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"Fancy a game of chess?" Lilt asks. She almost always loses.
Marten lays back on the bed, closing his eyes. "Alright," he agrees, and then, referring to some of Lilt's `house rules', suggests, "And your knights may be of the Silver Lake, but rooks cannot fly, and do please consider playing such that your King and Queen are getting along."
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Comments (4)
That is certainly the most evocative bit of prose I've read in a long time.
I immediately want to read the rest of the story.
Posted by Arref | October 22, 2003 11:07 AM
Posted on October 22, 2003 11:07
"They just fight over brown-skinned boys," Lilt says, looking up and smiling. She has a serious chat to her Knights about their responsibility, takes their oaths of fealty, polishes their weapons, gives a quick peptalk to her pawns, and then she calls out from where she's dancing on only the black squares, "I made my move. Your turn!"
Posted by MT Fierce | October 22, 2003 11:33 AM
Posted on October 22, 2003 11:33
I love it! Reminds me of a scene I once ran in a game with all the chess pieces being played by pixies as a Sidhe played chess with a visiting vampire. "Rooks cannot fly." :D
Posted by Nuadha | October 22, 2003 4:49 PM
Posted on October 22, 2003 16:49
And I get the "brown skinned boys" reference :)
I love a Midsummer's Night's Dream
Posted by Paul | October 30, 2003 11:28 AM
Posted on October 30, 2003 11:28