The marble floors of the palace’s hallway clicked and clacked as hard leather riding boots strode briskly across it. Armand Velarois, the Captain of the Guard, was rarely one to break schedule, and the recent events had given him much more reason than usual to keep on pace.

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Red was the first thing Josh saw. It was a deep, faded red light that seemed to distantly shine in a sea of black. At first he thought he might just be staring into space, or possibly even a deep ocean floor. As the light grew more intense, it changed to a lighter red, then orange, then almost completely yellow. Josh finally realized he was seeing a bright light through his still closed eyelids.

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Sam didn’t feel so much like he was falling through the white space. It wasn’t an experience so much like gravity. It felt a lot more like he was in a vacuum and had just been shot straight out of cannon. The sensation was excruciatingly confusing. He felt as though he were going to be sick, but didn’t know where to throw up given the absence of gravity. He also couldn’t get a bearing on how much time had passed while he was falling. Minutes? Centuries? Seconds? He really couldn’t tell.

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The bayou felt empty in spite of it being midday. The sun was already beating down on the riverbanks and the murky water. The tide was gently ebbing and flowing, causing the saltwater fishing boat tied to the dock to bob up and down. The only sounds were the blaring calls of cicadas and the opening chords of Bad Moon Rising playing over the boat’s speakers.

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Hello, folks.

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Yep, I'm back.

Some of you might have noticed that I wasn't able to do much or even get online here for the past three or four days. This is because my new apartment, which is actually kind of nice, has no interwebs. So for the next month, I'm likely going to be checking in pretty infrequently. Just a heads up.

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I am seriously frustrated.

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Introduction

Hello again.

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What's up wasteland? This is three dooowwwg and you're listening to Galaxy News Radio-

Whoops. Wrong personality matrix. Instead, it's your friendly neighborhood Commander reporting in with some news.

So, before I'm bombarded with this question, yes Chapter Three of Starcrossed is coming along well. Slow, but well. I estimate I am somewhere around the 60% complete mark with the rough draft and will soon be handing it to my proofreader when it is finished.

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So, as some of you might have guessed from my comments or even my title, the Commander loves going out on the boat. As a matter of fact, I spent all day today working with my dad to get her shined up and sea worthy again after putting her away for the winter. So we gave the engine a dry run on land for about an hour, deep cleaned her, cast her into the water, and continued to give her a sea trial for another hour and a half. We even gave it a bit of a stress test by letting me take the helm and

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