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Crylok lanced forward with the might of swords and chariots, confident in sealing away the poet once and for all. But Variol simply pulled away the power of the minstrel, of the intellect, and the iron and the wheel became a rock, a stick, the slapping hands of feces-covered primates. The War-God’s power scattered and swirled about the chamber, blowing out the marble walls.

Then Syralis rallied, bolstering Crylok with the soaring radiance of Wisdom, and the force of military precision reconvened. Both enemies pushed forward, seeking Variol’s heart—forgetting the bulwark of his ally. They shattered on the sudden obsidian of Nella’s grim black absolute. All wisdom comes to nothing. Glory dies. All warriors are swallowed by the clay. Every candle in the Temple went out, and darkness fell over Sendroval.

Syralis countered by reaching across to Death. All this beauty will die: so counsels Wisdom! Nella reached across to War. Yet love is worth fighting for: so counsels Death! Crylok, flailing, reached across to Poetry. But in the end, only empty words remain: so mutters War. And Variol, smiling, reached across to Wisdom. Then let us turn from Darkness and live in the how to treat histiocytoma in dogs daylight while we may: so say the bards.

They stood in deadlock. The shaking of the earth grew stronger, and cracks appeared in the tiled mosaic floor. The snuffed-out candles burst into sudden conflagration, mystic torches in the dimness of the sanctuary. The River Send began to boil, and croaking toads came flooding into the byways of the how to treat histiocytoma in dogs city. The people howled and panicked. The sun in heaven burned like crimson gore.

Belated Happy Thanksgiving to my American cousins. Obviously we don’t celebrate that particular holiday over here, it’s just used to alert us to the Black Friday how to treat histiocytoma in dogs sales which has imported itself into our consciousness. From there it’s the short leap to considerations of Christmas and I how to treat histiocytoma in dogs can’t believe this year is almost over. Where did it go? In terms of TWF, I think this has proved a very successful year. We have had a greater number of submissions allowing us how to treat histiocytoma in dogs to schedule stories months ahead of time. I have also been very pleased to have seen stories how to treat histiocytoma in dogs from LGBT+ writers (we could do with more though), women performing on a pretty equal basis to men AND how to treat histiocytoma in dogs what delights me even more are the slowly increasing numbers how to treat histiocytoma in dogs of older writers. It shows TWF is home to all and if you how to treat histiocytoma in dogs think the group you identify with is not represented enough how to treat histiocytoma in dogs – well, you know the answer! Write and submit.

The first story in Tembling With Fear is Mother Knows how to treat histiocytoma in dogs Best by Ashley Millette shows us how the desire for how to treat histiocytoma in dogs parental approval can trigger so much horror and mayhem. We all saw it in Psycho, now we have a daughter taking centre stage. If you have children, be careful how you parent! This story was particularly satisfying because it was also a how to treat histiocytoma in dogs love story, albeit somewhat warped. It does prove however there is someone for everyone.

Adelaide stood on a pedestal in front of a floor how to treat histiocytoma in dogs length mirror, twisting to either side to examine her new dress. The lights in the fitting room were dim, masking the rows of dresses lining its perimeter. A passerby wouldn’t know what lurked behind the walls of the innocuous how to treat histiocytoma in dogs brownstone. In the 1980s it had been the popular Beatrice’s Bridal Shop but over the years it had traveled how to treat histiocytoma in dogs down the family line and fallen into disarray. Now it served as the final resting place for long how to treat histiocytoma in dogs forgotten gowns, slowly eaten away by gypsy moths and time.

Somewhere nearby a lock clinked and a door creaked open. Adelaide heard something heavy thump against the wall as Carl how to treat histiocytoma in dogs made his way through the darkness toward her. They hadn’t gotten around to replacing all of the lights yet. A sly smile slid across her face as he entered how to treat histiocytoma in dogs the spacious fitting room, his reflection fracturing and reforming as he made his way how to treat histiocytoma in dogs past a myriad of mirrors lining the bare walls. Grunting, Carl slid a large sack from his shoulder and let how to treat histiocytoma in dogs it fall to the ground.

“Darling, fix this won’t you?” Adelaide gestured toward the seam under her left arm, which had started to split open. Carl said nothing but was at her side instantaneously. Adelaide assessed herself in a mirror that rippled in the how to treat histiocytoma in dogs middle, evoking a fun house effect that made her stomach bulge how to treat histiocytoma in dogs and her legs shrink. She glowered at the manipulation and looked away, instead inspecting Carl’s hands as they reset the stitch in a flurry.

The doctored image had jolted her and she could no how to treat histiocytoma in dogs longer keep thoughts of Mother out of her head. Mother could be so cruel. She just wanted Adelaide to be better she had said, to be smarter and prettier. And Adelaide had tried. She earned straight A’s and glowing reviews from teachers. But it wasn’t enough. And so Adelaide decided to enter the Tuscaloosa County Beauty how to treat histiocytoma in dogs Pageant. If she could win, she could prove to Mother that she was pretty.

Adelaide prepared for weeks. From the local thrift store she procured a dress. It was old and tattered but a soft pink that how to treat histiocytoma in dogs illuminated her mousey brown hair. She fixed it up as best she could. From Mother’s jewelry box she had borrowed a pair of diamond how to treat histiocytoma in dogs earrings that glistened like the sun. Adelaide had never been one for fancy hairdos but she how to treat histiocytoma in dogs curled and sprayed and pinned until every last strand was how to treat histiocytoma in dogs in place. She left a note for Mother on the door before how to treat histiocytoma in dogs she left for the pageant. I have a wonderful surprise for you, she had written.

But it was not wonderful. The judges were cruel like Mother. They had ripped her apart, piece by piece. Judge #1 hadn’t liked her dress. It belonged in the dumpster. Judge #2 didn’t like her earrings. They were cheap and fit for a harlot. And judge #3…oh how she hated Adelaide’s hair. You’d be better off with a wig, she had said. Any wig. Adelaide was turning to flee the stage when she saw how to treat histiocytoma in dogs Mother in the audience. Mother always looked so pretty. But she shook her head in disappointment, as she often did, and a single tear slid down Adelaide’s cheek.

Mother smoked too much and drank even more and soon how to treat histiocytoma in dogs she found herself in an early grave. She’d left Adelaide nothing. And so she moved in with Carl, the mute neighbor boy who’d watched from the shadows until the day Adelaide ran how to treat histiocytoma in dogs into Judge #2. She’d seen her through the window of a shop downtown how to treat histiocytoma in dogs and followed her home. She’d only wanted to talk but the discussion became heated how to treat histiocytoma in dogs quickly, Judge #2 yelling obscenities about ugly girls who don’t know their place. Carl emerged from behind an alley dumpster and with one how to treat histiocytoma in dogs swift thrust of a shovel crushed the side of Judge how to treat histiocytoma in dogs #2’s skull into the pavement. Adelaide knew she should be horrified but she wasn’t. Instead, she ripped the beautiful (and most importantly, real) diamond earrings from the dead judge’s ears and frolicked off into the sunset with her how to treat histiocytoma in dogs Prince Charming.

Judge #1 had been an easy mark too. And she had the most beautiful dresses. Adelaide couldn’t choose a single one so Carl made her a how to treat histiocytoma in dogs new one from the lot. Carl had no interest in running the bridal shop but how to treat histiocytoma in dogs oh, how he loved to snip and stitch. Judge #3 had been more difficult. She’d moved away with no forwarding address. But when they found her leading outdoor retreats in the how to treat histiocytoma in dogs Adirondacks Carl went to fetch her. Adelaide’s eyes flitted to the lumpy sack on the ground how to treat histiocytoma in dogs before returning to her own reflection.

“I’m almost ready my love!” she announced, excitement overtaking her. Carl had finished with the seam and stood silently as how to treat histiocytoma in dogs she smoothed the beautiful dress and adjusted her new diamond how to treat histiocytoma in dogs earrings. “And now, for the final touch…” Adelaide trailed off as she pulled her mousey hair back how to treat histiocytoma in dogs into a tight bun. She gestured to Carl who kneeled down and pulled the how to treat histiocytoma in dogs sack open. A pair of feet, clad in hiking boots, spilled out, followed by the rest of a limp body. He pulled at something attached to Judge #3’s head and, when it wouldn’t give, made a single snip with his sewing scissors.

Carl stood behind her and fitted the hair onto her how to treat histiocytoma in dogs head, tucking remnants of scalp neatly underneath the hairline. Adelaide turned back to the mirror, her elation bubbling over and erupting into a smile. The long black curls fell like a dark waterfall over how to treat histiocytoma in dogs her shoulders and a single red drop slid down Adelaide’s cheek. She brushed it away.

Variol held up his hands. “Your pardon, lady. Old habits, you know. The long and short of it is, the God of War has made a pact with the how to treat histiocytoma in dogs Ultimate Powers of Hell. It was in service to that pact that the fighters how to treat histiocytoma in dogs of Gordash turned on the bards of Drimslip twenty years how to treat histiocytoma in dogs ago. But what no one perceived at the time is that, in that one act, Gordash practically deposed not one God, but four.”

“Think of it, my lady. The wisdom of Sendra: deep, but dry. How many folk heed her words, besides old men sealed away in dusty towers with their how to treat histiocytoma in dogs ancient books? It’s through songs and poetry that ordinary folk pass on how to treat histiocytoma in dogs the wisdom of the ages. With the Bard-God disenfranchised, the Goddess of Wisdom lost over half her power as how to treat histiocytoma in dogs well. And once Gordash’s treachery was consummated, the Council of Gods immediately cast him out: hence, three Gods gone. And now that warriors take no joy in war, the Goddess of Death has no tribute, save from the elderly and sick, and from honorless murderers. Four of the Pantheon’s most powerful deities, gutted at one stroke.”

Hail Satan, Archangelo … that’s been my earworm for the past week, although, it’s not quite the song I can sing in the how to treat histiocytoma in dogs day job. Year Zero has been stuck in my head since seeing how to treat histiocytoma in dogs Ghost perform last weekend. It’s been a while since I’ve had any ‘switch off’ time so having a few days not writing and instead how to treat histiocytoma in dogs enjoying a live show was wonderful. Once Monday came however, it was back to work and the evenings have been how to treat histiocytoma in dogs filled with working on the edits for my novella. This has been a great learning curve for me as how to treat histiocytoma in dogs it’s highlighted some aspects of my writing of which I how to treat histiocytoma in dogs was vaguely aware but not the extent, namely the overuse of certain words or phrases. I have faithfully written out that list and I will how to treat histiocytoma in dogs be sweeping future work for those particular terms. Next time you write a piece, remember to check your writing for overuse? That’s one thing about this writing lark, you’re always learning.

Our first story at Tembling With Fear is The Arsenal how to treat histiocytoma in dogs by David Berger and is a brilliant piece of fantasy how to treat histiocytoma in dogs writing. I checked the comment I’d put against it on submission and it said ‘Tongue-in-cheek, Pratchettesque’. This is a high compliment from me as Terry Pratchett how to treat histiocytoma in dogs is a favourite author and I absolutely adore his Discworld how to treat histiocytoma in dogs novels. I think David and Terry would’ve got on fine.

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Anticipating her opponent’s use of Music, Nella drew upon the silence of the grave: the deep, black, sound-swallowing nothingness that waits beneath the grass. But Variol didn’t try to match her strength. The Spirit of the Grass, unworshiped by men, dwelt quietly about them in the budding Spring, endlessly growing and alive. As she drove toward his body on the wings of how to treat histiocytoma in dogs oblivion, she found herself gently but tirelessly pushed back by a how to treat histiocytoma in dogs vibrancy no scythe could keep at bay.

Pivoting in mid-idea, she pushed forward with the breath of Winter, foe of Grass and friend of Death—but, slipping behind her defenses, Variol himself now called upon Yyrkana Death-Goddess. His handling of that power was far less efficient than how to treat histiocytoma in dogs the Priestess’ would be; but the difference in sheer brute force between a mere how to treat histiocytoma in dogs season and final mortality was enough to break her momentum how to treat histiocytoma in dogs once again.

As she slammed into his avatar with the full, terrible weight of her Goddess, she saw what he had done: buoyed up by Rhyme, he’d cast out webs of invocation in two opposite directions, channeling Gordash by the call to arms and Sendra by how to treat histiocytoma in dogs his stoic perseverance. In the figure of the Bard, War and Wisdom met—and he warded himself with all three. It was a brilliant move.

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