Dream Weaver (fm:romantic, 4182 words) | |||
Author: Elspeth Lynne | |||
Added: May 20 2002 | Views / Reads: 4319 / 3093 [72%] | Story vote: 9.57 (7 votes) | |
Fantasy story with time travel. This is my first time writing something like this so feedback is welcome. Will Danalee ever meet the sensual stranger from her dreams or is she destined to live her life not knowing the delights that haunt her waking hours | |||
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Dream WeaverShe woke up groggy, cold, slumped in a corner, trying to remember what had happened before she had been knocked out. She had been discovered. She, the best spy the Confederacy had. She shook her head. How had she let this happen? She was always clever and careful. Somehow, she had slipped up, and now she would pay, with her life. She tried to move her hands only to find them tied behind her. Her legs were bent at the knees and tied together, making it impossible to stand, much less to escape. She could feel the gag over her mouth, effectively blocking any sound she might make. She struggled vainly to free her hands, but only succeeded in rubbing her wrists raw and bloody. The struggling wore her out and since it was too dark to see where she was being kept, she closed her eyes. Cold water hitting her face woke her this time. She looked up into the lantern-lit face of a dark-haired man wearing blue and red, not the usual Union uniform. It was known to her, though, as was the man wearing it. She had made his acquaintance a few weeks ago when he had requested she wash his shirt for the dance that night. She had long ago infiltrated the enemy's camp, posing as a laundress. The man had actually sought her out that night, asking her to waltz with him. He had told her she had the prettiest red hair he had ever seen. She admired his sky blue eyes. He belonged to the unit known as the Red Legged Devils, and devil he was, stealing a kiss as he walked her back to her tent. The kiss had left her dizzy. Funny that it was him who had caught her. She had been so careful around ...
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