Tag Archives: Stuart France and Sue Vincent

The tomb and the missing skull

If the only way I can get out and play at the moment is to revisit old haunts, then so be it. Four years ago, I stumbled across a church with some wonderful stories and a fantastic tomb… In the … Continue reading

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Encryption…

* Now they had unleashed the hounds the outcome of the chase was inevitable. One shard of memory alone held hope… Slipping into the museum without paying could only encourage capture… The dark arches spoke of deep secrets too arcane … Continue reading

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Solent Sheen…

* Darkness is not Nasty. Darkness knows no Spite. Earth’s shadow is Natural As a Day’s sun birthed from Night. * Reblogged from France & Vincent

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…not as we know it. ~ Stuart France

* …Moments later the bars of blue light shimmered into three tightly clad figures. Kirk, glanced expectantly around the room and sighed. Spock arched a well manicured eye-brow skyward. “An empty writing room,” pronounced Sulu, somewhat redundantly. Kirk’s hand held … Continue reading

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Finding Don and Wen ~ Stuart France and Sue Vincent

Dear Don, Whoo hoo! Finding Don & Wen is now live! I really enjoyed getting this one put together. Who would have thought it would work out quite so well? Can you believe how much stuff we were already working … Continue reading

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Anomalies…

* In the Land of the Living Heart, Angus was playing ball. The sphere of light span and soared in and around and about his aura, as he juggled, and laughed… like tiny bells, chiming. Just then, the Dagda went … Continue reading

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Another Green World?…

* The infant souls crouched in the tunnel. Water trickled and dripped… echoing… Raven’s claws scratched and scuttled, drowning the echoes; he paused and tilted his head: his moon-eyes flashed. Continue reading at France & Vincent

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God-Man…

* …“But the Angles were a British tribe, right? And the Saxons were German?” We are back in Wen’s study after the half triumph of the first of our Glastonbury talks, which aside from a few timing problems, went as … Continue reading

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Eggses!…

* The egg… of Conception. The egg… of Birth. The egg… of Life. The egg… of Death. * Reblogged from France & Vincent

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Tom Banjo…

* Down the dark stairwell,  a silent progress plotted. ‘Twas death in that  house were Tom but spotted. …He reached the door, a tree clad Owl hooted. Three seconds more and Tom was Seven League Booted. One stride it took … Continue reading

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