Hey how about Scythians
The Whispering Ember
The wind howls over the steppe, biting at your skin and clawing at your breath. The earth is hard and frozen beneath your boots — the frost creeping through your soles feels almost like a warning. Ahead, smoke rises in a thin, pale thread from what should be a thriving encampment. But no sounds of life greet you....
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So back in the French and Indian War, this guy named Jonathan Trumbull Sr. gets rich by selling supplies to the British army — food, blankets, all that. War’s over, he’s loaded, and he ends up becoming Governor of Connecticut.
Trumbull’s son, John Trumbull, grows up fancy and decides he’s gonna be an artist. So with his dad’s cash and connections, he starts the American...
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Mardi Gras always makes me think ... a little about food, a little about revelries and a little about drink but mostly about what if it's a massive party instituted as a distraction to keep Petite Peirre occupied on the day before the season of fasting begins and if so from what ... oh and beads!
The cashier told me strip down facing me.
By the time I realized he meant my credit card it was too late.
Yeah, you know how I've got a guy for everything? Well, they're all in New York! My suit guy, my shoe guy, my ticket guy, my club guy. And if I don't have a guy for something, I have a "guy" guy to get me my guy; and oddly enough, his name is Guy.
