Originally Posted By Autopia Deb Sorry about the delay (I'd forgotten I was playing, lol). Silmarillion is indeed correct.
Originally Posted By Deogges Mom "He was tall, about fifty, with darkly handsome, almost sinister features: a neatly trimmed mustache, hair turning silver at the temples, and eyes so black they were like the tinted windows of a sleek limousine - he could see out, but you couldn't see in. We were sitting in the living room of his Victorian house. It was a mansion, really, with fifteen-foot ceilings and large, well-proportioned rooms. A graceful spiral stairway rose from the center hall toward a domed skylight. There was a ballroom on the second floor. It was Mercer House, one of the last of Savannah's great houses still in private hands. Together with the walled garden and the carriage house in back, it occupied an entire city block. If Mercer House was not quite the biggest private house in Savannah, it was certainly the most grandly furnished. Architectural Digest had devoted six pages to it. A book on the interiors of the world's great houses featured it alongside Sagamore Hill, Biltmore, and Chartwell. Mercer House was the envy of house-proud Savannah. Jim Williams lived in it alone." Book
Originally Posted By Autopia Deb I always get the shakes before a drop. I've had the injections, of course, and hypnotic preparation, and it stands to reason that I can't really be afraid. The ship's psychiatrist has checked my brain waves and asked me silly questions while I was asleep and he tells me that it isn't fear it isn't antything important - it's just like the trembling of an eager race horse in the starting gate.
Originally Posted By MissCandice I was born in the Year 1632, in the City of York, of a good Family, tho' not of that Country, my Father being a Foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull.
Originally Posted By avromark "In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light."
Originally Posted By thmar The small Italian sentry was lounging placidly in the plum-colored shade of the prison camp wall, his toylike carbine propped near his leg, when the prisoner was brought in. The sentry had seen many American and British officers....
Originally Posted By thmar Any guesses? I'll complete first paragrah. ..."enter Campo Concentramento Prigionieri di Guerra 202 and had long since lost interest in them. The new one was Americano, the sentry noted through half-closed eyes. Americane boots, the kind the Americani called GI. He would gladly have given a month's wine and tobacco ration for such a pair."
