http://www.fiction.markantony.net Original Fiction, e-books Thu, 09 Apr 2009 13:44:16 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en                                             Chapter Two, part eight.  Glyn fought to suppress a laugh as the hapless bugler stretched himself to attention with a dignity coming form nowhere obvious. He pointed his ancient instrument at the roof and produced three blasts of an intensity sufficient to make gunpowder obsolete. The sound vibrated and echoed ... http://www.fiction.markantony.net/2008/12/18/the-bugle-sounds/                                                    Chapter two, part seven. Geriant began to speak, low and gentle and reverent. "Mother Earth," he said with a sadness enough to make a thousand bosoms heave, "Forgive thy thieving children come to steal what is thine...Taking thy family away from thee we are and well we know it. But the ... http://www.fiction.markantony.net/2008/12/10/geriants-prayer/ Best to leave him to his own thoughts, Geriant decided as they came to the arch of rock marking the entrance to the access tunnel. They entered quickly without a word and the memory of the rugged quarryman flew back to the time when he himself had gone underground for ... http://www.fiction.markantony.net/2008/12/08/inside-the-quarry/                                           Chapter two, part five. In an effort to clear his mind and to concentrate on the important issues facing him, he closed his eyes as though shutting a book, and when he opened them again, the incident with Flora had been relegated to another page the one now before him ... http://www.fiction.markantony.net/2008/12/04/the-three-crows/  He had seen her as a distant vision in those heady days when he was setting out to conquer the world, a goddess standing aloof on an island surrounded by a lake with water lilies, sunlight filtering through the trees and falling upon her in a radiance that made her ... http://www.fiction.markantony.net/2008/11/25/the-distant-dream/                                               Chapter two, part four. Flora fought against her blurring vision by resorting to a lifelong habit of pressing her toes into the soles of her fashioned shoes in an effort to distract her emotions. "We were talking of John Corbett", she said, taking a deep breath and keeping her voice ... http://www.fiction.markantony.net/2008/11/11/a-marriage-of-consequence-2/                                                      Chapter two, part three The door opened and Flora caught him with a hand clutching his stomach, her grey shot silk gown edged in black velvet with white guipure lace at the throat giving her, even at that early time of day, the appearance of having just stepped out of ... http://www.fiction.markantony.net/2008/11/06/a-marriage-of-consequence-1/                                                     Chapter two, part two  Culver Hall had fallen into a pitiful state. A succession of owners had paid scant attention to it's deteriorating condition, the gaming tables of Europe obtaining more attention over the last decade than a crumbling encumbrance in the middle of nowhere. It stood unwanted and unloved, ... http://www.fiction.markantony.net/2008/11/03/culver-hall/                                                               Chapter Two, part one.  Richard Ragway gazed through the leaded trellis of his library window, feeling nothing for the sunlight dancing on the terrace pools or the massed elegance of the daffodils banking the lawns. All he felt was a gnawing ache in his stomach, a growling from his digestive ... http://www.fiction.markantony.net/2008/10/24/the-industrialist/ Chapter one, part nine. Geriant looked at his son, saw an eagerness in his face he had only known when the natural world was involved, and he took it as a sign that his youngest was growing up at last and accepting the less romantic side of life. "At Bethesda," recounted Geriant, ... http://www.fiction.markantony.net/2008/10/20/at-the-barracks/