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Thank you, again! I know I’m kind of knocking these chapters out, and I’m not poring over them for days at a time, debating word choices, sorting out my sentence fragments and such. I’m a bad writer at times. But I’m happy to writing something at the moment to be honest – anything, really. One of the things I love, though, is character. Go with character, and the story will follow most of the time. I don’t just want to write porn with the names changed. I want to write Clegane, Brienne and Tormund. I want to write the silly bits that apply to them in particular. I want to write the bits that other people don’t usually write, the bits that happen to real people, that happen to rest of the human race. I want these characters to be real, at least for as long as I’m looking at the page with them on. I want them to be human. I want them to exist. And then I want them to have it off with each other while I chronicle it. I hope, however fast and obsessively I crank the chapters out, that comes across. Your reviews always make me feel like I’ve succeeded at that. Thank you.

Thank you! Oh, I shouldn’t worry. I’m gonna be rather cryptic here, and say that the Gods, or the Lord of Light, or whatever... really isn’t interested in whatever they do with their spare time, as it were. Which means that all the dirty shenanigans they get up to will need to be navigated almost entirely without divine guidance. If only Clegane knew, it would probably make him feel a whole lot better. Oh, well. It’s one of those things. I didn’t even know it was going to happen until I’d written it, and then I was like: “Ahh… ! Yes! That’s how it works!” And then I kind of laughed evilly… but, you know, away from the ordinary muses. Lest they suspect anything.

Thank you so much, Bronx! I’m so happy to see this, mostly because I know that it means things have calmed down for you now with Freyja, and everything is well, leaving you time to read, and to write, and all the good stuff life is made of. *hugs tightly* And I’m happy you liked it, and thank you so much for reading through it for me, since I was afraid I had lost my way a bit. Ah, I seem to have picked it up again since… must have got hidden in the snow for a moment *g* I thought, while writing this, if they could meet somewhere they understood each other, however slightly, it might be there. He thought so too. It’s not his fault he gets it all twisted like that. She’ll have to let it pass. I’m sure he’d kill me as soon as look at me for even thinking it, but I think it shows a teeny tiny bit of a romantic soul hidden away in there. I really do.

Chapter Eight

Thank you so much! *bounces about happily* I’m glad you’re enjoying it. And that next chapter is already well on the way, as I’m on nearly 2000 words so far. Probably by the end of the day if you’re in the US.

Chapter Seven Anyone who is reading – I hope you have fun! Got to admit, this is my favourite so far, because we’re finally getting to the adult stuff. Brienne’s a tough nut to crack for a start, and kind of dangerous when you get right down to it. Capable of getting herself into all kinds of trouble, as evidenced here, and then completely overreacting to said trouble. Luckily, I think she’s going to be all right with these two. Renly’s got nothing on these guys Now all I have to do is let the sexual tension rachet up several thousand notches over the next few chapters as the characters go about doing everything except that one thing, and Brienne slowly comes to realise she doesn’t actually GAF about “saving herself” because they’re all good together, and the two of them realise that neither of them want to be the one to do the bad thing. And Brienne can get in a bad mood with them in the day as well, and kick both their arses in training for not giving her what she wants, until… Tyrion cameo! Yes! Actually, I don’t know if anyone is actually reading this anymore, but I just don’t care. I love writing it too much to stop for one minute. I love having Sandor Clegane in my head. His sense of humour is so dry you could make wildfire with it. Having said that, I am going to stop for some several minutes for a nap.

Chapter Six

Chapter Five

Hmm… chapter five is interesting. I wasn’t expecting it, but I like it! Also because it foreshadows a little bit of the later Tyrion cameo scene, which I’ll probably be writing from Tyrion’s pov. Probably going to be done with chapter five in a couple of hours or so. And the interesting thing means the weird slash has resolved itself, thank you, Gods!

Someone moves into a new house. While waiting for their new wifi to be set up, they can’t help noticing that alongside all of their new neighbours’ locked wifi connections, there is an open connection with an innocent title. Maybe it calls itself “Free Wifi” or something. Maybe the person ignores it at first. So it gets creative. It changes its tag. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? (OPEN) JOIN THIS NETWORK (OPEN) WHILE YOU’RE WAITING FOR YOUR OWN WIFI TO BE SET UP (OPEN) Maybe it starts calling the person by name. Until, eventually, overcome and doomed by their own curiosity, they connect. What do they expect? The world to fall down? Did they use that less valuable laptop? The old one? You know the one, the one that it doesn’t matter if it gets compromised somehow? The one they never use for banking? Does it matter? They’re online. They can do all the usual things they do while online. They can read the news, go on twitter, talk to friends. They can view pornography. They can post any old filth that they want. Perhaps it’s surprising how quickly they trust this new connection, having run a couple of virus checkers and malware programs. There’s really nothing wrong with it. Maybe there’s something wrong with them. Possibly, they never actually made it to their new house, and their newly freed soul got lost somewhere on the way to the next place. The choices they make and the spaces they visit would determine which place that would be; heaven or hell. Obviously, I’m imagining it would be a lot more fun for the MC to be damned by themselves, but you could go the other way. It’s a microcosm (in a story) of the whole ‘free will’ thing, so you could make it as philosophical as you want, as satirical as you want, and clearly there’d be lots of lovely temptation going on left, right and centre that you could play with.

Ok… this is, without a doubt, the weirdest slash I have ever written… In that it appears mainly to consist of Clegane and Tormund seeing exactly how much of it they can stand before they have to kill each other. Like, violently. Which won’t happen because neither one of them wants to be the first to “break” as it were. Weird… It’s probably a good job there’ll only be tiny bits of it. I reckon the true relationship here is bromance over Brienne. That’s what I’m hoping for, at any rate. ETA: Having thought about it, they’re happy enough to share Brienne, but they don’t want to share themselves with each other, because they’re kind of in competition at the moment. So it’s not the slash, per se, but the weakening of their position within the threesome. Neither of them wants to give way, not one bit. Maybe it’ll be worth seeing how it all pans out later when things are a bit more relaxed and settled.

Chapter Four is here! If you read, have fun!

“I understand that if any more words come pouring out your cunt mouth, I'm gonna have to eat every fucking chicken in this room.” – The Hound That has to count. It mentions food.

lol…. well, I’ll see what I can do to improve the fighting over the course of this morning while you sleep. Then I’ll pm you later. Thank you – I’d really appreciate any help you can give me. At some point, I’m assuming these two will stop fighting, and start fucking... loving each other.

Gah… I think I might have to let this next chapter settle for a day or two, then look at it again. Chances are I might end up looking for a beta on this story. (I know, they’re like rocking horse shit) But, thing is: I am so rubbish at fight scenes, and this is really testing my limits. Something is not quite coming together, and I’m not sure what it is. In any 3plus story, there’s a hell of a lot of manouevreing into position that needs working on, and usually I enjoy all of that, but something isn’t quite right here. It’s not the fault of the characters. They’re definitely coming through loud and clear. I think maybe my powers of description are not quite up to it right now, sadly I keep ending up in that position where I have lots of dialogue, and I can see everything, but the actual shading in is a bitch. *sighs* I’ll give it a day or two.

Hi, ProphecyGirl I looked you up in the member database, and I won’t repeat what I see on here, but the email we have doesn’t match the one you quoted above, so it seems like we might still have your old one. Have you tried logging in with that?

Is The Hound a mad bastard? – Yes. Would he deliberately do something that was likely to endanger his health? – Yes. Would he do something that was likely to end in his death? – Yes. For the sheer anarchy of it? – Yes. Ok, then… *writes*

Thank you, Bronx! Oh, Brienne… I’ve got to say, without going the whole hog and writing from her point of view (which I might do, next chapter, having read this), she hasn’t really chosen anything. That reaction to Clegane was all about not allowing him to frighten her. No matter what it entailed doing, even if it meant touching him like that. He’d kind of backed her into a corner with his confession. Her thoughts on it ran along a well travelled path, just like a flow chart. How can I anticipate danger? How can I protect myself from it? Where is the power in this situation, and how do I get it? Do not show fear under any circumstances. In my original draft of the chapter, he said: “Are you frightened now?” but I changed it, because I felt it was a little bit too perfect to draw Brienne out, and I didn’t want Clegane cottoning on, lol. Aside from that, if our two boys think she’s on the same wavelength as they are, they’re sadly mistaken. She’s never thought of them in that way, and the only thing that’s turned her head is this new experience of pleasure, which has probably come as a bit of a surprise to her. And I’m talking about the kissing as well as the rest. If not more, actually… she’s really very happy with the kissing. That’s where she is, really. If Tormund does love her, he should start doing some of it. But, it occurred to me that she might also be quite easily seduced, especially if she doesn’t see it coming. She’s a traditionalist at heart, and a romantic, but I think she long ago realised she’s not “waiting” for anything, because nothing is going to come her way. Now it kind of has, against all the odds. And it’s not traditional, and it’s not exactly quite what she might dream of (Clegane has her number in that respect). I’m just not sure if she sees it for the rabbithole it is. Explore too far, and she will fall. Luckily for her, something is going to stop the boys from going all the way for a while. Something they end up seeing Tyrion about, which will be terribly amusing for him. And a great excuse for me to have Tyrion wandering around in my mental room of muses… yes! Sorry for the long reply, but the review deserved it. You always leave such wonderful responses. Now I’m back at work for a few days, so updates will slow, I’m afraid.

Seriously, this story is like that IX one… I have to possess it, and my pre-order is in too. I thought I’d have to wait until I get paid tomorrow, but they don’t charge for pre-orders until delivery… yes! Also, for UK peeps, the amazon uk link is here: Amazon UK So excited to read it again! In fact, I might have to find out all the the old beta docs, lol… I adored being your first test subject for this – it was so awesome! Mostly because I got to read every chapter before anyone else… For me it’s one of those stories. I’ll never forget it for as long as I live.

Lol… I think she did that to deflect any piss-taking that she though Tormund might be engaging in. She really doesn’t believe it’s possible for anyone to want her that way. She’s got a shock coming. I’m hoping she’ll be curious enough, and forget herself for just long enough, to realise she needs something else in her life besides oaths and violence. Because I think Clegane could do with that, too.. *g*

Ok… next chapter is here. And this is a bit longer, at over 3,500 words, but there’s the first bit of adult-rated stuff in it. I hope it works out for you, if you read it. Enjoy! Chapter Three