Book Two, Chapter Thirty-Two: Never a Breath You Can Afford to Waste

Disclaimer One: This chapter is rated R.

Disclaimer Two: I’m sorry.

Many thanks to Pyrelle who did the first draft of the smutty parts so I could work through my writer’s block

“So, Onmund said something interesting today,” Lydia said as she unpacked her satchel, placing the food she procured from the market on the table.

“Really?” Elspeth looked up from her tea and the pile of letters she was reading. They had only just arrived home the evening prior, and even Elspeth hadn’t seen Onmund yet. She was planning a visit to Silent Moons camp, just a soon as she finished reviewing her correspondence.  

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Your Hands Only, Disaster Mail: #4

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Your Hands Only is a new weekly(ish) feature in which our author, by way of correspondence, will share authorial insights into her creative process as she attempts to finish this epic disaster. She will attempt to keep spoilers to a minimum but there will be some so proceed with caution. Readers are welcome to submit questions and letters to elspethaurilie@gmail.com. Queries may also be left in the comments. Continue reading

Your Hands Only, Disaster Mail: #1

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Your Hands Only is a new weekly feature in which our author, by way of correspondence, will share authorial insights into her creative process as she attempts to finish this epic disaster. She will attempt to  keep spoilers to a minimum but there will be some so proceed with caution. Readers are welcome to submit questions and letters to elspethaurilie@gmail.com. Queries may also be left in the comments. Continue reading

In the Meantime III: Onmund’s Solace

Author’s note: I triple pinkie swear that I will get back to the main story immediately. But since I can’t stop thinking about what’s going on with other characters I figure I might as well share my thoughts with everyone. Anyway, enjoy!

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It was late afternoon when they arrived in Windhelm, Onmund’s stomach growing tighter with each step once the city walls came into view. He’d been eager to take jobs that would get him out of Winterhold, but now the memory of his last time in Windhelm with Elspeth was suddenly fresh. Continue reading