The elusive wolverine (Gulo gulo) has a fearsome reputation. It is the largest member in the weasel family. They are ferocious and are feared by every animal in the woods and mountains. They live in cold climates, have a small amount of enemies and are great at hunting.

OH MAN! I’M IN so much trouble!” Leo cried, running as fast as he could. His face wore misery, anxiety and worry. I wonder what's happened to her this time, Julius wondered. Last time she screamed like that was when she said she saw a shark in the neighbor’s kiddie pool while she was swinging over their fence.

Horace tripped over a log. “Ouch!” he cried. The Club stopped and looked back at him, waiting for Horace to get up. “Don’t worry guys,” Horace said, rubbing his knee. "I just bruised it a little. Go on ahead.”

Leo nodded.

“Come on guys,” Julius said.

you think
--ugh--shall I always be this
heartless
when it comes to movies
and books?
then you hear
a song
that works its way from your tearducts
until you're blinking
...rapidly...
holding it back
because
i remember your blue eyes
just makes its way to you
and
he took my childhood
does, too
for whatever reason
and then you smile
(ironic)
because, you know,
you love that
feeling
of being so taken by a song
that you strain to hear the words

Chapter Six

You know... the Alps are really pretty... when you’re not driving in them. Really, what was I thinking when I told my brother I would be fine following him in his truck. Apparently I had too many pancakes or maybe Marie spiked the syrup or something, 'cuz I feel like crap and the “recomputing” mechanical woman's voice that rings through the car feels too much like yesterday. Talk about deja’vu.

The only thing different about today, is that Maurise isn't with me. Which means this whole first part of this chapter should be bleeped.

#1
Oh sweet,
Are thy lips,
Missing a beat,
My heart skips,
The ground far below,
My feet dangling,
As I fly higher than thee sparrow,
My arms tangling,
Around your neck.
Oh sweet love never leave,
Nor reck,
Leaving me to grieve.
Stay with my oh loved one,
Kiss me sweetly,
Do not leave my heart broken,
Oh so neatly,
Does fate work with Love,
But who could argue?
You fit me like a glove,
How could I subdue,
My kisses and hugs?
When I'm' overcome,

Canto V. Glory

The disciples believed; it was true; they saw.
We have not seen, but can still be in awe.
Don’t doubt like Thomas, unbelieving,
Until Jesus was before him and he was touching, seeing.

“Have you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”

It came about as God had spoken, just as He said,
Jesus was killed and then raised from the dead.
He atoned for our sin and now is on high,
For those that believe, we’ll never truly die.

Craigin strode with Bart near the front of the line, while the rest of our group mingled with the soldiers. I sidled up to a lad about my age and struck up a conversation.

“Hi. My name is Torinnir, but you can call me Tory.”

“Volny.”

“Nice to meet you, Volny.”

“The same.” He nodded in a curt manner. He was decidedly lacking in the finer arts of conversation.

“Ever, you know…do this before?” I asked. I wasn’t too good at conversing myself and my repertoire was becoming severely strained.

brown-eyed boy met four-eyed girl
six years ago now? almost seven
so when the ones syrup deep shot through with glass grass green
meet mirror reflecting window strong in numbers
lip corners turn skyward without knowing why
she returns from hot sun country lovely shulammite dark
she has not set free one or two “dear my friend” letters but
always writing multitasking while they catch up she scribbles
he thinks this message is mine and so it is
but little does she know he can read upside down

We're back on track with the main story arc, though I did enjoy writing Gianna's hidden tale. I promise that when I go back through the story in the first revision that there will be more of Gianna. For now, though, I need to get the MC story down... any side story threads are going to have to wait until 2013.

To make sense, place yourself where this one left off:
www.apricotpie.com/marlene-e-schuler/taverner-chronicles-one-summers-ni…

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drawn from the ocean
in a backwards flight
as if God grabbed a remote
and swiftly pressed rewind

i’m drawn in the air
and i’m drawn into the sky
nesting in a white-grey cloud
pillowed and divine

along with a thousand other drops
who furl around; condense
bound together by nature’s pull
and varied circumstance

those drops nested by the sand
they’ll stay pressed in the depths
of cake-like mud and rainbow fish
opposing omnipresence