It’s the little things that can make us healthy. From the idea expressed by this author, the little choices we make now, help us later. I think there’s truth to that. Choosing the baked chicken instead of the grilled burger, and going for a walk instead of surfing the online shopping sites, add up. And the small victory today makes for good effects for our health tomorrow.
Sye-nitch looked away, as he threw the bag and its contents into the magma flow creeping past the forging area. He glared at the goblin workers. Since their eyes could stand the red glow of the fire and lava, they were pressed into service here, making more weapons for the Oolar’s armies. No one dared…
He had no teacher to guide him, but he held the small mallet with confidence, carefully and patiently forming the symbols, one tap at a time. Honee had been right – it was better to do something for someone else. But she had given him more guidance than she would ever know. He had believed…
Fawnlum and Lucas walked back to Klingger’s, having dropped off their newest goodly sum of gold in the well-guarded counting-house. Along with the clerk who took their money, a couple of merchants watched the exchange. Lucas had simply told them, “Yes, she’s killed that many.” As they approached the Spur Saddle, they spotted the small…
In a closed off room in Morgy’s warehouse, the light from a few burnished lanterns illuminated the scene. Baneck gripped the handle of Tungstil, eager to unsheathe the blade. “I still can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” Honee said with flat effect, as she stood beside a long table. “I can’t believe you’d do…
Kamep the spear-sharpener stood at the table where the heads were piled. Sye-nitch nearly pitied the low-ranking tribe-mate, as he told again of how a gang from the Blister-foot tribe had brought them into the Druntuss section of the undercity, staying only long enough to dump them in front of him, toss him the victims’…
Thanks to the dark-vision granted by her headband, Fawnlum saw the five north-side tri-cleorps moving in, on the pair of decoys sitting by the fire. Halrick and Caitlyn faced each other quietly, for all intents oblivious to any danger. From her perch in their fourth nest-site, which the humans had built themselves, after the dwarves…
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