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	<title>Fiction at Courage, my friend &#187; Winter Rain</title>
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		<title>The End?</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Apr 2010 16:58:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hi all, Well, it&#8217;s been a year, and I think I have to admit to myself, and to all of you, that I&#8217;m totally blocked on Winter Rain, and that it doesn&#8217;t look to be changing. At this point, I don&#8217;t honestly know that I will ever finish it. This saddens me, but, unfortunately, it&#8217;s the way it is for now. Anna and I have been talking about ways of getting me unblocked, and, with her help, I&#8217;m going to [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 70</title>
		<link>http://couragemyfriend.org/fiction/winter-rain/story/part-70/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 11:41:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The night grows suddenly brighter and Garvey snaps upright at the sound of the kitchen door banging open. It slams shut again, hard, as I turn. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Brennan shouts. Garvey leaps to his feet, snarling, and I grab at him to pull him back. A shock of pain rolls through my head, and I cringe away from it. Brennan freezes, just out of Garvey&#8217;s range. “Please lower your voice,” I plead. “Or what,” he [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 69</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 00:43:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Chris]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter 7 The small shed is well-hidden in bushes—much further from the house than I’d expected—and the light is failing quickly. Maybe I should have carried my clothes back and dressed with Torrin—these eyes and this light&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. Yeah, and likely passed out. Idiot. Anyway, Garvey seems to know the way. Something tall and dark moves away from the shed as we approach. Torrin, I hope. There’s a rattling sound, and suddenly there’s light on the ground. “Always good to have [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 68</title>
		<link>http://couragemyfriend.org/fiction/winter-rain/story/part-68/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 04:25:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Chris]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[He’s older than I’d expected—black hair, now mostly grey, and a weathered face. Mid-fifties, maybe. Neck down, though, he could be me, ten years older. Garvey tries to lick at my hands again, but I pull them behind me, out of his reach. There’s no way around it: what I’ve done is inexcusable, and Faolan’s going to kill me, when he finds out. If Torrin doesn’t do it first. The whiskey hasn’t worn off much, and my brain feels as [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 67</title>
		<link>http://couragemyfriend.org/fiction/winter-rain/story/part-67/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 11:58:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Chris]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The baying of dogs chases me from dream into waking and I snap my eyes open to fading twilight, but too late. They’re closing from all sides—nearly a dozen of them, from the sound—and only seconds away. And I’m alone—Garvey is nowhere to be seen. I haul myself to my feet, my back scraping against the tree as I rise, and cast about for a way out, but to no avail: from every direction, I can hear them crashing through [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 66</title>
		<link>http://couragemyfriend.org/fiction/winter-rain/story/winter-rain-part-66/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 08:13:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Chris]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I run harder, tearing the soil with each step, spraying little chunks of the dark black earth and old leaves into the air behind. I hear them smack wetly into tree trunks, onto dead leaves. Behind. That son of a bitch. That mother FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! Who the FUCK does he think he is? I bank hard around a tree, and then another, down, toward the river, toward the wet-smelling air. There should be a steep climb on [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 65</title>
		<link>http://couragemyfriend.org/fiction/winter-rain/story/part-65/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 23:51:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Chris]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;How long have we been waiting?&#8221; Keely whines, turning from the large window. Brennan scowls at her from his post by the door. &#8220;I don&#8217;t know&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;&#8221; I reply, with a little more edge than I&#8217;d intended—I soften my tone—&#8221;three minutes longer than the last time you asked?&#8221; She drops her gaze. But I&#8217;m not really annoyed at her. It has been nearly an hour since we arrived, and it&#8217;s going to be sundown soon. Where the fuck is Torrin? Keely [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 64</title>
		<link>http://couragemyfriend.org/fiction/winter-rain/story/part-64/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 15:21:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Chris]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She sidles up beside me as I step through the doorway and slips her arm under mine. I resist the urge to pull away—best just to grin and bear it. “What’s your name, hon’?” she asks, touching my arm with her other hand as Brennan steps in behind me and shuts the door. Up close, her breath is ripe with alcohol. “Um, Tiergan?” I reply, turning a bit to the left for some fresh air. “And you?” “Oh, you can [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 63</title>
		<link>http://couragemyfriend.org/fiction/winter-rain/story/part-63/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 03:41:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Chris]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Before I can stop her, Keely jumps forward and extends her arm, saying, “Hey there, boy!” “Keely,” I whisper, urgently, and put my hand on her shoulder to pull her back. But I’m wrong: across the courtyard, the massive beast lurches into a run, tongue suddenly lolling out and tail wagging furiously. Keely turns, confused, and I withdraw my hand. “Sorry&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;I&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.” “What, him?” she replies with a snort, “I know him—he’s harmless. He just likes to play.” As if to [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 62</title>
		<link>http://couragemyfriend.org/fiction/winter-rain/story/part-62/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 01:16:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Chris]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The gravel drive opens up into a clearing of stone pavers, set against a wall of rough, grey field stone. There are three cars parked in the clearing—all big, and all very expensive-looking—and we roll to a stop behind the last of them. It seems unlikely he&#8217;s home alone. Not unless he keeps a lot more cars than he needs. From the look of it, the place really is an old monastery or something—low and long, all stone and slate, [&#8230;]]]></description>
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