Chapter 21

The other choir came in and were followed by the choirmaster. Mister Jamieson went to help them get connected up and test the devices, while Willow took Gina up to the organ with her to get ready for the Evensong practise. She started with a short piece of Bach, then played the intro to the first hymn on the list, one that most churchgoers know by heart. There was some singing from below, which heartened her. Every hymn was from memory, while Gina looked on, in awe.

As Logan adapts to his new role as a cheerleading flyer, he must navigate a world that suddenly feels vastly more imposing from his altered perspective. Intensive training for his featured position at homecoming forces him to confront new vulnerabilities as hallways become obstacle courses and once-manageable social interactions take on heightened complexity. Dr. Gupta's clinical oversight pushes his immersion into the Elle identity to new depths, leaving him increasingly trapped in a performance that's becoming disturbingly second nature.

Chapter 20

Finally, Willow and Gina could take their leave and go to the club to collect the keyboard. They were greeted by Malcolm, who gave each girl an envelope, with notes in them.

“That was a great show you put on, last night, girls.”

“Even the Bishop mentioned it in the service this morning.”

“We had the Bishop in here, last night?”

“We did, and he told everyone how much he had enjoyed it. Can we have a quick look at the back room, please? We’re thinking about your idea of a Christmas party.”

Others might see them as simple, working-class folks, but they had been the powers of my very small world when I was growing up. And here they were, assembled together, looking for all the world like some kind of family court.

After flubbing a powerful incantation, meant to give newly coronated Demon Queens the wisdom of their ancestors, Devilla Satanne awakens to memories of her past life as Jacob Divington, a human from Earth. Having gained a new perspective on life, she quickly comes to a rather horrifying conclusion: she's been a complete and utter brat! No wonder everyone hates her!

And then there's the fact that she's apparently been reincarnated as the villainess of Tower Conquest, a lesbian porn game with a surprisingly intricate plot. One in which the Heroine conquers Dimona Tower, turning Devilla's people against her in the process. In victory, the Heroine brings about a glorious age of peace between demons and humans for the first time in millennia. ...Which actually sounds pretty good for her people, come to think of it. Devilla knows her terrible behavior is beyond forgiveness, but maybe she can still make up for her past mistakes? She just needs to make sure the events of the game unfold correctly. Though there is one little detail she'd like to change - the part where Devilla herself is killed or enslaved!

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Chapter 19

When they got to Gina’s home, Willow got out and they hugged.

“I’ll be at the church in the morning to see about the hymns.”

“I’ll come and we can talk. You’re so brave. I would have just dissolved into jelly if I had been spoken to like that.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow.”

When they got home, Wendy took the CD and put it into a safe place. Then they went to change and met in the kitchen to prepare dinner.

I found only one of our bone knives was sharp enough to do it. There was a steel tool that was supposed to sharpen them, but it had rusted and could no longer do that. So we made do with the one knife, but when this session was over, I knew I needed to go to the city. When I told the others my plan, Sakura insisted on going with me.

The Interview (5)
by
Angharad.

CHAPTER 79
Life was good. We celebrated Ish’s seventh birthday by withdrawing some of our accumulated bonus money and flying out to Esperance for some seriously wet fun, including a stop on Woody Island for penguin watching. Trying to explain the why and wherefore of polar bear and iceberg absence reminded me yet again of our son’s real age, despite his literary tastes, but there were places to swim, burgers to eat and granite outcrops to play on.

Neither Maz nor I had any truck with the sexist convention that women were meant to be mothers, but we were parents, and it was wonderful, most of the time.