“That is a dead troll,” Donovan said, trying to sound stately but it didn’t carry. “It takes a lot to kill a troll, so scouts thought we would want to look at it,” Harkin reported. He toed the 8 foot being the lay prone on the practice greens on the east side of the castle. “They thought I would want to mount the head,” Donovan corrected. Dominique turned up her nose at the lumpy brow. Donovan took her hand. “Could it be a victim of the Sofria war?” Harkin asked. “I don’t see any weapon marks, and it isn’t deformed like the bodies at Osman’s village.” “How could you tell if a troll if a troll is deformed?” Donovan laughed. Dominique swallowed the anger, because the troll wasn’t deformed. He just wasn’t human. She had too …show more content…
Yes, elves were dying in increasing numbers. Yes, they found a dead village Pech. Still, the stories of death and destruction outside Lord Donovan’s castle began to fade for Dominique as she focused on the life within her. Yes it was all very sad, but it was far away now. All would be well, Dominique told herself. One morning the week after Dominique announced she was pregnant, she paced the balcony with a teething Gabby, whose father had succumbed to her bright smile and chirping laugh. “You will be so good with a child,” Ann said. “How do you do it?” “I think about what my own mother would do…then do the opposite.” “I hope yours is a boy. To have an heir as steady as you would be a good thing.” “I’m hoping for healthy this go around. Donovan will have a lifetime to create an heir.” “An heir and spare: that is what you need.” Gabby sniffed, and Dominique rubbed her gums with her free hand. Dominique’s eyes were looking over towards the mountain, but she saw Donovan playing with their boys. Teaching them to ride horses. She could picture Donovan taking their boys into the Great Hall to hear court cases. Her daydreams were interrupted as she noticed a large pink dome rising above the tree line. At first, Dominique thought her eyes were playing tricks because the dome just discolored the sky faintly. “Ann, come look at this.” Scanning, the horizon, it took Ann a moment to see it. “It is still
“My situation is very different. It would make no difference if Joan and I adopted.”
“There's been a series of murders surrounding the village,” she continues. “They appear to be bear attacks, but this afternoon I found sets of footprints.”
Joan flung herself down on the dewy grass in the garden and tore open the letter marked with a number one in the corner. She savored every word. Perceval described the hardships of travel, the fact they’d mostly come upon eerie empty villages, and that they’d dealt with ambushes well. There had been no loss of life on Camelot’s end, only a few cuts and bruises.
Squinting towards the sky, she had noticed that the sky was freckled with stars and each star lowered her fear since it brought endless amount of memories about her and her loved-ones. A
"She's very good for him and that wedding couldn't come sooner as far as the Pattinson clan are concerned,"
“Look at me.” With a gentle nudge, he tilted her face back toward him. “You and Wallace are all I need. If we have more children, wonderful. If not, I am perfectly satisfied with the two of you.”
“Doesn’t that only occur when someone suffers from extreme damage to their body?” Aurelia asked, upset.
“Right, then. I’d be happy to call you a son. But remember, you are lucky to have my daughter.”
“Am I hearing you properly?” Antoneso laughed mirthlessly. “Since when did you think that she belonged to you?”
She paused and turned to look at him in confusion. "No. I think it would be fine. Why?"
“Wouldn’t we see that in the rest of the blood around the area? There’s nothing,” she marvelled.
"Well, you are going to be a "big brother" and take care of the youngest. You'll also be showing him how to live like a normal boy."
“Henry, I've been thinking, we're always so busy and we could really use some help with the kids. If my mother were willing to join us and become a full time grandmother, would you have any objection? She's only see little Lance twice and you know how much she likes you. We could really use someone we can count one to be there, no matter what.”
"Well, it is in disdain that I inform you that I am pregnant with a child," I paused for effect, "Your child."
"Potter, Potter, you two are very similar to your parents, plenty of courage, very talented and integrity."