He realised now why the data chip referred to the Vergottern as the 'Beautiful'. Only anguish in her voice destroyed the illusion of perfection.
EXILED: Winter's Curse.
His limited nautical skills came from watching the ocean in all of her moods.
Gwilt's Tale... EXILED: Autmn's Peril
Injury had damaged his implant, his last link with home.
The tiny array of microchips heralded the approach of another exile from his home world, Rampart 6.
An assassin, driven by a microchip able to modify reasonable behavior into obsession, came to kill him.
from...EXILED: Autumn's Peril
Looking skyward, he watched a large white owl wing its way across the open sky. He envied the bird’s freedom.
From Exiled: Autumn's Peril
2 comments:
This is a beautiful post Rosalie. Really shows the mood of Caleath's Chronicles.
Thanks Wendy.. it's also great fun playing with the photos and snippets. :) Procrastination.. hmm..Shh.
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