centre of the universe - the dreaming: Solano

10/29/2008: "Solano" He disappeared into the house, through the gaping maw of the open door. Marek was rooted with rage to the spot where he'd summoned his brother. Although the storm gusted around him, pelting him with straw and topsoil, he could hear Maeve's voice, screeching above the din. He knew if he let himself move, the wind would tear his house from its foundation, rip what small trees there were in the yard from the ground, tossing them into the fields. He would lose his barn, his livestock, and, in all probability, regardless of Loki's attention, his wife.

Marek closed his eyes, tried to still his thundering heart. Remembering all the beautiful times he'd spent on this land, he willed his blood to cool: the last day of sod-turning; watching new green shoots of wheat poke their heads through the dark soil; new calves bawling in the yard; Maeve, waving to him from the garden as he pushed the horses faster, faster. The roaring storm withered around him. He heard the soft percussive sound of gravel dropping from the sky.

Behind him, Loki's voice: "Brother." Marek opened his eyes, but did not face Loki. "She is not mine."

"I am well aware of that, Liar."

"Marek, I did not do this thing. It is not my charm."

Marek whipped around, Loki's throat caught in his massive hand in the blink of an eye. "You will not leave here, Liar, until you unmake what you have made."

Although his throat was crushed, the words slithered from Loki's mouth: "It is not my charm, Marek. Kill me if you wish. She has Secrets."

Whorls of newly-fallen sand swirled up around Marek's feet.

"Pipe Wrench Guy" "Speaking of dreaming..."

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Cori , on Thursday, 30th October:

One month!

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