On Thu, 25 Apr 1996, Chris Davies wrote:

	Well, neighbors, this will in all probability be the last that I
write for a while.  Please be assured that, given half a chance, I will be
back to continue this and other stories, but I honestly don't know when
that will be.

Awww!

	After a few moments, the black cat recovered, and her features
twisted into an expression of anger.  "FINE!" she yelled.  "Who needs you!
I took care of her for months before you EVER showed up, and I did it
without the help of bloody Central Control!  Screw you, Artemis!"

I have to admit, I can't quite imagine Luna swearing, ever, thought this 
is...an unusual situation.

of responsibility.  Awakening.  Fighting.  Growing.  Loving.  Losing.
Watching her best friends in all the world die in horrible ways.  Standing
alone.  But not alone.  Releasing her final, devastating attack.  Dying.
Wishing.  Reborn.  Never knowing the truth.

Very nicely done.
 

All in all, an excellent story!  So how much do we have to pay you to get 
you to write the next one? :)


John Walter Biles :  MA-History, Ph.D Wannabe at U. Kansas         
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