Author: Beth
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Just like a clock
Kifel didn’t hear the door open, oblivious to his stewardess standing at the entrance to his office until she cleared her throat. He paused with his pen poised above paper, glancing up. She never interrupted him unless it was important; that his son stood beside her indicated a problem. The… Read the rest…
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Persimmon Tree Tea’s Rooibos Vanilla Chai
Yes, tea again this week! I’ve been so busy the past few weeks that I’ve had little else to write about. Until now, my knowledge of chai tea was limited to knowing it was on the menu at most cafes. Well, that’s not entirely true; I had a vague idea… Read the rest…
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A small mound of stones
They were all shapes and sizes, all different colors. Some were semiprecious, glittering crystals with their markings etched in. Others were plain stone in drab hues, sometimes with the markings only painted on the surface. But they were special, just the same. Each one a treasure, a symbol—to him, at… Read the rest…
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Persimmon Tree Tea’s Ruby Orange
I was surprised and disappointed earlier this month to discover Persimmon Tree Tea’s website had no stock. All their pages indicate an indefinite hiatus, which ruffles my feathers since they’re the producers of my favorite Earl Grey and Green Pomegranate tea blends. When I made this discovery, I was unsure… Read the rest…
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As cold as the desert
The desert got cold at night. It was the same piece of advice Laele had gotten from everyone. Take an extra blanket. Take a cloak. The desert gets cold at night. As if she’d learned nothing from the guild academy, or hadn’t taken time to look up information on the… Read the rest…
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Adding artwork
I’m not sure why, but writing and art go sort of hand-in-hand. Many of the artists I’ve known have also been writers, and the writers I’ve known have also been artists. I’m a little bit of both, myself, though my husband’s art skills far surpass my own. I’ve been illustrating… Read the rest…
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The first meeting
It was not the first time he’d noticed a girl. The older he got, the more they all seemed to stand out. There were dozens of pretty maids roaming his father’s halls, some of them near his age. There were pretty girls selling goods in the market, begging his attention… Read the rest…
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