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	<title>Fiction at Courage, my friend</title>
	<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org</link>
	<description>by Chris Poirier</description>
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		<title>Chapter 9 coming</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/chapter-9-coming/</link>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 77</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-77/</link>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 76</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-76/</link>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 75</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-75/</link>
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		<title>Status Update</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Well, if anybody is still interested, I&#8217;m starting to feel like writing again.&#160; It&#8217;s been a slow climb out of this dark little hole I found myself in, but I&#8217;m starting to get restless to make stuff again &#8212; a good sign, I hope &#8212; and something I haven&#8217;t felt in months.

I&#8217;m still not ready [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/news/status-update/</link>
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		<title>Break extended</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hi all,

I&#8217;m sorry about this, but, despite my best efforts, I&#8217;m not feeling well enough to get Winter Rain going again, right now.&#160; I&#8217;ve been trying for the last several days, and the writing&#8217;s just not happening.&#160; I guess it&#8217;s too early.

I&#8217;ll keep working at it, but, I can&#8217;t promise a date, right now.&#160; I&#8217;m [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/news/break-extended/</link>
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		<title>3 week break</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hi everyone,

For personal reasons, I&#8217;m going to take a 3 week break from Winter Rain.&#160; Regular posts will resume May 25.&#160;

Chris.
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		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/news/3-week-break/</link>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 74</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-74/</link>
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		<title>WR74 delayed one week</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hi everyone,

Sorry to have to do this, but my life is just a bit too complicated this week, and I need to clear some breathing room, so WR74 is delayed until next Monday.&#160; I should have realized and decided this sooner, but I didn&#8217;t.&#160; Again, sorry &#8212; I&#8217;ll try at least to get WR74 posted [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/news/wr74-delayed-one-week/</link>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 73</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-73/</link>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 72</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-72/</link>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 71</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-71/</link>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 70</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-70/</link>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 69</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-69/</link>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 68</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-68/</link>
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