and you’re mine-all mine-all mine!!  Ok, and other writers’, too…but that’s not the point… 

Srsly, thank you – I really do appreciate you.