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The Dark Corners

It's the quiet things.  The things that I don't like to talk about, about myself. The fears that creep in when I let my guard down, or even when I keep it up, expecting...always expecting, being afraid that when things are going well, out of nowhere I'll have to face trauma, or chaos or disaster.

So, what is the answer? I can't control life - I can shut myself away where no one can find me, I can saturate myself with fear, and spread it all over every place I touch by building up defenses, and work to protect my family, my children. I can close myself off from others, and pretend that I don't feel what they feel by focusing on myself.

Or...I can meditate. "Meditate on the Word." What does that mean? It brings to mind sitting in front of the Bible with my eyes closed...but that seems counter productive. I can, however, chew on the small pieces, words of wisdom. "For God has not given us a spirit of timidity (of cowardice, craven and cringing and fawn…


I don't really know how to write an Epilogue. I've never written one before.  I certainly haven't read one in which the author's voice was so prevalent, but this is the way it is in my mind.  I've spent so much time with the characters, getting to know them and telling their story, there's a sense that I would know everything about them, in some kind of contrived future.  But, I don't really see it that way.  What happens to them...merely happens.  I can't change it, just as much as I can't reach back in time and alter the course of history.

I guess it's a good thing my subconscious likes happy endings.

Nicolai and Atlantis married not long after their reunion in the gardens of Malbrandor Palace.  It was a beautiful wedding, attended by dignitaries from all over the galaxy.  Much to the delight of both Atlantis' council and her people, she became pregnant within the year and had twin boys followed several years later by a baby girl, and in …

Chapter 8 - Part B: The End

The sun was shining across Atlantis' face.  It made her feel warm and comfortable, relaxed.  She actually couldn't remember the last time she felt so relaxed.  Come to think of it she couldn't remember what had happened for the last several hours.  She could remember putting on her wedding dress, and walking with Andoran to the great hall, she could remember the guests, and then it got fuzzy.  Really really fuzzy, in fact, she could remember taking a ceremonial drink from the priest, and that was when things got fuzzy.  She opened her eyes languidly, and looked around.  She was in her own chambers, and a fresh breeze was coming in through the open window, it was cool, like it had been raining.  Strange sounds were floating through the window, there was of course the regular commotion she could hear of traffic in the city, and the sound of the waves on the shore, but they were interrupted by the crash of a hammer, and the scream of an electric saw.  Atlantis p…