Molly Jones Chapter 11: Killing Her Softly by Lesliewifeofbath, literature
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Molly Jones Chapter 11: Killing Her Softly
She had been watching them for quite some time. From the moment Molly and Zevran walked out of the eluvian, a bird perched quietly on the conveniently placed tree. From that vantage point she watched the show unfold. She saw the confessions, recriminations, and tears; and the epic kick followed by an uncomfortable silence as the two of them laid out their bedrolls; their backs turned from each other. It was only then, after their silent tears had been spent, that she flew down from her perch and put them both to sleep properly. Much of the night had past and, now in the pre-dawn hour, she watched as the Crow got up to relieve himself. She waited until he had finished and approached. “That little scene was better than most plays I’ve had the misfortune of attending. Should you both grow tired of fighting darkspawn, I can see a future for you on the road.” “Hello,” Zevran answered tentatively, placing his hand on his dagger as he turned to face an older, yet attractive woman with white
Molly Jones: Prologue by Lesliewifeofbath, literature
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Molly Jones: Prologue
“It’s calling me,” Molly Jones cried, thrashing wildly in her bed. “They’re coming…we have to go…Zev.”
Zevran Arainai hunched over the sweat stained pillow and sheet and gently comforted his wife. He held her closely while rocking her and whispering soft, meaningless assurances in her ear. In his heart he knew what this was. For forty-two years they had avoided it, so much so that he had truly begun to believe that taint was no longer there and that somehow, she was immune to the effects of the Calling.
But it was not so. For the past year Zevran had watched his beloved slip into a strange haz
Molly Jones: Chapter 1 A Murder of Crows by Lesliewifeofbath, literature
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Molly Jones: Chapter 1 A Murder of Crows
continued from: Molly Jones: Prologue
Sitting on a hill just beyond Redcliffe Castle, down a long and dusty road, Zevran Arainai watched the scene unfurl through his periscope. From a distance he could see—and hear— the little band of warriors descending the hill from the castle. There was a mage, templar, chantry girl, and an elf. All the makings for a very funny joke, Zevran thought; well, not now, seeing as he was preparing to wipe them out. Perhaps he would think of one later after the deed was done.
Zevran had observed the group’s movements for nearly a week. The two Grey Wardens in the group, the human ma
Molly Jones: Chapter 2 A New Dawn by Lesliewifeofbath, literature
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Molly Jones: Chapter 2 A New Dawn
Continued from: Molly Jones: Chapter 1 A Murder of Crows
The soft, persistent light of dawn penetrated the well-worn canvas of his tent; Zevran stretched and cursed the cold, damp air that chilled him. For a moment he considered responding to sleep’s siren call; sadly, there was nothing in this musty tent to tempt him back under the covers. If she had been with him on this cold, damp morning he would have wrapped his body around hers and buried his head in her dark brown locks. But no, a sharp pang to the gut reminded him that all the warmth of her well-loved body was long gone and that hair had long since been submerged in the dirt.
Molly Jones: Chapter 3 Leader of the Pack by Lesliewifeofbath, literature
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Molly Jones: Chapter 3 Leader of the Pack
Continued from: Molly Jones: Chapter 2 A New Dawn
The hot, mid-morning sun beat down relentlessly against the barren, dusty road that led to Redcliff. Running her hands down her sides, Molly was thankful for the gift of a lovely, blue dress tossed in her tent by Sandal, the merchant’s Maker-touched son. The boy only possessed a few words; when she asked who had purchased the dress from his father, Sandal shook his head and answered with the words “painted” and “enchant.” Along with the dress came a pair of plain, slip-on shoes, much like the ones she wore in the Alienage. They were soft, though certainly not fo
Molly Jones: Chapter 4 A Tribe Lost by Lesliewifeofbath, literature
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Molly Jones: Chapter 4 A Tribe Lost
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“This will not be easy,” Alistair said while peering down the long, narrow gangplank that led to the Arl’s barge. The barge, while perfect for a day on the lake, was proving most challenging in that no one could figure out how to get the crippled Qunari aboard. Looking back at Molly, he stated, “I don’t see how we’re going to get him on deck.”
“I don’t know why we’re taking him at all,” countered Morrigan, as she dropped the heavy leg she was holding. “We should have left him on the side of the road.”
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Molly Jones: Chapter 5 A Gilded Cage by Lesliewifeofbath, literature
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Molly Jones: Chapter 5 A Gilded Cage
This Chapter is dedicated to my dear friend Laurie Mason who last month lost her long battle with the taint (i.e.cancer).
Fire rose high in the sky, brightly illuminating a star-filled night. From the boat, Molly could hear the shrieks of men and women coming from the Circle’s tower. For a moment, all of them watched in a solemn silence from the dock until the quiet was broken by involuntary gasps as they heard the piercing scream of a woman who was falling out of the high tower to her certain death.
“Maybe now is not the time to approach these mages,” Zevran said. “I think we should come back…later, when the
Molly Jones: Chapter 6 Fade Into You by Lesliewifeofbath, literature
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Molly Jones: Chapter 6 Fade Into You
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With Love and Admiration to David Bowie and Jim Henson.
She woke to a cold, marble floor and a sick feeling in her stomach. Rising slowly from the ground, she looked up and realized that she was in some sort of marble palace. At every angle there were turrets and towers, brightly festooned by colorful banners and flags. It was a place out of a dream; the kind of dream that all little girls have of castles and heroes; it would have been beautiful had there not been a sickly, yellowing air to the place. Molly stood and then looked straight ahead. Standing before her was the man who started i
Molly Jones: Chapter 7 Tales From Before by Lesliewifeofbath, literature
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Molly Jones: Chapter 7 Tales From Before
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They walked out of the Tower’s disarray into a clear night with a beautiful, dusky sky. Molly glanced to her right; there she spotted several benches facing out to Lake Calenhad. She motioned for the group to join her. Molly took her seat and Zevran sidled in closely next to her.
“Molly, why are we stopping here?” Alistair asked. “My tummy is rumbling. I haven’t eaten since yesterday.”
“I told you we have to wait for Wynne.”
“What do you mean, Molly? Doesn’t she live here?”
Morrigan let out an exasperated moan. “Wha
Molly Jones: Chapter 8 Mothers and Daughters by Lesliewifeofbath, literature
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Molly Jones: Chapter 8 Mothers and Daughters
Molly and Morrigan reached the top of the stair well and found themselves in a hallway with two doors to the left, one in the center, and finally one to the right. Walking slowly, Molly stopped just outside of the first door to her left. Elf ears being what they were, she could faintly hear the soft sound of water, possibly in a tub. This was Zevran’s door. She knocked slightly; hearing nothing she then kneeled and peered into the keyhole.
The Witch raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing, you little perv?”
“Shuddup, Morrigan. I’m trying to hear.”
“While peering through the keyhole? Last time I chec