[tGE] some OC studies

[valmora]

Matthew Nelson

Aye, and what'll you be wanting then? A trade? Hendley, it's no little work for a distilling - it can be taught well enough, but won't taste the same, and pocheen is like as not to make ye' blind as drunk. Have it anyway? An' it's your own blood you poison.
Is he gone, then, Lafferty? Yes?
Mad Americans.

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Peter Ward

ward is afraid shaking nervous, teeth chatter stutter used to debate with the best can't speak in sentences now only in his mind. clears nothing speaks little is afraid to wake sound of guns. afraid of goons of kommandant cannot speak to the others afraid of death at the wire. avoids bartlett as would plague bombs minefields thinks of weaving baskets keeps away from all of the plottersplanners no need to die would be caught speaks nothing but english.

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Christopher Donnell

In the afterlight-gleam of the bombs, it is easy to forget the sins of England when the sins of the Nazis are so much greater, when the bombs leave trails of the dead and dying across all of Britain.

Christopher does not forget, but he has put away his people's hatred, his own rage at the suppression of Eire, in favor of the knowledge that his homeland will have far greater worries than Protestants should the Nazis take England.

And the understanding that the goons, faces pale and uniforms crisp, are merely men as much as he is hardly a deterrent. Even the damned bleed red.