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A Peyton Family Christmas
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Holiday Cheer, Southern Arcana Style
A free short story set after Crossroads and before Deadlock. This story contains major spoilers for Crossroads. Read with caution!
Life has settled down for Nicole Peyton and Derek Gabriel. They've fought battles and won, but friends and family still struggle with the scars. During their first Christmas together, surrounded by the people they love most, Derek and Nick give each other the less tangible gifts that matter most--and the too tangible gifts that mean forever.
A Peyton Family Christmas
"I didn't steal the jet." Nick tightened her grip on the ranch truck's cold steering wheel and cast a sidelong glance at her passenger. "I borrowed it."
"Uh-huh." Next to her, Kat squinted out through the frosted window. "I can't remember the last time I saw this much snow."
"A white Christmas." Derek had been enjoying it, but it paled next to how much he wanted to see his baby cousin. "He's going to be so glad to see you."
"Who, Derek?" Before Nick could answer, Kat half-laughed. "No, of course Derek. Luciano and your dad probably aren't breathless with anticipation or anything."
"We've all missed you."
"I missed you too. I've just…been busy."
You didn't have to be an empath of Kat's caliber to hear the lie, but Nick let it slide. "Mahalia's here, you know. For the holidays."
"Yeah?" For the first time since Nick had coaxed Kat out of her dim, cluttered apartment, the girl seemed to brighten a little. "I thought she'd be back in Boca by now."
She probably would have been if Nick's father hadn't asked her to stay. "My dad is a little worried about Michelle. Well, he's worried about Michelle's worrying, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah. I'll be able to tell. If she's worrying too much, I mean."
Again, you didn't need to be an empath to know. "She is, definitely, but there's no way around it." It had been long enough for Nick's shock to wear off and the grim reality to set in. "The love of her life is dead, and the only thing keeping her alive is this charade with Luciano."
A quiet noise of sympathy escaped Kat. "Poor Michelle."
Driving with tears in her eyes was a recipe for disaster, so Nick dashed them away and shook her head. "You're going to like Luciano. He's a good guy."
"He must be." Kat's borrowed winter coat rustled as she turned a little in the seat. "Have you heard anything about how Andrew's doing?"
According to Alec, her main source for updates, Andrew had had a rough time of it, but was doing surprisingly well. "He's making it. A strong wolf, which makes it harder in some ways, but he'll be all right."
"For sure? There's nothing else that can go wrong?"
"No." Pretty much everything that could have changed or gone south in Andrew's life already had. "He's going to be fine, Kat. He's still himself, and he's doing a good job of getting the wolf under control."
"Okay. He's fine." Kat sucked in a breath and let it out in a gusty, tired sigh. "New problem. I, uh, didn't know I was coming up here. Obviously."
"I didn't kidnap you, either," Nick said automatically, just in case. "What do you need? Clothes? Contact lens solution?"
"Presents." She sounded honestly concerned. "I don't have presents for anyone."
It was so unexpected that Nick blinked. "You're worried about stuff?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Kat's cheeks turning bright pink. "It's Christmas. I don't have anything to give everyone."
"Hey, you're here. That's a million times better than stuff."
Kat wrinkled her nose in a gesture Nick hadn't seen in months. "Depends on who you ask."
Almost a joke, and it gave Nick hope. "Ask your cousin in about ten minutes, because this is it. The ranch."
Kat turned to look out the window again, a little of her old curiosity bubbling to the surface. "So it's ten minutes from here to the main house?"
"Mostly because the road winds around some foothills. The ranch isn't actually that big. Just horses."
"Everything I know about horse ranches I learned from questionably accurate books."
"Mm-hmm. I know all about your dirty cowboy fetish. Plus, I saw the romance novels you and Mackenzie sent up for Michelle."
Kat actually smiled. "If there aren't ten stupidly hot men working for Luciano, I'm going back home."
Nick laughed. "There are a few, and if you tell your cousin I said so, I'll deny it."
"No one with eyes would believe it," Kat murmured. "You don't see anyone else."
No, there had been only Derek, for so long it still seemed surreal that he'd put a ring on her hand and promised to marry her. "I better not have to come and drag your ass to the wedding on a purloined jet, by the way."
"You won't have to. And I thought you didn't steal the jet."
"I didn't." She cleared her throat. "My dad just doesn't know I took it."
When Kat laughed this time, it didn't sound quite so rusty. "You Peytons rebel in style. I stole Derek's car once, when I was nineteen. Never stole a private jet, though."
"Stick with me, kid." Then she snorted, because she had less than two years on Kat, but you wouldn't know if from the way everyone treated her. "Sorry, it's not funny. You're not a kid any more than I am, but everyone forgets that—including me—and it sucks."
Kat didn't bother to lie. "Yeah, sometimes. But I don't put up all that much of a fight, especially with Derek. Sometimes he needs that, and I get it."
He needed it less these days, but it was hard to tell if that translated to freedom or near abandonment for Kat. "I don't know when we'll get back down to New Orleans, but we're going to. I promise."
It had never been easy to hide things from Kat. "Your sister needs you, and I've got some stuff to work through on my own. Derek is great when you need a champion or a protector, but he's not so good at letting you pick yourself up just so you know you can."
"Especially not when he's used to thinking of himself as your guardian, I suppose."
"God help your kids, Nick. Maybe, if you're lucky, he won't lock them in a padded room until they're thirty."
After some of the difficulties Michelle had already experienced in her pregnancy, Nick would be lucky to escape that same padded room before their children were born. "Maybe he'll mellow with age?" she suggested.
"Uh-huh." Kat's lips twitched, and she tugged up the high collar on her coat, presumably to hide her smile. "Here's to hoping."
They lapsed into silence for the rest of the drive. The guest house came into view first, followed quickly by the main house, though it was hard to see anything beyond the outline of twinkling white Christmas lights in the encroaching darkness. "There it is."
"Wow." The younger woman used her mitten to clear the fogged window. "It's huge."
"Right?" Nick was accustomed to the careful use of space in the French Quarter, and it had taken her a while to get used to the sprawl of the ranch house. "You'll get lost a few times, there's no way around that."
Kat was still staring, eyes wide. "I don't know what I was expecting. All of you crushed into a house like Alec's, maybe. No wonder Luciano doesn't mind all the guests."
In addition to the second, smaller house used for visitors, Derek and Luciano had been talking about adding another wing to the main home. "Not guests," Nick corrected as she parked and shut off the engine. "Family."
"Family," Kat echoed in a whisper. "We haven't had much of that. Not since our parents died."
No, they hadn't. Nick slid her hand across the seat and squeezed Kat's. "Come on. Let's go see what kind of trouble your cousin's gotten into in my absence."
Dashing across the yard was miserable, a blast of cold so profound it made Nick's bones ache, but warmth greeted them when she slammed open the front door. "Cookies," she chattered. "I smell cookies."
Kat fumbled her mittens off and commenced a fight with the zipper on her fluffy coat. "Sugar cookies. Derek is addicted to them."
"But he never burns them." An acrid edge still lingered in the air, proof enough that whoever had been doing the baking had scorched at least one batch. "Did I miss dinner?" she called as she unzipped her own coat.
"Nick?" Derek's voice reached them before the sound of his footsteps. "I was just showing Michelle how to…" The words trailed off, and his footsteps quickened.
Next to her, Kat shifted nervously. "He can probably tell I'm—"
"Kat." Derek rounded the corner from the hallway and swept his wide-eyed cousin up into a hug that left her snow-covered boots dangling three inches off the ground. After a second, her arms went around his neck, and Nick heard the way her breath hitched when Derek murmured, "I missed you, kiddo."
The grateful look he shot her over Kat's shoulder was nothing compared to the happiness that was already melting through his shock, and it was entirely worth admitting what she'd done. "I stole the jet."
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Kat had been there for four hours, and she already had Michelle's laptop in pieces.
Derek leaned against the door frame, half watching as Kat pointed to various parts of the computer and described their function to Michelle. Nick's sister was either honestly interested or faking it so well Derek couldn't tell the difference. Either way, it was a scene just shy of surreal.
Derek ducked back into the kitchen and accepted a mug of coffee from Luciano. "Better keep an eye on her. She'll be rewiring your security system next."
"With all the protective spells Mahalia's been busy laying, the thing's dead weight now anyway." Luciano closed the last cookie tin and grinned. "Are you feeling the Christmas spirit now?"
Clearly he hadn't been as subtle as he'd thought. "I haven't had a Christmas without her in…God only knows, man. Before our parents died. Her dad and my mom were both serious about the holidays."
"You should have said something. Then again, I guess you didn't have to, after all."
No, he hadn't. He'd called Kat once or twice to invite her up for the holidays—careful conversations where he'd gritted his teeth against the urge to push her. Kat had been through hell, and he could see the chasm behind her, waiting to swallow her whole. Such a delicate balance, trying to assure he was there without making her feel trapped.
Nick must have seen how much those calls took out of him. How exhausted he would be after hanging up the phone, how worried. "I don't know how she managed it," Derek admitted, sliding onto a stool set at the counter. "Nick, I mean. Maybe Kat just needed an invitation from someone who wasn't me."
Luciano arched an eyebrow. "I wouldn't put it past your little fiancée to drag her onto the plane. Literally."
A few months ago, he might have laughed. But the last people to try to drag Kat anywhere had ended up worse than dead. Empathy, it turned out, could do some fucking scary things when fueled by a powerful gift—or powerful fear.
Derek shook off the momentary moment of bleakness and reminded himself that Kat was here, safe, and clearly willingly enough. "Maybe it's the simple fact that Nicky Peyton doesn't take 'no' for an answer. From anyone."
"No. No, she doesn't." Luciano sighed. "To be honest, I hope Michelle's like that under all the crap the Conclave heaped on her for so long."
"She is." In that fact, Derek had absolute confidence. "It'll take time, though. Her life before… I can't even imagine what she went through."
"You don't want to. I wish I didn't know."
The Conclave had feared her. Derek knew all too well what it was like to fight every day against the disdain of the ruling elite. "For better or worse, we're all out of it now. No politics here. No Conclave. Family."
"Damn straight." Luciano crossed the room and opened the pantry. "Want a little kick in your coffee? Gus stocks liqueurs sometimes."
"Lay it on me." Derek set down his mug and reached for a cookie tin. A few at the top were crisp around the edges, and remembering Michelle's cute little frown of frustration made him smile. She looked nothing like her sister most of the time, but Nick sometimes glared at things in the exact same way, with her eyebrows pulled together and her lips pursed.
Of course, Nick usually followed such an expression with curses foul enough to make a grown man flinch. Michelle had actually uttered the word drat. Derek had assured her that he'd eat the burned cookies, so he picked up three of them now. "Is anyone going in to town tomorrow? Kat's going to fret until I take her to buy some last minute gifts for everyone."
"Take my SUV." Luciano had barely driven it since having it delivered, but he'd insisted that an old pickup truck with a bench seat and questionable suspension wasn't appropriate anymore. Not with a baby on the way.
One of a dozen little ways he'd changed life at his ranch, so carefully and quietly that perhaps Michelle didn't even notice. Derek supposed that was the point—Luciano's way of taking care of the wife who was wife in name only, and still weighed down by grief.
He swallowed a mouthful of slightly singed cookie and nodded. "Thanks. After Christmas, I think Nick and I are going to buy a car of our own. Since you're pretty well stuck with us for the foreseeable future."
Luciano laughed. "Nick mentioned bringing her car up from Louisiana, but then started talking about getting a Land Rover instead."
"Car, Land Rover… Whatever works." His next bite of cookie was particularly burned, and he made a face as he rose. "I'm going to run over to the guest house and check on Nick. If Kat comes looking for me, send her over, would you?"
"Want me to have her call first?" Luciano asked with mock innocence.
Derek made a rude gesture, then slipped out the back door and braved the quick run to the guest house in his sweater, his shoulders hunched against the wind. It wasn't far, at least, and the lights glowing from the windows pooled across fresh snow that had fallen that morning.
He was shivering by the time he slipped through the front door. "Nick, you over here still?"
"I'm here." She appeared in the kitchen archway, a bowl in one hand. "Want some soup?"
"Just ate half a dozen cookies." Three long strides took him across the room, where he bent down to kiss her forehead. "You are amazing. Do I tell you that enough?"
She dropped the bowl—which, thankfully, was empty—and slid her arms around him. "I don't know. How often is enough?"
"Every day, at least." Straightening his body pulled her off the ground, but she was used to tangling her legs around his hips, and shapeshifter strength had its advantages. "How'd you do it? How'd you get her on the plane?"
"Told her she didn't have to put on a happy face or anything, but you missed her. And it's Christmas."
"How was she—" He bit his tongue, told himself not to pry. Failed. "Was she okay, when you showed up? I mean, is she putting on a happy face?"
Nick bit her lip and tilted her head. "Yeah, I think so. But it hasn't been very long, Derek. She needs time, and we can't begrudge her that. Or push her."
Kat had killed to protect the man she loved. Derek had killed to protect Nick and her family, but he'd won, and had the woman who made the fight worth it. Kat had nothing to show for what she'd done but heartache and a man who couldn't bring himself to see her. If he'd fought a challenge and had lost Nick anyway…
His throat felt tight. "Time," he agreed gruffly. "I can give her that. As much as she needs."
"Yeah." Nick laid her head on his shoulder. "This is a start. We're not right next door anymore, but we're still here for her."
We. God, he loved that word. Loved knowing that Nick would take care of Kat as surely as he'd fight for Michelle. The truest kind of comfort, having someone he could trust with the people most important to him. "When I left, she was teaching your sister about laptop motherboards."
"She was not."
"She must have had the screwdriver in her back pocket or something. Pieces of Michelle's computer are all over the table."
Nick's soft laugh tickled his skin, a precursor to the gentle scrape of her teeth. "How long do you think it'll keep them occupied?"
Over a month with her in his bed, and the barest touch still stirred him. "Not nearly long enough for everything I want to do with you."
"Obviously, you should make a list and start prioritizing." She laughed again. "I'm way ahead of you on that, because there's one thing I want to do more than anything else."
She kissed him, not an easy peck or a slow exploration, but a kiss blazing with a need that took him back to the earliest days, when instinct rode every touch and the mating urge boiled over without warning, leaving them helpless in the grip of desire.
Not so different than how it felt as he groaned and eased her higher, lips parting over hers. Except it wasn't just the mating instinct now, but also affection and love, which magnified every touch until she threw her head back with a shaky groan.
"We have to go back," she muttered. "And if we don't go now, we won't. I swear to God, I'll tie you to the bed and keep you there for a week."
Derek eased her to the ground, not because her idea didn't sound good, but because it sounded damn good—and now wasn't the time to give in to temptation. "I'm taking the SUV into town tomorrow so Kat can do some shopping. Do you need anything while we're there?"
"Can you pick something up for me at the post office?"
"Sure." See? He could talk to her. Have nice, easy discussions where no one's pants came off. So what if he had to take a step back to make sure it stayed that way? "Did you order something?"
"Mmm, sort of. It'll be addressed to you, but don't open it." She smiled, the expression tinged with nervousness. "It's your Christmas gift."
"How mysterious." He chanced another kiss, a quick peck this time, and jerked his head toward the door. "Come on, let's go save your sister and the rest of the electronics."
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"Shit." Nick snatched back her hand and examined her fingers. That was the third time she'd almost sliced off her fingernail with the gift wrap cutter. "Do you know how to work this thing? I'm going to lose a digit."
"Here." Michelle held out her hand without looking, most of her attention on the perfectly wrapped gift in front of her. "I did this every year, you know. Wrapped dozens of gifts."
"Mm-hmm." After depositing the cutter next to her growing stack of presents, Michelle flipped the current gift over and reached for a length of wide ribbon. "I bought presents for all of the people directly under the Alpha's offices. Spouses and children, too, for the ones we worked with a lot."
Nick had always bought people fruit-of-the-month subscriptions or arranged for gift baskets. "I'm bad at this holiday stuff."
"No, you're not." With deft movements, her sister wound the ribbon around the flat box and tied it, leaving two trailing ends. It looked like something she'd done often enough to relegate the movements to absentminded habit. "I always overdid it a little because it was one of the few things I could do. Shop online, wrap everything in the penthouse. It was my quiet, silly rebellion—giving the secretary's son an iPod because they never paid her enough to be able to afford one."
"It doesn't sound silly at all." Nick picked up a small box and twirled it between her hands. "Together, we can knock this stuff out. You're good at presents, and I'm good at parties. We've got it handled."
"The best Christmas ever," Michelle agreed. She finished the bow and twisted in her chair. "Except…I don't know what to give Luciano. It's all so…" She trailed off.
Marriages of convenience had to be sticky under the best of circumstances, and this was much, much more complicated. "Do you want to give him something?" Nick asked carefully.
"It's the right thing to do."
"I didn't ask that. I asked if you wanted to."
Michelle's hand dropped to her abdomen, where a loose sweater still managed to hide signs of her pregnancy. "Yes. And no."
There were no guidelines here, and Emily Post had never written about what to do in a situation like Michelle's. "You just have to do what feels right, honey. The most right, anyway, whatever that ends up being."
"He gave me my own rooms. He bought a new car, he built a crib, he's even baby-proofing his ranch for a child who's not his own." Michelle gestured helplessly to the table, where plenty of unwrapped presents towered on the far end. "Everything I buy for him ends up seeming shallow. Stupid."
"Well, here's your problem." Nick rose and walked over to pick through the pile of gifts. "You can't pay him back for doing those things with a new GPS system. You can't pay him back for it at all. That's not the way it works."
"No, I suppose not." Michelle sighed and leaned back in her chair. "Every time I feel grateful to him, I feel guilty. Like I'm not missing Aaron enough."
"They're two entirely different things," Nick asserted gently. "I'm grateful for what Luciano's done, but that has nothing to do with where my heart lies."
"Rationally, I understand. Emotionally?" She laughed, sounding a little tired. "Can I blame pregnancy hormones? I don't feel very rational about anything right now."
"Blame anything you want. Hell…" Nick nodded toward the bay window, where the snow outside glowed gently in the dim light. "Blame it on the moon."
"It is pretty tonight. It's always pretty here, though. And peaceful."
When Michelle said it like that, Nick couldn't tell if she truly appreciated the peace, or if it was just a nice way of saying boring. "Do you miss New York at all?"
"No." It came out too fast, and Nick could tell Michelle realized it. Her sister closed her eyes and shrugged helplessly. "I miss the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. Aaron always used to find an excuse for us to be there for the lighting ceremony. But everything I miss, I miss because of him, so I don't want to be there anyway."
Nick went to her and curled an arm around her shoulders. "Maybe next year. Surely we could visit Dad for that."
But Michelle shook her head. "I'm not taking my son to New York while the Conclave is there. Not for Dad, not for anyone. He can be a normal kid here."
"All right." Her sister's pain was palpable, but so was her resolve. "What do we have left to wrap?"
"The digital camera can go to Kat. Unless you think she'd like a Kindle? We could give her both…" Michelle rose and circled around the table to retrieve a flat package wrapped in brown paper, which she set on the table. "I had this made too," she said, sounding a little uncertain as she pulled a framed picture from the wrapping. "One of the ranch hands took it in for me last month."
It was a black-and-white shot of Luciano's favorite horse, one he'd raised from a foal and taken special pains to care for and train. "I think you should give it to him," Nick whispered. "Say it's from both of us if you want, but I know he'd love it."
Michelle's fingers hovered over the frame for a moment, and she nodded. "From the Peytons, then. We all have plenty of reason to thank him."
"Yeah, we do." Nick eased onto the edge of the table. "I bought part of Luciano's ranch."
Her sister froze. "You—you did what?"
"I bought a few acres down by the creek, and I had Derek's friend Andrew draft a design for me. A house plan. It's Derek's Christmas present."
Tears filled Michelle's eyes, and she blinked them away as she drew in a ragged breath. "You're staying with us."
"We're staying." It hadn't been a quick decision, and certainly not a unilateral one—though she hadn't talked to Derek about building a house. She hadn't needed to, not after he and Luciano had begun discussing additions to the main ranch house. "At least for the next year or two."
"Thank you, Nicky." Michelle twisted and wrapped her arms around Nick. "Just…thank you. To both of you."
Much more, and the gratitude Michelle imagined she owed everyone would break her. "It's as much for us as it is for you," Nick insisted, hugging her sister tight. "Derek, too. He's kind of fond of you, you know."
Michelle eased away and wiped at her cheeks. "He's wonderful. You found a good man."
"Yeah, I did." Life with Derek was better than she'd dreamed, and all because it was real. Fantasy could never measure up. "And I have it on good authority he'll make a protective but doting uncle."
"So I've heard," her sister murmured. "Kat's already issued her warnings. To be perfectly honest, I find that comforting."
Yes, she probably would. Nick made a show of rolling her eyes. "God help me if I get pregnant. Will you protect me when I'm the one he's fussing over?"
"Not a chance. Not with the way all of you hover over me."
"Hey, I've been behaving myself."
"You should take it." Nick grinned. "'Mostly behaved' is as good as it gets with me, or have you forgotten?"
"Uh-huh." Michelle pointed to the chair. "Sit down. I'm teaching you how to use the wrapping paper cutter."
"Yes, ma'am." Anything to keep the hint of sparkle in Michelle's eyes, to hold sadness at bay for a little while longer.
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Derek handed Mahalia a cup of eggnog. "If we stay in the corner, maybe Kat won't make us wear Santa hats."
She laughed. "You keep clinging to that impossible optimism, but your cousin's putting a hat on your head before the night's out."
Since she'd just coaxed Luciano into donning a cheerful red stocking cap, Derek thought Mahalia was probably correct. "Who am I kidding? If she'll keep laughing, I'll wear anything she puts on my head."
Mahalia's amusement softened into a smile. "Of course you will. And you're lucky you found a lady who needs to take care of family just as much as you do."
"I know I am." Across the room, Nick had coaxed her sister to her feet and into a reeling swing dance that Michelle navigated with effortless grace. Knowledge imparted by tutors, Michelle had confessed, because the Conclave had never allowed her to attend the dance lessons she'd wanted as a girl.
John Peyton had done everything in his power to carve out a life for both of his daughters, in spite of the obstacles. It wasn't hard to see where Nick's devotion to her family had been learned.
"That's what matters." Mahalia patted his leg. "I'm glad I convinced Kat to bring you to my bar. Though I have to admit, I didn't think it'd take you and Nicole so damn long to get it right."
Derek laughed. "That's what happens when you meddle. Us thick-skulled fools get it wrong and ruin all your plans."
"Mm-hmm, and I've learned my lesson."
"Say it isn't so. You're retiring before you marry Alec off?"
"Fate," she declared, "will take care of Alec Jacobson. Just you watch."
Fate had its hands full with Alec. Then again, who could have traced the wild path of events that had taken him from human to shapeshifter, from a man with a crush on Nick to a man who would kill for her? "Fate's sure got a funny way of doing things."
"That it does." Mahalia flashed him one last smile and rose, heading to the kitchen.
Nick stumbled over and dropped into the spot the woman had vacated with a giggle. "Pregnant and barfy, and Michelle can still dance circles around me. What's wrong with that picture?"
Derek dropped his arm across Nick's shoulders and nestled her closer against his side. "Don't worry, baby. I bet you could still kick her ass at target shooting."
She brightened. "That's true."
"'Course it is. We all have our strengths, and I like yours just fine."
An unusual blush colored her cheeks. "Yeah, you do." Then she reached under the end table by the couch and pulled out a flat, square box with a ribbon tied around it. "You haven't opened your present yet."
The box was even lighter than it looked, as if there was hardly anything inside. Derek frowned in concentration as he eased the ribbon free. "The mysterious package I picked up at the post office?"
"Part of it." The paper fell away to reveal a folio stamped with the construction company's logo. Nick reached over and eased open the leather folder. "Call it an artist's rendering, courtesy of our architect."
He recognized Andrew's work. Precise lines and neat handwriting, all of it combined to paint a picture of a gorgeous… "A farmhouse?"
"Our house," she whispered. "If you don't like the layout, Andrew said you two can work together to modify the plans. And Luciano agreed to sell me a few acres. I was thinking something by the creek…" She tucked her hair behind her ear.
Nick had been thinking about building a house. For them. He traced the edge of the top sketch with one finger and tried to think past the design to what it would mean.
A home.
"It's beautiful, baby," he murmured. "And the creek is perfect."
Nick made a soft noise and curled closer to his side. "I know you've been talking to Luciano about building additions to the house here. Maybe, in the spring, you can do this instead."
Close enough that they'd be on hand whenever Michelle needed them, but far enough away to have a little bit of privacy. And it would be their place, a place where Kat could have her own room, where he wouldn't feel awkward about inviting guests into another man's home. "Andrew did a good job."
"He was the only architect I could think of who knew you well enough to take on this project."
Nick could be sneaky, but this time he didn't have much trouble reading between the lines. "And one you think I should be talking to more often than I am?"
She shrugged one shoulder and flashed him a sheepish smile. "He's your best friend."
Across the room, Kat fiddled with her new digital camera, trying to line up a shot of Michelle and John. She was smiling, damn near laughing, but he'd known his cousin her whole life. Pain lingered in the quiet moments, when her smile faded and her eyes lost focus. She'd loved Andrew from the first moment Derek had introduced them, helpless puppy love that had grown up as she did.
Shattered, now. Andrew would never be that man again, any more than Derek could go back to being human, and Kat would never understand any more than Nick could. Nick had been born a wolf. She didn't know what it was like to wake up in a body beyond your control, in a world that wouldn't fit and instincts that wouldn't be quieted.
Nick stroked his cheek and spoke in a low-pitched whisper. "Are you okay, baby?"
"I'm supposed to protect her," he replied quietly. "But I can't, and I can't help him, either. I can't do anything."
"You can't protect her from this because no one can." Nick slid her arms around him. "There's nothing to fight here, Derek, and the only thing you can do for either of them? Is love them both enough to stop blaming yourself for what happened."
"I know." He did, that was the hell of it. He knew, because he'd done the same thing as Andrew. Pushed Nick away with both hands, for all the good it had done. And that turned out okay… "I might fly back down with Kat, then. It will give me a chance to talk to Andrew."
"I think they would both like that."
Derek grinned and eased his fingers down to her unprotected side. "And I'm going to ask your father before I steal his jet."
She laughed and twisted away from the tickling touch. "Not to point out the obvious, Gabriel, but that's called borrowing."
Before he could reply, Kat appeared, followed by a blinding flash of light that made the room appear as a ghostly inverted image until he blinked it free. "Candid shots," Kat proclaimed, grinning at them both. "This camera is so awesome it's wrong. The digital zoom is out of control."
"Michelle knows a thing or two about gift giving." Nick rose and held out her hand. "I want a few of you and Derek."
Judging by the reluctance with which Kat handed over the camera, Michelle had indeed done an excellent job. Derek let his cousin drag him to his feet and donned the required Santa hat with a dour expression he had to feign. His family was happy. Nick's family was happy. They were safe. They were together.
After the last few months of heartache, it was the best gift of all. A Christmas miracle.
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Nick almost tripped over the threshold and had to fight to keep hold of her armload of presents as she steadied herself. "How much booze did you guys put in the eggnog?"
"Enough." Even Derek seemed a little unsteady, though he was carrying twice as many packages. "Your sister takes her gift giving seriously."
"She's always loved Christmas." After a moment of trying to remember whether she held anything breakable, Nick began to carefully place the boxes and bags on the coffee table. "Can you catch the lights? Just the tree, though."
Derek deposited his stash haphazardly on the table before moving to obey. "It was a good night. Good food, family, I think I even saw your father laughing."
She peeled off her coat, sank onto the couch and kicked off her shoes. "He's happy," she said simply. Happy to have his daughters safe, not to mention… "You saw him laughing, and I'm pretty sure I saw him holding Mahalia's hand."
"Bullshit." Even in the dark, Derek seemed to have no trouble finding the plug for their Christmas tree. Lights flickered on, the steady glow of white joined by the colorful bulbs that flashed in impossible to predict patterns.
"I'd say it was the liquor talking, but I saw what I saw." She held out her arms. "Come here."
He did, but not into her arms. Instead he sank to the floor in front of her, easing his body between her knees. "Thank you, Nicky, for all the presents. Especially stealing your dad's plane."
"You're welcome." Her heart thumped, and she sat forward and framed his face with her hands. "I love you."
"I love you, too." His breath ghosted over her lips as he leaned in almost—almost—close enough to kiss her. "So what's it gonna be, Peyton? Run now, or run later?"
"It's cold outside." She slipped one hand to the back of his neck and eased it under his collar, relishing the heat of his bare skin. "Warm in here, though."
"Mmm." His hands dropped to her hips and then slipped up under her shirt. "About to get warmer."
Nick shivered and slid off the couch to land astride his lap. "On the floor, no less."
He just laughed as his fingers danced up her spine, dragging her shirt along with them. "Nothing new with that."
"No, not new." She raised her arms to let him coax her shirt over her head. His hands were strong on her skin—confident, like he was so used to touching her already that he knew exactly how to do it.
"Maybe in twenty years I'll be patient enough to make it to a bed." In spite of the teasing words, he took his time, lowering his lips to hers with only the slightest pressure. "Thirty years. Fifty, tops."
"Who cares? Floor's good enough for me." She nuzzled his jaw and wove her fingers into his hair. "The floors, walls, chairs, kitchen counter—I'm game."
"The woods." He kissed her jaw and licked a path down her throat, teasing every once in a while with a hint of teeth. "Plenty of room to run here, as long as we don't spook the horses."
"Or the ranch hands." A careful shift of her hips settled her body more closely against his, close enough to feel his arousal through their clothes. She moved again, this time with a whimper, and bit his ear.
"That's it." One hand tangled in her hair, tilted her head back to bare her throat for another bite. "Wiggle all you want. I like it."
"I know." She laughed and clutched him tight. "I want to marry you. Be your wife."
"Good thing I already proposed." This time his teeth caught the strap of her bra. "I'm not stopping for anything."
"Not even if a jolly old man with a big belly drops down the chimney?"
"Woman, your dirty talk is getting twisted."
Nick's giggle dissolved into a moan. "Yeah? I haven't even gotten to the part about the elves yet."
Derek groaned and lifted his head. "This better not be some kinky roleplay fantasy, because I'm not putting on a big red suit."
"That's okay." She tugged impatiently at his shirt. "I like you better naked anyway."
"Naked's good." The shirt fell away, leaving his chest bare to her touch. He caught both of her hands and pulled them to his shoulders with a soft growl. "Touch me, Nicky."
Her fingers curled, just a little, molding to the hard, muscled planes of his chest. She shuddered, suddenly desperate to do more, so she licked his collarbone. "Taste you?"
"Only if you want me to return the favor."
He'd do it, too—push her down to the rug and make her scream with his fingers and tongue. Nick gasped a curse and rocked down against him as she scraped her teeth over his shoulder.
Derek let out a choked noise and closed his hands on her hips. The world tilted as he lifted her, almost threw her back on the couch, then groped for the fastening on her pants. "Naked. Naked is necessary."
She lifted her hips so he could strip the denim away and clutched at the back of the couch as he started at her chin and began a slow, dedicated march down her body, dropping kisses to her collarbones and nips to the curve of her breast.
It was sheer sensual torture, and Nick whispered pleas and encouragement when he lingered over sensitive spots. Her body throbbed with pleasure and anticipation, both of which skyrocketed when he settled between her legs with a wicked smile. "Now?"
She'd beg if she had to. "Please, Derek. Make me come."
He gave her a soft touch. Knowing fingers stroking over her, teasing her with the promise of pleasure. Then his lips, his tongue, and he wasn't teasing anymore, but demanding, using his knowledge of her body in the very best way.
It made no sense that he could know her so well so quickly, but he did. Nick clutched his head, her fingers tight in his hair. She clenched her jaw, but couldn't stay silent. "Christ," she panted, arching off the cushions. "Jesus Christ."
"Come on, baby," he whispered, stroking his fingers deeper. "Come for me."
Come. Yes, another gift she could give him—the gift of her pleasure. Her trust. She sucked in a ragged breath as the tense wave crested and crashed through her, but all that escaped her lips was a whisper. His name, as much of a prayer as a plea.
His touch vanished as she drifted down, and she heard the sound of frantic rustling. He had to be looking for the box of condoms he'd stashed under the couch, and Nick groaned. "I tossed it. We used them all."
"Already?" The word came out as a snarl. A second later, she was over his shoulder, and they were already halfway to the bedroom. "We need to buy them by the pallet."
She swallowed a giggle. "That delivery might be hard to explain."
Derek spilled her onto the bed and swatted at her hip. "So have pity on me. Find a damn condom while I get my pants undone."
It took her only moments to dig through the nightstand drawer. Nick dropped the foil packet on the bed and reached for him, nipping at the flat expanse of his stomach as he opened his pants. They both pushed at his underwear, and she laid her hand over his, curling his fingers around his cock as she looked up at him. "I want you in my mouth."
He panted heavily, his eyes glazed, fingers shaking. "Honey, that'll pretty much render the condom unnecessary. Self-control's not running high right now."
He was beautiful like this, as snared by need as she. Nick dropped her hands to the bed. "I'll give you whatever you want, Derek, all you have to do is say the word."
For a moment, he stayed frozen. Then he collapsed on the bed with a groan. "Have your way with me."
Whatever she wanted, his gift to her. "You sure?" She pulled at his boots and jeans, leaving him naked on the bed. "My way's terribly dirty."
"At this point, that's about as newsworthy as electricity."
"Smartass." She knelt over him, letting her hair brush his skin. "I love watching you like this."
He reached down, wrapped those strands of hair around his fingers and tugged. "Funny, I like the view, too."
She moved slowly, closing her hand around his shaft with a light touch meant to tease.
"Nicole." His grip tightened. "Please."
"Yes." One more quick tease with her tongue, and she licked her lips and slid them down around the head of his cock. It was his turn to beg, and he did, without hesitation. The words slurred as they stumbled free, all variations of encouragement mixed with pleas, and the occasional promise to do anything she wanted if she'd take him deeper, or harder, or faster.
She did all three, trembling when he pulled her hair so hard it hurt. It was something he only did when his orgasm was imminent, when release loomed so close and sure that he forgot to be gentle or careful.
She loved it.
When he came, it was with a sound that started as her name and ended with a growl of helpless pleasure that left her shivering. Nick stroked him, every inch of her body alive with satisfaction and the knowledge that he belonged to her.
"You're mine," she murmured as she crawled up his body. "Mine, baby."
"Forever," he agreed in a raspy whisper. "You and me."
They had to pull back the covers, and they couldn't leave the Christmas lights on all night. For now, though, she wasn't about to move from the cradle of his arm. "Derek?"
"Yeah, honey?"
"If you needed for us to spend more time in New Orleans, you'd tell me, right?"
He sighed softly and shifted her until she was nestled against his side. "Michelle needs you. Right now, I think Kat needs me to let her breathe. And I'm trying. But if that changes, I'll tell you."
She exhaled a shaky sigh of relief. "You've given up so much to be here. I worry that it's too much."
"Things don't matter. Places don't matter." A finger under her chin tilted her head back. "You brought Kat here, and you gave me a kick to go see Andrew. They're the ones who matter. And since I haven't given them up, I haven't lost a damn thing."
"I'm glad." Someday, Michelle wouldn't need her to be on hand so much, and they could find their own space for good, whether it meant staying in the house Derek would build, moving back to New Orleans, or even another place entirely.
A little bit of wrangling got the blankets out from under them. Derek smoothed the covers down and curled around her. "Your sister is one of ours. So is Kat. We'll take care of them together."
She smiled and tucked her face against his shoulder. "Did Mahalia give you a stern lecture about how long we avoided each other?"
"Nope. I distracted her before she really got going. That's the secret to avoiding her stern lectures, you know."
"Damn, I should have figured that out."
"I'm tricky," he murmured around a yawn. "Damn. I think I'm getting old."
"No, you're just—" The clock in the front room began to chime the hour, a long, slow succession of twelve deep rings. "Merry Christmas, darling."
He pulled her closer. "Merry Christmas, Nicky."
She craned her neck to look out the window and smiled when she caught sight of the white flakes drifting against the glass. "It's snowing again."
"It's always snow—" Derek sat up so abruptly he nearly spilled her off the bed. "Damn it, I almost forgot your present."
Nick rolled upright, laughing. "No, you didn't."
"The most important one, then." Instead of leaving the bed, he leaned over and jerked open the bedside table. After a few moments of digging, he surfaced with a simple white envelope, which he handed to her in silence.
Inside was a folder containing pages featuring a travel agent's logo—and itinerary information. "We're going to Barbados?"
"Over Kat's spring break," he confirmed, sounding the tiniest bit nervous. "Your father's already made arrangements for Michelle and Luciano to come, too. Just family. And a beach."
A word on the reservations confirmation caught her eye, and she sucked in a breath as she realized what he was saying. "Our wedding?"
"If you want something else, somewhere else, we can change it. Any of it. I just thought—why wait?"
Why wait? He'd planned the entire thing to be precisely what she'd talked about, the perfect way to confirm what they'd already begun—a life together—but his nervousness was unmistakable. "It's just right," she hurriedly reassured him. "Exactly what I wanted."
"Thank God." Derek flopped back against the bed, heaving a sigh. "I told Kat, and she asked me if I was an idiot. So I got worried."
Nick shook her head and laid the open folder on his stomach so she could examine the tickets and brochures. "If you'd planned some sort of stuffy formal affair, I might be asking you the same thing. But this… This is awesome."
"Not going to kill me for making arrangements for our wedding, then?"
"What? No." She leaned over and kissed him. "I gave you house plans, baby. This is arguably less presumptuous."
"Maybe." He caught her lower lip between his teeth with an amused noise. "It's okay. You're cute when you're presumptuous."
"Mmm, but will I still be cute when I'm an old married woman?"
"Nope. You'll be mine."
It didn't get any better than hearing him lay claim to her the way she had with him. Nick held his gaze as she gathered the papers and tossed them on the nightstand. "How tired are you?"
Derek stretched his arms over his head, then rolled from the bed. "You owe me a run. A race. To the creek and back, and the winner gets whatever they want."
She reclined there on her side, crossing one leg over the other as she pretended to consider his proposition. "When you decide to embrace your inner wolf, you don't mess around."
"I don't have to hate it anymore." His smile lit up his whole face, even those bright blue eyes that watched her like she was the best thing in the world. "You made it okay. You made it fun."
His happiness matched her own, and both warmed her so thoroughly she probably could have braved the icy chill outside the guest house without the benefit of fur. "We made it fun. We're crazy in love, remember?"
"In love and crazy," he agreed, backing toward the door. "Come on, Nicole Peyton. Get wolfy with me."
She climbed off the bed and followed. "I'm smaller and faster, so I'm bound to win. Or is that what you're counting on?"
"Maybe I'm counting on the fact that you like getting caught." Derek hauled open the front door, letting in a burst of cold air. "Run."
Nick knelt and shifted, using the bump of magic to fuel a charge past Derek and out the door. It would take him precious moments to secure the door and follow, but she knew he would.
She did, after all, love getting caught.
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Professors Kyle Rollins and Kevin Franke recently were asked by the NSF-funded Geotechnical Extreme Events Reconnaissance Association (GEER) to explore possible liquefaction damage from the recent April 1 Magnitude 8.2 and April Magnitude 7.6 earthquakes near Iquique, Chile. Drs. Rollins and Franke happened to already be in Chile at the time of the earthquake; they were performing NSF-funded research to investigate the damage mechanisms of piers affected by liquefaction during the massive Magnitude 8.8 earthquake near Concepcion in 2010.
The Iquique earthquake sequence resulted in over 2,500 structures damaged and a total of seven fatalities. A tsunami of up to two meters was reported in Iquique, Pisagua, and Africa, but little damage resulted. Drs. Rollins and Franke worked with Chilean researchers from the Universidad Católica de Chile and the Universidad de Concepción to investigate the liquefaction damage that resulted from the earthquakes. The reconnaissance team found and documented significant liquefaction damage at the port in Iquique and at a few bridges along the Ruta 5 highway between Iquique and Arica. In addition, several significant slope deformations in and around Iquique were observed, many of which damaged critical transportation routes in and out of the city, creating traffic bottlenecks as a result. These case histories of liquefaction and slope deformations will be reported to GEER, and will contribute to future studies by researchers wishing to learn from these disasters.

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Boeing's rival Airbus moved swiftly after economic sanctions against Iran were lifted, working out a deal to sell 118 planes for about $27 billion. Bloomberg News described the Airbus deal as a "bonanza" for the company.
Iran currently has about 60 Boeing aircraft in service, largely older models dating back to the 70s and 80s. Iran's aging air fleet is in fairly rough shape. The Associated Press reports that only 150 of its 250 commercial planes are flying, with the rest grounded for want of spare parts. Iran's air-safety record is characterized as "spotty."
"The United States gave Boeing a license in February to hold talks with airlines in Iran but said it would need additional approval to make sales as Iran remains subject to a number of U.S. restrictions," Reuters reports.
"Boeing faces risks and uncertain rewards as it vies with Airbus and others to replace Iran's museum-vintage fleet," Bloomberg News writes. "There's the prospect of political backlash, given Iranian hard-liners' penchant for anti-U.S. rhetoric and their attempt to prevent any American influence in the country. Boeing may also need to leave some wiggle room to back out of any deals for potential orders if the next U.S. president decides to reinstate sanctions."
For the moment, the U.S. State Department appears to be pleased by Boeing's overtures to Iran. Spokesman Mark Toner said the State Department has "seen a number of major companies making tangible plans to take advantage of the new commercial opportunities" from the end of sanctions, and promised "we are not going to stand in the way of permissible business.


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Some 6,000 England fans are expected in Kiev for England's Euro 2012 quarter-final match against Italy tonight.
Only 3,000 supporters travelled to Ukraine for the team's group stage games but hopes are rising that Roy Hodgson's side could make it further than they have done in any recent tournament.
England's fans are expected to outnumber Italians, who do not traditionally follow the national team abroad en masse.
Many England fans have booked flights on impulse, with British Airways using larger-than-normal planes to accommodate the increasing number of hopeful supporters.
England fans are expected to heavily outnumber their Italian counterparts in Kiev
Some optimists are also booking flights to Warsaw, for a potential semi-final clash with Germany.
Dan McEwan, 26 from north London is among the fans in Kiev, having arrived in Ukraine on Saturday afternoon.
He told Sky News he was hoping the trip would cost him less than £1,000.
"As soon as they got through against Ukraine we had to do it," he said.
"It's been 12 hours travel to get here but well worth it.
"We have to be back in work on Monday so it's a 5.35am flight out just a few hours after the game – it will be an all-nighter but we'll sleep it off on the plane."
He has travelled with friend Jamie Instone, 26, from Accrington, Lancashire.
Mr Instone said: "What has given me heart with England is that we are not trying to be a fancy European team like Barcelona. We are playing within our ability and it's working.
Hopes are high of success for Roy Hodgson's team
"Whatever Hodgson is saying to them he just needs to do it again against Italy."
Female fans are vastly outnumbered, but Sandra Farrell and Alison Taylor from Manchester have been following England by rail since their first game against France.
"It's quite funny the reaction we get from some of the men. They say, 'so, where are your husbands?' and 'are you actually here for the football?' but we just brush it off," said Miss Taylor.
"We reckon England will do it tomorrow. We've got our tickets to Warsaw booked."
The British Government is boycotting the quarter-final because of concerns over human rights abuses, including the treatment of jailed Ukrainian opposition leader Yulia Tymoshenko.
Her daughter Eugenia, who previously supported the boycott, has told Sky News she believes the British Government's presence would be a more effective statement.
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Rain and cold weather have continued to delay the opening of new buildings for Kay Road and Hunt elementary schools in Peach County, school officials announced in a news release Wednesday morning.
Because of the recent weather conditions, delays with asphalt work will not allow the schools to open in time for their previously announced Jan. 27 open house.
Peach County schools will announce a new move-in date as soon as possible after meeting with the contractor and architect.
Under the revised schedule, students in Peach County will now attend class Wednesday and Jan. 27.
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School officials already had pushed back the opening of the new elementary schools in December, when they were first scheduled to open Jan. 7. At that point, contractors could not pave the schools' driveways and parking lots because of rain.


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If you've ever been playing World of Warcraft and found yourself thinking "hey, this would be awesome if it were on a console" then you're not alone. Apparently, quite a few people want to see this as well, but it won't be happening any time soon.
Blizzard Poster, Community Manager Drysc said that "we're [Blizzard] madly in love with the PC and Mac platforms, and there are no plans at this time to bring World of Warcraft to any other platforms."
They've got a great thing going there. Why complicate it by dealing with MS or Sony?
It's fine on the PC, but I like my Lay-Z Boy better than the Desk chair. I have played on the TV from the PC, but then the wireless KYBD and Mouse are less comfortable on the lap than a controller, but you loose all the buttons and quick accessability with the controller. Oh well.
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Looking for some additional insight on this game as it appears to me that this line is very tight.
Current line is GB-13.5 O/U 50.5
I read somewhere that this is the highest point spread of MN @ GB in 50 years (possibly the expansion year of MN)
The last time they play couple of months ago, Minnesota was leading at the half 17-13. GB hung 20 points in 3rd and MN came back with 10 in the 4th to cover the 10 point spread.
So tonight the spread is 13.5, which is generally a ton of points in divisional games.
Dabbling through my database going back to '78 I was able to come up with these trends:
Divisional HF of 13.5+ are 100-23 SU, 49-68-6. So, in the 100 wins the home favorite covered 49-45-6 52% of the time (49/94)
Divisional HF of 13.5+ and 8+-0 are 10-2 SU, 6-6 ATS
On MNF, divisional HF of 13.5+ are 5-1 SU, 2-3-1 ATS (NE lost to Baltimore in 78)
Defending super bowl champions in divisional HF of 13.5+ are 19-4, 7-14-2 ATS, exclude the 95 49ers and 00 Rams and it's 16-0 SU 6-9-1 ATS
MN is bad on the road lately 3-12 SU, 4-11 ATS L15
As DD RDs MN is 2-8 SU, 3-7 ATS L 10
GB home 14-1 SU, 11-3-1 ATS L15
My opinion: I have a hard time giving 2TDs with the 30th ranked defense!
Adrian Peterson had a 175-yard rushing day against the Packers the last game. The Vikings would love to establish a run game and keep Rodgers off the field.
Finally, the Vikings generally play well and are competitive against MN.
I'm buying the 1/2 point and will take MN +14


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"The great strength of the totalitarian state is that it forces those who fear it to imitate it."
SOURCE: Graphic from inside BLDC (Black Lodge Discipline Center) courtesy Commissar CV29.
"The great strength of the totalitarian state is that it forces those who fear it to imitate it."
SOURCE: Graphic from inside BLDC (Black Lodge Discipline Center) courtesy Commissar CV29.
The commandant standing on the bed was of super-high rank, wearing a pointed black helmet of fine mesh and one bleak bar of horizontal goggle lens and erstwhile garbed in a shining black outfit of skintight design and unknown fabric origin. Her large breasts shone like bleak and deadly moons encased in the shining black fabric, one of her waspish and skeletal hands carefully holding a vial containing a green poison liquid, her other clasped triumphantly on the bar separating the bed from the cab of the military automotive.
Her waist bore a thick nylon utility belt with a harsh nursery strap hanging to one side along with implements such as night sticks, restraints and then, in the other, a bleak, long-nosed pistol in a stellar black holster. She was of the elite of the elite, a god in the flesh, the touted female known as the commandant – never seen but worshiped throughout organization-run territories as a black mistress of death, destruction and imploding schizophrenic blood lust – creeping like a mustard gas mist across the destroyed and devastated plains of a post-nuclear hell.
SOURCE: Excerpted from IRON GATES by Tempel ov Blood, published by Martinet Press 2014 (ISBN-10: 0692306587, ISBN-13: 978-0692306581) IRON GATES is a sci-fi horror / post-apocalyptic novel, detailing a bleak view of the spiritual horrors of the world-to-come. Set seventy years after a worldwide nuclear conflagration, IRON GATES allows the reader a sight into a nightmarish landscape populated by even more nightmarish characters in a hideous future which leaves little to the imagination. Brutal and unsparing, it is not suitable for readers under 18. Readers should be advised of extreme graphic content.
Graphic collage Commandant commissioned by the TOB and rendered by the artist and Satanist Erica Frevel. Original of this collage will be available for purchase directly from the artist in future and the image itself to feature in future published material set in the world of IRON GATES and published via the auspices of Martinet Press. More Art of Erica Frevel can be accessed at The Art of Erica Frevel as well as on Cargo Collective and Instagram.
"The Commissar eagerly awaited his return to the castle to get a second helping of his newest play thing, before retiring for the night. He unlocked the door to his office to find her sitting in the corner bruised from her earlier time with him. He sat down in his chair and looked at her. He patted his lap and smiled. She got up and moved towards him the fear in her eyes increased with every step she took. As soon as she got close enough he grabbed her arm and forced her over his lap. She began to cry. He pulled down her undergarments and began to slap her behind. She was screaming from the pain, her wounds from earlier were still fresh and made it that much more unbearable. With every smack he visualized the villagers being shot. He became more and more aroused. Every audible crack of flesh making contact with flesh he could hear the crack of the rifles. The villagers chests exploding, their skulls shattering from the 148gr 7.62×54 rounds. Their twitching bodies in the grave. All those he finished off with his 7 shot Nagant revolver. His excitement had reached unbearable levels. He pushed her off his lap and opened his trousers. He forced her to satisfy him with her mouth. He held her head against his member and choked her. She kept trying to reel her head back, but was forced down by his hand. She gagged and came close to vomiting. When he finished, he pushed her off himself, fixed his trousers, and had a guard come and retrieve her to be locked away in one of the living quarters. It would go on like this for days."
SOURCE: Excerpted from "The Pain Never Stops" in False Prophet Volume 1: Edition 5 published by Martinet Press 2015 (ISBN-10: 0692575502, ISBN-13: 978-0692575505) False Prophet presents an anthology of highly transgressive, amoral and oftentimes disturbing content designed for those dedicated to real-world evil without limits. Including highly predatory essays, narrative and visual illustrations centered around the nature of trauma-induced programming and other themes salient to aspiring Noctulians.
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"We never sleep!" she had once heard her father say, during that strange game in which he had dressed up in the IDF fatigues her Uncle Shraga had sent him special from Bet Ayin. And indeed, Christie never slept during those sorts of nights, when the dead fingernail moon hung limply in the sky and her mother left the meat raw on her plate as a sign, a warning.
SOURCE: Excerpted from "Flight of the Monarch" in False Prophet Volume 1: Edition 5 published by Martinet Press 2015 (ISBN-10: 0692575502, ISBN-13: 978-0692575505) False Prophet presents an anthology of highly transgressive, amoral and oftentimes disturbing content designed for those dedicated to real-world evil without limits. Including highly predatory essays, narrative and visual illustrations centered around the nature of trauma-induced programming and other themes salient to aspiring Noctulians.
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"He sat in a room in a square of the color of blood. He'd rule the whole world if there was a way that he could. He'd sit and he'd stare at the minarets on top of the towers. For he was the beast as he hatched his new plans to gain power.
One day they were looking around and the sun shone on the cold flowers. The next day they were freezing to death in the snow and the ice cold showers.
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This is craziness! It's the 23rd!! I'm obviously failing on my "blog ten times" goal for the month. I think this is …#4? Oh well. I'll give it ago again next month! This is really just a check in post to say "HELLO I'M ALIVE" because I feel bad about neglecting this site.
Ah. Anyway, yesterday was my birthday. I'm 23 now, which seems crazy. I swear, last time I checked I was an awkward 15 year old cheerleader with bad bangs and braces. Then I blinked and I was 19 and at Ohio State. Now … well, as my little sister put it, I'm old.* It was a good enough day for a birthday. 🙂 My coworkers and I had Ben and Jerry's ice cream cake which was WONDERFUL AND BEAUTIFUL and they gave me a very lovely card. I honestly love my job and every single one of the awesome people that I work with. Besides that, I didn't really do much – I had ballet, so I ended up coming home and going almost straight to bed. I didn't even eat dinner! Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday via twitter and facebook – I really, really appreciated it! 🙂
Lots of things have been happening around here, which is why I've been gone from almost everything save "the twitter", as Eric refers to it. I've read six books! I wrote the ending of my WIP and a few random scenes in between the end and where I've stopped, chronologically, and I'm very pleased with it overall. I've gone home for family stuff and saw the pup. Friends have come to visit. I've gotten some (very!) good news and some (very) bad news. I've done a lot of crying, both because I was supposed to and because I'm a crybaby. But I've done a lot of laughing too, so it hasn't been an all around bad month. I've watched barely any TV, because Comcast is terrible and keeps messing up our service.
I'm going out to dinner tonight with Tory and Eric to celebrate my birthday, since like I said, I had ballet last night and that wasn't much of a birthday celebration (or was it?) and we're going to get Vietnamese food and cupcakes. I've been dying to have clay pot chicken again from this one place near work – it was AMAZING the last time I had it. AMAZING. More amazing than you can possibly imagine and I cannot wait.
Also, I feel like we're having a revolving door of visitors lately. Alice and Drew visited this past weekend, I'm getting lunch with a friend from OSU tomorrow (he's leaving for the Peace Corps soon!) and Tricia is coming to stay with us for TWO WHOLE WEEKS AND I AM SO BEYOND EXCITED. AHH. 😀
*Kelly is 10. To her, there are three age groups: kids, teenagers, and old people. She just realized I am no longer a teenager, and thus, an old person.


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Hounslow Highways is making a splash this winter by clearing 75,000 kilograms of fallen leaves every fortnight – enough to fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool.
Hounslow Highways, who work on behalf of Hounslow Council to keep the borough clean, has dedicated leaf clearance teams. They clear leaves from two wards each week between November and January. Additionally, hotspot areas – streets which have the most falling leaves – are cleared fortnightly.
Leaves are also swept by Hounslow Highways staff on all streets as part of their normal cleansing work.
Rob Gillespie, Hounslow Highways Service Director, said: "We have looked at the information gathered over the last two seasons to enable us to better prepare for leaf clearance this year.
"By improving our understanding of leaf fall patterns within the borough, we can position our crews to visit the streets that require more immediate clearance."
Councillor Steve Curran, Leader of Hounslow Council, said: "Picking up fallen leaves at this time of year can seem like a losing battle – as soon as you sweep one pile, there's another pile to clear.
"A mild winter so far has meant that leaves haven't fallen as quickly as we would expect, but Hounslow Highways staff are doing a great job keeping the streets clear."


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B & B For Dog
10 S Potomac St, Aurora, CO 80012
(303) 856-3462
10 S Potomac St, Aurora, CO 80012
(303) 856-3462
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Phone: (303) 361-0061
Primary Phone: (303) 361-0061
Fax: (303) 361-0114
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being a former employee i think i should tell the fellow owners how there dogs are really treated. i have been debating if i should but i honestly believe it is the right thing to do. being a huge dog lover i cant have people who love there dogs as there kids think that what they see in there tour is the way things go. i got the job so excited i could finally work with the dogs well i started to notice very quickly things did not look right or fare to me. to start off i must say that if you are boarding or even daycare and you would like your dog to have a bed and a few toys maybe even a bone, he/she will not get that belonging. the staff would not want that item to be lost or damaged so they lie to the owner and tell them they got it. well they wait till that owner leaves and will tape all their belongings together and write the dogs name on them and will be put in the "cubbies". when the owner comes back to pick up there dog they will go un tape the belongings shake out a bed or blanket to make it look like it was used. and if you bring treats for your dog well at the end of the stay if there are treats left over or they completely FORGOT to give the dog treats they will throw them out to make you believe your dog got them. they will never give your dog a bone of any kind if you bring it either. most likely that will end up in the trash to. now if your dog is boarding and can have a blanket they will put un incredibly thin blanket down can only have one never two and they cut the larger blanket to smaller ones just so they have enough. or they will throw a towel down for them. another thing i can not stand is they just throw the blanket down they don't spread it out just toss it in there in a clump defiantly not comfortable for that dog if you ask me. and if they were to soil it its taken out and they do not get another one till that night. now that is about the kennels.theres much more...
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If I could give less than 1 star, I would.
As a former employee of the B&B, I feel that it is necessary to warn people how their animals are actually being treated.
First of all, Colorado law states that there is to be 1 supervisor per 15 dogs during play time. However, the B&B does not follow this law - I have been the sole supervisor for play groups consisting of 70 or more dogs. If ever a fight broke out, I would have to go through several locked fences and re-lock them in order to get to the fight and break it up. It was bad conditions for the animals and for the employees.
Second of all, if you bring your animal's blankets and toys from home to have during their stay - there is a VERY great chance that he/she will not get their toy or blanket because the staff doesn't want to be held responsible should they misplace it. Basically, it is better for the B&B staff to not give your animal their belongings than to be in trouble for losing them. Unless of course they like your animal - then they will be given their items.
If you make special requests for your animal to be in a certain kennel or a certain type of kennel, the staff will not abide by your wishes. If the facility is busy because of a holiday, they will not turn you or your animal away - they will take your money and put your animal in a box crate that you could have kept him/her in at home. If you specifically request that your animal does not go into a crate, they will do it anyway because it suits their needs.
The staff that was at the B&B while I worked there, for the most part were not very patient with the animals. Several would shout obscenities at the dogs and drag them around with leashes if they were not cooperating.
All in all, I would say that this boarding and day care facility is not worth your money. Do some research and find some where that is staffed with good people, has an adequate facility, and will properly care for your animal.


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ISCH COST Action IS0904
European Architecture beyond Europe: Sharing Research and Knowledge on Dissemination Processes, Historical Data and Material Legacy (19th-20th centuries)
This Action aims to produce a broader understanding of the worldwide spread of European architecture across empires during the 19th and 20th c. by focusing on its vectors, connections, semantics and materiality in a large range of geographic and linguistic contexts engaging both Western and non-Western environments. It posits that the bilateral colonial channel (e.g. French architecture in Algeria or British architecture in India), represented but one aspect of a larger multifaceted history. By combining architectural history with area studies' knowledge, the intention is to map and analyze more complex dissemination patterns and border-crossing relationships. Beyond architecture, the challenge is to contribute to the writing of a global history of modern European culture, including overseas expansions and transnational dynamics in its scope. To that end, this Action proposes joining efforts at the European level in collaboration with non-European researchers. A major outcome will be the development of accurate digital resources on the topic, as a first step towards the building of a research infrastructure.
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welcome to the RftG challenge, Duke. did i get it right that you wanted to join the line of challengers?i think all players in this challenge own the expansions and prefer to play all expansions/experienced/no takeovers/no RVI scenario
Ive edited my post to add TheDukester before me on the list
Yes, thank you.
I'll keep an eye on the thread from this point.
oh oh...i sense a kind of strange transformation going on with me started my career as Chancellor Jalpatine and now...slowly but steadily i'm going to feel like...Darth Jamidious i need help! someone must stop this!
Current Challenger: @geigerm
Challenger list:Js619hardcojason1002JuleshalfvoidZebracadabraSleeping GiantThe DukesterSnotty128KYakerDude
i'll send a challenge to geigerm.
hello @Jules, i have alreday 4 RftG games running in the moment.so it might be that i'll be a slowpoke in the friendly game to which you have invited me.
[edit] oh no. it's like sitting in a speeder boat. we have reached round 4 in no time
oh oh oh...geigerm's rescue shuttle was shot down, and so the dark side of The Force overwhelmed me.Evil Emperor Darth Jamidious' reign has begun! MUAHARHARR...
Current Challenger: @js619
Challenger list:hardcojason1002JuleshalfvoidZebracadabraSleeping GiantThe DukesterSnotty128KYakerDudegeigerm
i'll send a challenge to js619
Jedi JS is missing in action The Dark Force keeps growing in me! call me Evil Jemperor now
citizens of Alderaan! better start thinking about long holiday trips to one of your moons!
or might Yod'ardco be the Jedi to save the galaxy?and what about Jedi Dukenobi? a finalist from a great foreign Jedi tourney!may the Force be with all you brave challengers!
we have reached the dirty dozen of icons, so the last had to be deleted.Current Challenger: @Hardco jason1002JuleshalfvoidZebracadabraSleeping GiantThe DukesterSnotty128KYakerDudegeigermJs619
challenge sent to @Hardco
Thanks for adding me to the list again... no idea what happened in that game; suddenly I realized I was down twenty points and without a single useful card! It didn't help that we split every goal lol!
when a game has ended you can check the board, zoom in on all cards and scroll through the log. just don't tap on DONE, but close the score window by tapping X.it's a great feature for aftershow analysis.
i catched the Alien goal in my last turn, so we ended with 3:1 goals for me, no splits.and the Imperium Lords' score value kept growing by playing out those last military worlds.breaking point were the plays of Rebel Stronghold and Homeworld.
Hardco, i wonder what you wanted to say?i guess blaming the Evil in me muaharrharr...
Didn't realize you could see the game state afterwards! That clears things up - knew you had a big rebel world, but didn't realize you had two!
i felt a great disturbance in the Force...look at me ...my dental brace must have loosened and fell off.
oh, and property prices on Alderaan moons are... uhm... exploding.Jedi Master Yod'ardco has failed his mission and was sentenced to a cruel de... no, wait, to going back to the line.
Current Challenger: @jason1002 JuleshalfvoidZebracadabraSleeping GiantThe DukesterSnotty128KYakerDudegeigermJs619Hardco
challenge sent to jason1002
many Jedi had failed but strong rebel forces under command of General Jason have enforced the retreat and escape of evil Jamidious to the Outer Rim. murmuring threats like "i will return and take my revenge!" he boarded his personal yacht "Embarrassment".
republican order on Coruscant was restored and citizens are awaiting the arrival of victorious rebel forces
Well, If everybody is joining I cannot stay behind
Current Challenger: jason1002 JuleshalfvoidZebracadabraSleeping GiantThe DukesterSnotty128KYakerDudegeigermJs619HardcoJMH.75
fabulous Rebel General Jason has not proclaimed his victory yet.so i have the honor to do it. hail the rebel alliance! hail General Grie...uhm...Jason1002!
Current Challenger: @Jules
halfvoidZebracadabraSleeping GiantThe DukesterSnotty128KYakerDudegeigermJs619HardcoJMH.75JammaTal
btw The Force is strong in this thread strong enough for giving birth to a RftG league?
I'd be all for playing in an RftG league ...
... as long as the games were 1v1 only. I've found 3 or 4 player games to be tough--I'd say roughly a third of my 3/4 player games ended with one player timing out.
Yes, I am the Dice emoji, thanks JammaTal. It was a good game and I got all the rebel worlds.
a valiant rebel commander you were and 48-41 are nice scores for both of us. congrats on a well played win!
agreed on the multiplayer. i'm totally missing the "2-moves in one turn" feature (2P experienced mode) in those games. MP can be a nice diversion every now and then, but 2P is the true nature of the game. think i will create a league thread soon.
Is anyone else unable to get online right now? My online is greyed out and says "Server Unavailable" but I don't know if it is a universal thing or an issue with my device.


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Columnist Pat Buchanan gave House Speaker Representative John Boehner "A for effort," but that the GOP "is deeply divided" on Friday's "McLaughlin Group."
Buchanan stated, "I think, John, he's a good man who did the best he could, and he's got a — we've been talking previously about a schism. There is a schism in the Republican Party. He was facing rebellion, which could have successfully taken 30, 35, 40 votes away from him, which would have forced him to go to the Democrats to become speaker, and so he decided, don't go through this, pull out now. He had a wonderful day with the pope, and I would rate the guy, who's he certainly gets A for effort, but I — difficult to say, but the Values Voters Summit, these conservatives, they heard the news of Boehner's resignation, standing, roaring ovation. That's the problem with which he's got to deal. The Republican Party, John, is deeply divided."
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Cheap and Easy Digital Learning
Date(s) - 26/10/2017
10:00 am - 4:00 pm
East Anglian Railway Museum
Trainer – Paul Clifford
Introduction to the Maker Movement, Physical Computing and Constructionism – A brief overview of the world of physical/digital making and the learning theory of constructionism. The who, what, where and why.
Making in the Cultural Sector – Reasons to do it, how to do it and who to do it with. The challenges, resources and cost of making.
Maker Activities – Hands on with the tech, different learning methodologies and a hot glue gun.
Discussion, Q & A and plenary
Lunch is provided
Museums in Essex who attend at least 2 New Approaches to Learning training days (comprising Schools Resources on a Shoe String, Sustainable Schools, and Cheap and Easy Digital Learning) will be eligible to apply for bursaries of up to £500 to trial new ideas for learning and engagement. Please note you must be Accredited or Working Towards Accreditation to apply.
Visit the Essex MDO website to find out more and apply for the bursaries: https://essexmdo.com/2017/10/03/learning-engagement-grants-for-essex-museums/'
Bookings are closed for this event.


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