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#WordWeavers Who would die first/last in a horror movie?

I don't watch horror movies so I have no basis for judgment.

#WritersCoffeeClub How might you summarise your WIP for the blurb?

*Lady Cecelia's Journey*: Love blossoms between two young women, aristocrat and commoner, who risk everything to pursue a life together, in face of family and societal disapproval. Their hopes take them from their small town, across the island, to the Capital following the passionate dream that they can be together openly.

Cecelia sighed to finally be off her sore feet. Helia clung to her and giggled to feel the muscles of the horse move under her.
When they reached the end of the field, the corporal carefully latched the gate before continuing on.
Cecelia looked on curiously.
"So the other horses don't wander off…" he explained.
Cecelia was touched by the corporal's thoughtfulness.
"Were you a farmer?" she asked.
"We basically all were. Before the Duke came." He sighed.

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Hillsong barked orders. The soldiers reformed in ranks and took up the march again.
The lumbermen had abandoned the draft horses. At a word, the corporal collected one, a huge gray percheron. He left the bridle, but removed the harness. Then he led it over to Cecelia & Helia. It was enormous, towering over the girls. It chuffed when Helia patted its nose.
"Let me help you up," he said.
He boosted them up on its broad back and then led the horse across the field, following the soldiers.

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#WordWeavers Are your MCs conflicted with their religious beliefs?

What religious beliefs?

After it rains, Tanuki-chan always loves to drink the "bench water". #DogsOfMastodon

Once the soldiers had secured the far bank, Hillsong walked over to Cecelia.
"Pardon me, Milady," he said, bowing. Then he scooped her up in his arms. She struggled for a moment then realized what he was doing & relaxed.
He nodded at the corporal who similarly picked up Helia. The two men walked down the bank & waded across the muddy river holding them above the water.
"You're a in real #pickle," she said to him as he carried her across.
He sighed.
"The Duke does not tolerate failure."

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Weeds growing up between bricks. Maybe red sandspurry? #WeedScrolling

#WritersCoffeeClub Does your WIP have an epilogue? Share a snippet. How do you feel about epilogues?

*Lady Cecelia's Journey* does not have an epilogue. *Revin's Heart* sorta does, to tie up loose ends:

"They seemed to think they had absconded with the bulk of the treasury of Havelock, yet when they arrived, there was no money."
"Huh," Revin said blushing, in spite of himself. "I guess they must have been mistaken."
"Mistaken," Queen Momoire growled. "Is that what you call that?"

#WordWeavers Any MC's that are pregnant or nursing on page?

No comment.

When Elon Musk says, "My son," he is asserting his ownership over them — even over the self-determination of their own identity. The right-wing mindset is that some people (namely, white men) should get to own other people (chiefly women, children, and people of color). We must never compromise on this principle and dedicate ourselves to stopping those who would.

Rose of Sharon. #BloomScrolling

Chaos reigned. The men on the far side, at the direction of Sergeant Baker, had sawed through timbers of the bridge and used huge draft horses to pull the bridge over. Now, they began to throw stones at the men thrashing in the water. The soldiers quailed for a moment, unsure what to do.
Major Hillsong, an island of lucidity among the madness that surrounded him bellowed, "Charge!"
The soldiers of Havelock waded across the muddy river & the handful of stone-throwing lumbermen fell back.

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A casemate of Fort Macon, a pre-Civil-War era fort in North Carolina. #SilentSunday

Tanuki-chan loves to visit the Berkshire Brewing Company, even if she is isn't old enough to have beer (not even in dog years!) #DogsOfMastodon

*Eurycea* spp. at Pine Hills Reserve, Crawfordsville, Indiana (Oct 16, 2004). #SalamanderSaturday

I learned today that I had a photo selected for the 2025 Head in the Clouds Amherst Calendar. ❤️ https://headinthecloudsamherst.blogspot.com/

#WordWeavers Do your MC's dreams change during the story?

Using the familiar bond, Tseluna closed her eyes and slipped into Rory's dreaming mind. She found herself standing in a freshly plowed field where he was sitting on the ground rowing with a pair of oars while birds wheeled overhead making raucous cries.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"The miner said the alcohol was too long," he mumbled. "I'm going to catch a rock in the water barrel."
Tseluna snorted with laughter.

#WritersCoffeeClub Is everything tied up at the end, or are there questions remaining? Can you give us a hint/clue/cryptic clue?

HEA, all the way!

The soldiers marched south through the night. Before long, Cecelia and Helia were scratched and sore from walking barefoot.
The cloudy sky grew #pallid as the dawn approached.
Cecelia heard when the lead ranks began to cross a wooden bridge.
"Ware!" Hillsong suddenly bellowed. "Pull back!"
With the sound of wrenching timber, the bridge toppled over sideways. Dozens of soldiers spilled into the muddy water.
"Take that, dogs of Havelock!" hooted Sergeant Baker from across the river.

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