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	<title>Fiction at Courage, my friend &#187; Winter Rain</title>
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	<description>by Chris Poirier</description>
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		<title>Chapter 9 coming</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 17:11:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hi all,

My schedule for the next 6 months is getting rather packed, as I finally know what I&#8217;m doing with a commercial Mac product I&#8217;m writing, and I&#8217;m going to need a lot of time for it.&#160; As a result, I&#8217;m going to change the way I do things with Winter Rain.

Rather than try to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 77</title>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-77/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 09:15:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[He watches me quietly, his hand resting on my leg.&#160; I hold his gaze while I consider his offer, one I absolutely cannot accept.&#160; No matter how much I want to trust him.&#160;

I know my duty.

&#8220;I&#8217;m sorry, Sir,&#8221; I breathe, shaking my head.&#160; I pull away, and his smile drops.

&#8220;I can&#8217;t&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.

&#8220;I can&#8217;t&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;

&#8220;I just can&#8217;t.&#160; I&#8217;m [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 76</title>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-76/</link>
		<comments>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-76/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:14:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Winter Rain]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[My heart thumps in my chest, as I strain to hold his gaze.

Fuck.&#160; What am I supposed to do now?&#160; Why isn’t he just throwing me out.&#160; What’s he after?

And what can I tell him that won’t make things worse?

Fuck!&#160; Why did I let Eoin pull me into lying about what happened.&#160; What the hell [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 75</title>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-75/</link>
		<comments>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-75/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 05:03:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Winter Rain]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I limp silently down the hallway, behind him—in the opposite direction from which he came.&#160; Back toward the main entrance, unless I’ve gotten completely turned around.&#160;   Is he throwing me out?&#160; He has to be throwing me out.

But if he’s letting Brennan stay&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.

He stops abruptly at a heavy, oaken door—almost back to the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 74</title>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-74/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 13:14:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Winter Rain]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter 8

Eoin re-enters the kitchen, rifling through a small white box cradled in one arm.&#160; A rust-spotted metal lid bobs raspily up and down against its hinges with his stride.

“I think we’ll have to wrap the whole thing,” he says, without looking up, “nothing in here big enough to cover it all.”

“That’s fine,” I reply [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 73</title>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-73/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 09:19:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Winter Rain]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I open my mouth to say&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;something, and he immediately starts moving again.&#160; He scowls at me, then turns and heads along the counter toward the back wall of the kitchen.

“I’m so sorry, Eoin&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;about earlier.&#160; I&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;”

He doesn’t even acknowledge me.

He stops near the stove and pulls open a drawer with a loud clattering of silverware, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 72</title>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-72/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 05:55:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The kitchen is deserted as I enter.&#160; Garvey hangs back, looking in from the cold, but seems unwilling to pass while I fill the doorway.&#160; I hop a little further inside and lean back, shifting half my weight into my arm—not the damaged leg—to hold the door open.&#160; Pain shoots up from my knuckles and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 71</title>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-71/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 04:46:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fucking Brennan.

Fucking.&#160;

Goddamned.&#160;

Brennan.

Of all the days&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.

There&#8217;s something hard under my foot.&#160; A rock.&#160; I kneel down to pick it up.&#160; The surface is cold and smooth in my hand—heavy.&#160; My fist tightens around it, and keeps tightening.&#160; My nails start to bite into my skin.

But it doesn&#8217;t help.

Like a wave, the anger spreads, up from my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 70</title>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-70/</link>
		<comments>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-70/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 15:41:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Winter Rain]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The night grows suddenly brighter and Garvey snaps upright at the sound of the kitchen door banging open.&#160; 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.&#160; A shock of pain rolls through my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 69</title>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-69/</link>
		<comments>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-69/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 05:43:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</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.&#160; Maybe I should have carried my clothes back and dressed with Torrin—these eyes and this light&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;

Yeah, and likely passed out.&#160; Idiot.

Anyway, Garvey seems to know the way.

Something tall and dark moves away from the shed [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 68</title>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-68/</link>
		<comments>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-68/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 09:25:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[He’s older than I’d expected—black hair, now mostly grey, and a weathered face.&#160; Mid-fifties, maybe.&#160; 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.&#160;

There’s no way around it: what I’ve done is inexcusable, and Faolan’s going to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 67</title>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-67/</link>
		<comments>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-67/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 16:58:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Winter Rain]]></category>

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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.&#160; They’re closing from all sides—nearly a dozen of them, from the sound—and only seconds away.&#160; And I’m alone—Garvey is nowhere to be seen.

I haul myself to my feet, my back scraping against the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 66</title>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-66/</link>
		<comments>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-66/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 13:13:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Winter Rain]]></category>

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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.&#160; I hear them smack wetly into tree trunks, onto dead leaves.&#160; Behind.&#160;

That son of a bitch.

That mother FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!

Who the FUCK does he think he is?

I bank hard [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 65</title>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-65/</link>
		<comments>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-65/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 04:51:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Winter Rain]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;How long have we been waiting?&#8221; Keely whines, turning from the large window.&#160;

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;&#160; She drops her gaze.

But I&#8217;m not really annoyed at her.&#160; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 64</title>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-64/</link>
		<comments>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-64/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 20:21:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Winter Rain]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[She sidles up beside me as I step through the doorway and slips her arm under mine.&#160; I resist the urge to pull away—best just to grin and bear it.&#160;

“What’s your name, hon’?” she asks, touching my arm with her other hand as Brennan steps in behind me and shuts the door.&#160;

Up close, her breath [...]]]></description>
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