“Play up! Play up! And play the game!” Afarin was in cover, carefully scrutinising the shimmering, broken landscape ahead of them and the distant low olive trees. Through the field glasses, the ground sloped down [more…]
They spent the next three weeks working with the Golani Brigade and a pilot came to speak with them, to talk about the limitations and advantages of air power. He was a major and like [more…]
Contains content of a sexual nature. Afarin stared at the morning light behind the blinds and she thought of a song: She’s so lovely, and it had felt so wrong, yet so right. I like [more…]
It was the holy feast of Pentecost, commonly known in English as the Feast of Weeks, a Jewish holiday that occurs on the sixth day of the Hebrew month of Sivan (it may fall between [more…]
From that day on it became like Groundhog Day to Afarin. Kit inspection from Staff Sergeant Hoffman, who was now at the shouty, throwing things about phase. The morning before he had taken Umbridge to [more…]
They piled their weapons, Ephod combat vest, helmet and were sent on a three-kilometre run. It was pleasant running through the woods and Afarin soon passed the other women and Zelig the pilot. She ran [more…]
Afarin stared out of the starboard window of the Boeing 737. She had watched the approach over the sea and the turn to line up with the runway. Below were the eastern suburbs of Tel [more…]
Follow… Follow… Leave your England at dead midnight still Guarded by grandsires, babes and old women, Either past or nor arrived at pith and puissance. For who is he, whose chin is but enrich’d With [more…]
Contains descriptions of sexual relations. He had never seen him so angry. Bartlett didn’t do shouting anger, but he was extremely good at cold fury. “The responsibility of Guardian angels is to watch over people [more…]
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