In Trenches: Part TwoBovril the Perspicacious Loris is not, in its own opinion, having a good day. Moustache Man and Hat Lady refuse to sit still and Mr. Sharp and Mr. Von Hohenburg have been gone for too long. Usually Bovril gets to go with them. People like to have a fab around, Bovril figures in its perspicatious little brain. Or at the very least its people like to have Bovril around. And Bovril likes to be with its people. As a matter of fact, Bovril is becoming quite upset that Moustache Man and Hat Lady have not let him try to find its people. Its people are missing and the two humans Bovril's been left with won't stop arguing. Over a map of all things.In Trenches: Part Two1 year ago in Drama More Like This
"I appreciate that they must have gotten inside the camp, but I am not going to accept the idea that they've gotten themselves captured there. Mr. Von Hohenburg and Miss Sharp are both very well trained. He in diplomacy as much as she in sneaking."
"I was going to suggest that they have the inverse talents," Mou
In Trenches: Part ThreeThe first thing that Deryn Sharp becomes aware of when she regains consciousness is the darkness. She's frightened for just a moment that she's been blinded. Then it all comes back to her. Escaping the Clanker camp, getting caught in the firefight, the broken communikator, Alek's fingers, the shed collapsing, the fight going right over their heads. The only part of the trail of memories flickering around her head that makes any sense is Alek's fingers. Alek's fingers are still entangled with hers, she notices, giving them a little squeeze. She spends a moment being surprised at how warm they are. But realizes quickly that they are in a tiny little space filled up by their body heat. It's what Russian fighting bears do, she remembers.In Trenches: Part Three1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Alek," she whispers.
Actually, there seems to be a lot of silence. It's warm and dark and quiet. If it weren't for her snowgear and the dirty floor, Deryn might have believed they were back in their own bed. A soldier at heart, she takes stock of