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Meet Niall Mcguinness, the youngest top-flight manager in Europe
19/12/2017 by These Football Times
ONE THING IS VERY OBVIOUS in the world of sport, and that is the fact that records are meant to be broken. One area that exemplifies this so much is the area of football, where we jump and scream and talk about one record today, only to have it dwarfed tomorrow. One of the most important members of any football club is the manager, and any team that gets this right normally excels.
When José Mourinho managed Benfica and later won the Champions League at Porto, it was a record the world could not stop talking about. He was one of the youngest managers at the time, and not only that, he was also doing great things even at that age. However, he will not be holding the record of the youngest manager to have coached a European club anymore because of what Niall McGuinness is doing in the Welsh Premier League.
Recent years in the European top flight football has experienced some set of young managers. They include people like Eddie Howe, Garry Monk and Lee Johnson, all from the UK. Some others include André Villas-Boas, who followed in the footsteps of Mourinho, and the more recent Marco Silva. However, the presence of McGuinness as the current manager of Rhyl FC is the icing on the cake. The tactician is just 24 years old.
There are many other things that make the position of McGuinness as the manager of Rhyl newsworthy. The first one is that he became manager and picked his father as his assistant. So, while you watch out for him on the sidelines, you will see his father sitting or standing right behind him as his right-hand man. Of course, many people couldn't have thought of any better support, backbone and sincerity than what this young manager will be getting from his own father.
The young manager opined that having his dad as his assistant feels great. According to the boss, they share the same football philosophy and have short deliberations before they jump on the sidelines for every game. However, on whether he ever encounters any problems with his father as his assistant, the young manager answered that they do have some disagreements, naturally, but that it's acknowledged that Niall is the one in charge.
On another note, McGuinness recently enjoyed another privilege of managing a football team as his newborn son was given a lifetime contract by the club a few days ago. When he was interviewed about the last record, he answered that he is enjoying the fun aspect of it. He revealed that the club and its committee initiated see it as a gesture meant to welcome his son to the world.
When questioned on how he eventually became manager of the club, McGuinness talked about his love for football, which has been there from the onset, and that his experiences in the Wrexham and Rhyl academies shaped him. He said that he secured a community coaching job at just 19 and was later given the job of coaching the youth team at Rhyl for some seasons before being appointed the manager of the senior side last year.
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A Short Introduction to Utah Native Trees
December 5, 2018 by Ryan Trimble Leave a Comment
While there are roughly 45* native tree species in Utah (an exact consensus cannot be found), this list highlights just seven, selected for their prevalence and curiosity and arranged according to elevation. Enhance your next outing by stopping to commune with them.
Listen for a moment. Take the leaves and limbs in your fingers, inspect them, ponder their design. You don't have to become a certified dendrologist to do science, a poet to see beauty, or a shaman or seer to divine life.
Low Elevation (Desert)
Fremont Cottonwood (Populus fremontii)
A deciduous water-loving tree with broad crown and sweeping branches. Found predominantly in valleys and canyons along waterways, especially in southeastern part of the state along the Green, San Juan, and Colorado rivers and the tributaries that feed them. Grows at elevations of 2,000 to 6500 feet, lives 30 to 50 years on average, but can live as long 150 years.
Height: 40-80'
Diameter: 2-4'
Leaves: Broad, triangular leaves shaped like a rattlesnake's head, about 3" long and
3" wide; coarse, irregular, rounded teeth on edges. Light green in spring and
summer, golden yellow in fall.
Bark: Light green and smooth on young trunks; thick, coarse, and gray with deep
ridges on older specimens.
Twigs: Light green, stout, hairless.
Flowers: Downy, pendulous catkins, about 3" long; sprout in early spring.
Fruit: Light brown, egg-shaped pods; contain several cottony seeds, carried by wind,
resemble flitting snowflakes in a stolid spring breeze.
Fun Facts: Named after American explorer, politician, and soldier John C. Fremont. Survival tip: Run out of water in the Utah desert? Look for a snaking line of cottonwoods on a valley floor, a solid indicator of water and shade.
Mid Elevation (Woodlands)
Utah Juniper (Juniperus osteosperma)
The most prevalent tree in Utah, found in virtually every region, and the primary species of Utah's pygmy forests. A usually bushy evergreen, with rounded crown, forked trunk and spreading branches. Grows at elevations of 4,000 to 8,000 feet, lives on average 300 to 800
years, though the oldest in Utah is believed to be 1,275 years. Distinguishable from the Rocky Mountain juniper by its short twigs and shrub-like appearance.
Leaves: Scalelike, yellow-green needles that run opposite on twigs in four rows;
1mm thick, ¼" to ½" long.
Bark: Gray to rust-colored, fibrous, furrowed, shreddy.
Twigs: Stout, remain covered with overlapping leaves for years.
Fruit: Light blue, round cone, or "berry," about the size of a No. 2 pencil eraser, 1/3"
in diameter, contains one seed.
Fun Facts: Often called cedar, and smells similar to Eastern red cedar wood that's used for closets and trunks. Native Americans used the "berries" for food and the seeds therein for jewelry, sometimes called Navajo ghost beads.
Rocky Mountain Juniper (Juniperus scopulorum)
A graceful evergreen cypress with straight trunk, narrow, pointed crown and slender branches of aromatic green and drooping foliage; often symmetrical, branching from the ground up. Grows at elevations of 5,000 to 9,000 feet, found in mixed forests of Douglas fir and Gambel oak, ponderosa pine, pinyon, and Utah juniper, though more common in the Wasatch and Uinta ranges than in the desert regions.
Diameter: 1 ½'
Leaves: Scalelike, green-gray, 1-2 mm long, of a lacey fineness; 1mm thick.
Bark: Rusty brown, thin, fibrous, furrowed, shreddy.
Twigs: Inconspicuous, as they remain covered with leaves for years.
Fruit: Light blue cones, or "berries," with a whitish coat that can be wiped off;
usually contain two seeds.
Fun Fact: The oldest known living specimen is estimated to be over 3,200 years old and is located in Logan Canyon, Utah. Dubbed the Jardine Juniper, the ancient cypress can be accessed via the Jardine Juniper trail, a twelve-mile out-and-back route. It stands 44' tall, with a diameter of 8'.
Pinyon Pine (Pinus edulis)
Small, bushy, resinous evergreen with a short, compact trunk and rounded spreading crown. Friend to the Utah juniper, and second to it in total surface area coverage across the state. Grows at elevations of 4,000 to 7,000 feet, living on average 400 to 500 years, but as
long as 1,000 years. Sometimes called the two-leaf pinyon, to distinguish it from the less common but similar single-leaf pinyon.
Leaves: Evergreen needles, two in a bundle, ¾" to 1 ½" long; light green.
Bark: Dark gray to reddish brown, rough, furrowed with scaly ridges.
Twigs: Slender, light gray, slightly coarse.
Fruit: 1 ½' to 2' long egg-shaped, yellow-brown cones; sticky with resin, contain
edible seeds.
Fun Facts: The edible seeds of the pinyon are the famous nuts often sold roadside in Utah, commonly called "pine nuts." Native Americans have gathered and used the seeds for centuries. On good years over $1,000,000 are collected and sold on the commercial market. Pinyon is the number one source of nuts from uncultivated species in the United States.
Bigtooth Maple (Acer grandidentatum)
Also known as the canyon maple, the deciduous bigtooth is easily identified by the shape of its leaves (think Canadian flag). It is the greatest contributor to the palette of color that swathes Utah's foothills and canyons in the early fall. Grows at elevations of 4,500 to 7,500 feet, predominantly in northern and central regions, often seen hanging out with Gambel oak and mountain mahogany.
Diameter: 8-24"
Leaves: About 4" in diameter, splitting into three, sometimes five lobes that fan out and are
edged with several blunt teeth.
Bark: Thin with shallow furrows and grayish flat ridges.
Twigs: Round and reddish gray.
Flowers: Small, ¼" yellowish clusters that appear in early spring.
Fun Fact: The bigtooth maple is closely related to the sugar maple of the northeast and has been used as a source of sugar and syrup. But because one has to tap 160 gallons of sap to produce one gallon of syrup — compared to 40 gallons from the sugar maple — the practice
never flourished.
High Elevation (Alpine)
Quaking Aspen (Populus tremuloides)
A rapid growing deciduous tree with straight, clear limbs and high, rounded crowns. Cousin to the Fremont cottonwood, also of the poplar family. Grows at elevations of 6,000 to 10,000 feet, usually in thickets and stands interspersed with pines and firs. Easily
identifiable by its white bark and silvery green leaves that turn lemony yellow in the fall. Or, if not identifiable by sight, then by the shuttering sound it emits in a strange breeze. Also known as trembling aspen.
Diameter: 1-1 ½'
Leaves: 1-3" long, nearly round, saw-toothed edge, quickly tapering to a point; shiny green
on top, dull green on bottom, turns golden yellow in autumn.
Bark: Whitish, smooth, thick, often marred with names of humans and numbers that relate
to their calendric system.
Twigs: Shiny greenish-white, slender, hairless.
Flowers: Slender catkins, 1-2" in length, appear in spring before the leaves.
Fun Fact: The largest living organism in the world, and one of (if not the) oldest, is a clonal colony of quaking aspens that share one root system, located in Fishlake National Forest, Utah. The organism, known as Pando, covers 106 acres, and is believed to be at least
80,000 years old.
Rocky Mountain Douglas-Fir (Pseudotsuga menziesii)
The Douglas-fir grows throughout Utah's central mountain ranges, from north to south, and east into the Uintas and Book Cliffs. It can be found at elevations of 5,000 to 9,000 feet, usually in a belt above ponderosa pine and below Engelmann spruce and subalpine fir, and
sometimes betwixt blue spruce, limber and lodgepole pine. It is often seen peeking through and above aspen stands, presumably to get a clear view of Utah's lovely landscape.
Height: 80-200'
Leaves: Evergreen needles, spreading mostly in two rows, ¾" to 1 ¼" long, flattened with
rounded tips.
Bark: Reddish-brown, thick, deeply furrowed with broad ridges.
Twigs: Orangish-brown, slender, covered with short, silky hairs.
Fruit: Numerous small cones, orange-red in color, about 2 ½" long when mature, with
woody, strong cone scales.
Fun Facts: The Douglas-fir defied taxonomists' efforts to categorize it. Because of its unusual cone, the tree has been, at times, a pine, a spruce, a hemlock, and a fir. In 1867 it was finally given its own genus — Pseudotsuga — which means false hemlock. The
hyphenated name is meant to indicate it's not a true fir. It was at one time the greatest source of lumber in America, and remains a dominant source.
There's an old proverb that suggests picking apart the flower will lead to greater appreciation of it. I have found this to be untrue. Having studied the science of trees I see them differently. I see them where I didn't before. Hopefully this short introduction spurs you to the same. But it's not enough to read. You've got to get out there and observe, and listen. Move around. Gently like.
*This excludes naturalized trees and treelike shrubs. If such are included, the list grows to the
hundreds.
Utah State University Forestry Extension
Common Native Trees of Utah, Carl M. Johnson
Trees of Utah and the Intermountain West, Michael Kuhns
Field Guide to North American Trees Western Region, National Audubon Society
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The fall of Bill Cosby is bad karma for the Black Comunity I held out in favor of Mr. Cosby until the evidence appeared insurmountable.
As Bill Cosby was hauled off to jail, far-left professors like Marc Lamont Hill of Temple University were celebrating. According to Hill, who is a rabid race-baiter, Cosby got what coming to him.
While Cosby may very well be a sexual predator, he also used to spout inconvenient truths about what was taking place in some urban communities.
Cosby goaded young blacks to get rid of the baggy, prison-style pants that gang members wear. He chided them for having children out of wedlock. He placed a lot of the blame for black poverty on them and their choices in life.
However true that may be, black left-wing academics like Hill accused him of beating up on poor blacks.
So is it karma that Cosby is now the one behind bars? I think its bad karma for young black kids that now have only people such as Marc Lamont Hill as role models.
I always respected Bill Cosby for the totality of his life.
When I was in college, my roommate was given to playing an old Cosby comedy album about his days at Temple University. It was, at the same time, clean humor and as funny as you could imagine. I began to associate Cosby with a small group of comedians that I thoroughly enjoyed – for being able entertain and be funny without being off-color (if you'll excuse the term).
Long before "The Cosby Show" sitcom, (And the "Bill Cosby Show" and "Cosby") I knew that Mr. Cosby had become the first black man with star billing in a major network drama – as he played the role of Alexander "Scotty" Scott in NBC's 1965 espionage series "I Spy." I loved "The Cosby Kids" as Mr. Cosby lent his vice to "Fat Albert" on CBS in 1972.
Three great shows. Drop-dead hilarious comedy. Conservative values. Somehow I knew it was too good to be true.
I held out in favor of Mr. Cosby until the evidence appeared insurmountable.
I believed with all my heart that Cosby was a treasure – not only for all Americans, but especially for young blacks in the inner city that need to lose the baggy pants and do something positive with their lives.
To me, Cosby had a point. I've always considered the concept of "black names" to be cultural – and understand that kids can't help what they're named. (My name is "Lynn" and I'm a guy!) But I think Cosby was simply saying that a kid with a more ordinary name might grow up with a better chance. I don't know. I just know that he condemned the gangsta life and wanted black kids to study and do well.
The sad thing is that no young black will get anywhere by listening to Marc Lamont Hill.
He is a professor and uses "hip-hop" culture to try to keep kids in school – so good for him. But unfortunately, he is a far leftist, social justice agitator and young blacks that follow in his footsteps should be warned.
Meanwhile, Cosby's lawyers will face long odds in trying to free him.
Cosby's lawyers are paid to try – but the 81-year old, legally-blind Cosby won't be free for a long time, if ever. He may rot in jail. He may deserve to if the evidence against him is all true – as it seems to be.
But there are a few factors that stick in my logical mind. First, Bill Cosby's body of work as a comedian and a TV star is exemplary. Second, his admonitions to young blacks were right on target and should be heeded. Third, Bill Clinton still exists in society as a free man.


The blue collar energy that Philadelphia provides builds character for its local artists. It takes a certain type of talent and dedication to win the attention and the heart of Broad Street but once it's captured, it strengthens your confidence to shine outside of your of city.
Last night British singer, songwriter, and composer David Gray graced the stage of the Temple University Performing Arts Center, giving fans a taste of his upcoming album Mutineers. Gray brought with him an eight-piece band equipped with strings, keys and backing vocalists, and began the sold out show with material from the new album, set to release in June. Various audience members shouted song suggestions from his back-catalog, but Gray replied "New stuff first, chill out." Needless to say, the remainder of his set did not disappoint. Check out photos from the show in the gallery below.


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Jensen Noen
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(1987-04-20) April 20, 1987 (age 32)
Ukraine, Poltava
Hollywood Hills, California, U.S.
Director, Cinematographer, Scriptwriter
Elina Fedorova (2015–present)
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Jensen Noen (born ukr. Євген Ножечкін, rus. Евгений Ножечкин, April 20, 1987) is a Los Angeles-based filmmaker, working as a film, commercials and music video director, cinematographer and writer. Originally from Ukraine, Jensen gained notoriety with his early work including the award-winning "Oceans Within Us" and "Blesscode". Since moving to the United States, Jensen has worked with some of the biggest names in entertainment including Khalid, Jay Z, Bryson Tiller, Normani and many others. His latest feature Film, The Perception, has already won awards for Best Feature Film, Best Feature Film Director, Best Thriller and Best Screenplay. Jensen is an honored member of the Ukrainian Film Academy, Union of Filmmakers of Ukraine and the Producers Guild of Ukraine.
2 Music videos and commercials
3 Films and cinematography
4 Scissor Films LLC
Jensen Noen was born in Ukraine, Poltava. In 2009 he moved to Kyev and started his career as a musician in a Down & Dirty rock band as a guitar and keyboard player. He launched his video production career with MTV where he directed several television shows. Working at MTV gave him the opportunity to expand his work into directing commercials and music videos where he collaborated with top Eastern European artists and labels.[1] In 2009, Jensen directed his first short film, "Oceans Within Us", which won two prestigious awards including the Grand Prize for the best short film at the Kyiv International Short Film Festival and Best Short-Length Film of 2011 from the Ukrainian Producer Association and Association of Cinema.[2] His next short film, Blesscode, also won awards for Best Film Script and Best Short Film at industry film festivals. In 2014, Jensen relocated to Los Angeles, California, where he has taken the opportunity to move forward with his career in film, music, and television. He recently completed his first feature film, The Perception, starring the Oscar-nominated Eric Roberts and Nick Bateman. The Perception is expected to debut in 2019.[3][4]
Music videos and commercials[edit]
Jensen has worked with many of music's top talents in Europe and the United States including Jay Z, Bryson Tiller, Khalid, Normani, Maxwell, Duke Dumont, Asking Alexandria,[5] I See Stars,[6] and many others.[7] He received great industry and commercial praise for his video for top Eastern European pop band Ruki Vverh!).[8][9][10] As a result of this success, Jensen began to direct videos for RCA, Virgin Records, Roadrunner Records, Atlantic Records, Sumerian Records, and Rise Records. Jensen's success with music videos also led him into opportunities directing and producing commercials.[8]
Films and cinematography[edit]
Jensen's career includes numerous short films. Most notably, he directed the award-winning shorts "Oceans Within Us" and "Blesscode" in Europe. Once he moved to the United States he continued his film career with "Observer", which allowed Jensen to blend his love of film and music video. Jensen's film "Gambit", about a character from the Marvel universe, starring Nick Bateman, received outstanding reviews and viral word of mouth that pushed Jensen and Nick into the industry limelight.[11][12] The success of Gambit led to their next collaboration, The Perception. The Perception, Jensen's first feature-length movie, was selected by numerous international film festivals. The European and Asian theatrical release is anticipated in the beginning of 2019.
The Perception won "Best Feature Film Director" from the ITFF Film & Entertainment Industry, "Best Feature Film Director" and "Best Screenplay" from the South Film and Arts Academy Festival, "Best Trailer" from the Pitch to Screen Film Awards in 2018, Best US made feature film from Prince of Prestige Awards 2018, and Best thriller from Oniros Film Awards 2018.[13]
Scissor Films LLC[edit]
Jensen and his partner Sam Malko, launched their own production company, Scissor Films LLC in 2015 handling post-production music video work for artists including Ariana Grande, Busta Rhymes, Lil Uzi, Future, and Steve Aoki.[14]
2018 – Best US made feature film - The Perception (Director: Jensen Noen), at Prince of Prestige Awards - Apopka, FL, United States
2018 – Best thriller - The Perception (Director: Jensen Noen), at Oniros Film Awards - Aosta, Italy
2018 – Best Foreign Feature Film Director for The Perception at ITFF Film & Entertainment Industry[15]
2018 – Best Feature Film Director and Best Screenplay for The Perception at the South Film and Arts Academy Festival[16]
2018 – Best Trailer for The Perception at Pitch to Screen Film Awards
2017 – Honored artist of various arts of Ukraine - Film Director and Producer
2017 – Honorary Award for his excellent art level and high viewer interest for Gambit – The Association of Producers of Ukraine
2016 – "I See Stars – Calm Snow" - Nomination: Best Music Video of the Year by the version of Alternative Press Music Awards[17]
2016 – First-degree diploma, a harmonic realization of music and picture in the film "Observer" and his producer professionalism - The Association of Producers of Ukraine
2015 – Short Film Blesscode - Film Festival Winner In the nomination 'Short film' at Independent International Internet Short
2015 – Honorary Award for best film director and producer - The Association of Producers of Ukraine
2014 – Best Producer - Association at Cannes Film Marketplace by the Head of The Association of Producers of Ukraine
2013 – Honorary Award for Personal Achievement - Institute of Producing of Ukraine
2013 – Short film "Blesscode" - "Best Short Film Script" by the Association of Producers of Ukraine
2012 – First Place Amateur Cinema Art - Kyiv Popular Arts Festival
2011 – Oceans Within Us - Best short-length film of 2011 by the Ukrainian Producer Association and Association of Cinema
2009 – Oceans Within Us, the grand prize winner at Kyiv International Short Film Festival (KISFF)
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WarSeer > Wargaming > Games Workshop > Warhammer: 40,000 > 40K Background > A technical query.
View Full Version : A technical query.
This is something I've wanted to know for ages. I've looked as best I can but cannot find if there is a technical term for the 'horns' on a berserker's helmet. I don't know if they are just a decoration with no term but if anyone knows what they are I'd be grateful for any help.
apparently its called a 'Arx Death helmet' according to one poster.


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The American Dental Association has named February as "National Children's Dental Health Month." During this time, it is a great idea to begin your kids on the road to positive oral health. Here are five smart tips to get your child flossing each day.
Young children learn quickly, so it is important to teach them the importance of taking good care of their teeth. Explaining how flossing will uphold positive oral health is key. It is best to tell children flossing removes food particles that get trapped between teeth so that cavities do not form. When teeth are healthy, painful decay will not be a problem, and a smile will remain beautiful. When children comprehend the benefits of flossing, they will continue the practice into adulthood.
Since children like feeling secure, they embrace routines. This is a good reason parents must establish solid oral health routines that includes flossing. When children get in the habit of brushing and flossing each day, it becomes second nature and no longer feels like a chore. Dental experts recommend flossing children's teeth from age two.
Children learn by example. When parents brush and floss regularly, children will follow. Kids emulate their parents. Watching parents take care of their teeth makes children want to maintain healthy mouths as well.
When a child continues to floss consistently and with the correct technique, it is nice to offer a reward. Positive reinforcement does not have to include food. Since providing sweets can discourage good dental habits, it is better to reward your child with a movie or other special time together.
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United StatesThe qualification between science, designing, and innovation isn't in every case clear. Science is orderly learning of the physical or material world increased through perception and experimentation. Technologies are not typically solely results of science, since they need to fulfill necessities, for example, utility, ease of use, and safety. Building is the objective situated procedure of planning and making devices and frameworks to misuse normal wonders for viable human means, frequently (yet not continually) utilizing results and systems from science. The improvement of innovation may draw upon numerous fields of learning, including logical, building, scientific, semantic, and authentic information, to accomplish some down to earth result. Innovation is regularly a result of science and building, in spite of the fact that innovation as a human action goes before the two fields. For instance, science may ponder the stream of electrons in electrical channels by utilizing effectively existing apparatuses and information. This newly discovered learning may then be utilized by architects to make new instruments and machines, for example, Envelope size, semiconductors, PCs, and different types of trend setting innovation. In this sense, researchers and architects may both be viewed as technologists; the three fields are regularly considered as one for the motivations behind research and reference. The correct relations among science and innovation specifically have been bantered by researchers, antiquarians, and policymakers in the late twentieth century, to a limited extent in light of the fact that the discussion can illuminate the subsidizing of essential and connected science. In the quick wake of World War II, for instance, it was generally considered in the United States that innovation was essentially "connected science" and that to finance fundamental science was to procure mechanical outcomes in due time. An enunciation of this reasoning could be found unequivocally in Vannevar Bush's treatise on after war science arrangement, Science – The Endless Frontier: "New items, new ventures, and more occupations require ceaseless increments to learning of the laws of nature ... This basic new learning can be gotten just through essential logical research." In the late-1960s, nonetheless, this view went under direct assault, driving towards activities to support science for particular assignments (activities opposed by mainstream researchers). The issue stays petulant, however most examiners oppose the model that innovation basically is an aftereffect of logical research.


Suolaej rested against the cliff wondering where his mates went after his nap that he decided to take a few hours ago. He angrily sat there running his hand through the sand. He heard them coming down the side of the cliff as he stood up in a shade of light gray.
"Where did you go?" Suolaej asked feeling annoyed. He noticed they both were in bright shades of gold.
"We just took a walk." Retah shyly admitted casting her eyes down.
"You have MATED!" Suolaej fumed feeling intense anger climb inside of him.
"And why does that concern you?" Yven asked feeling smug knowing Suolaej was intensely jealous.
"It doesn't! But we have to find that young one and you two are fooling around out there!" Suolaej yelled not wanting to admit how he felt inside.
"We have a right to do this Suolaej. We have been bonded together years ago by the great one." Retah defended liking the idea that he was feeling jealousy over them.
"Well... I..I just think it is a stupid time to suddenly want to...."
"Suolaej we had to wait out the storm and I love her and want to be with her." Yven exclaimed seeing Suolaej turn black in shade. He hated that she chose him first. He always thought since their marriage between the three of them that he would be the one to mate with Retah first. He rubbed his cheek trying to get over his anger toward them. He knew they had the right.
"Well let's get started and find that young one." Suolaej stated desperately wanting to change the subject.
"First I want to know why we couldn't feel his mind." Retah questioned looking from one to the other.
"That's easy to answer you fool! He is hiding behind that block in his mind!" Suolaej bellowed not believing her stupidity. She turned a shade of black.
"Don't you dare address me like that or in that tone of voice!" Retah shouted angrily looking at him straight in the eyes.
"Then don't ask such stupid questions. I have this strange feeling that someone is helping that human. He seems to be following a path. And someone is leading him." Suolaej informed both his mates.
"I have thought of that myself. The human doesn't know this terrain and he seems to be escaping our every move toward him. And I think it is the beast. He is out there somewhere." Yven added in as Suolaej started forward into the desert. Retah felt hurt by his rude remarks as she followed wanting only to be close to Yven. They picked up speed again starting to search the desert for any sign of the young human.
Taylor was feeling extremely tired and felt a little dizzy. His stomach was starting to feel upset. The heat was stifling as he opened his shirt in the front trying to get cool.
"Taylor? Don't do that. Close your shirt." Walker warned feeling concerned.
"But it is so hot. I can't stand it!" Taylor moaned feeling sticky and way to hot. Saber came up to the side of him and gingerly pushed him on the back.
"Don't!" Taylor yelled feeling annoyed. He took out the water bottle again and took a another long drink.
"Taylor look to your right." Neque instructed feeling scared for the young one. She knew the heat was getting to him.
"Where?" Taylor mumbled with tears welling in his eyes.
"There is a crop of large boulders there. Go over there and rest my Taylor." Neque said watching him nod his head and cracked a small smile. He quickly walked toward them as the Noil still followed close behind. Taylor sat down resting in the shade and leaned his head against the rock feeling very sleepy.
"Taylor don't fall asleep. You have to stay awake!" Walker demanded watching Taylor's face turn into a frown.
"I'm so tired. I can't take much more of this." Taylor cried out grabbing a hand full of sand and threw it angrily into the air.
"Tay. Please calm down. You're going to be just fine." Walker said in a soothing voice.
"Don't tell me to calm down! I hate this! They had no right to kidnap me! I want to go home! I want....." Taylor screamed as he broke down into sobs covering his hands over his face. Saber layed down a few feet in front of him and cocked his head watching the creature curiously.
"Tay we feel the same way. We are going to get you out of here. With every step we are getting closer to you and you to us." Walker assured him, wishing he could hold him in his arms, seeing his son crying in anguish.
"I know. I'm sorry Dad. I didn't mean it. I just want to go home. I want to stop feeling afraid. They are out there probably looking for me again. I'm scared. I'm scared DAD!" Taylor cried in pain, looking out into the distance. He wondered if he was going to make it. The mountains looked very far away.
"Tay? We're here. They won't catch you. You are stronger then you think. Look you came this far Tay. You have to make it!" Zac boldly yelled trying to give his brother encouragement. Taylor nodded with tears still streaming down his face as he twisted his ring around his finger nervously.
"I...I love you!" Taylor shouted and smiled sniffing back his tears.
"Hey! I love you too!" Zac bellowed back smiling.
"And look Tay. You're not alone. Saber loves you and will protect." Ike added as Taylor smiled again watching the Noil staring at him.
"I wish you guys were with me. I miss you so much." Taylor said blinking back the tears. He stood up with his legs shaking a little and walked up to the Noil. He reached out and petted Saber between the ears. The Noil happily started to hum.
"Well let's go Saber. We have a long way to go." Taylor told the beast as he stood up and turned walking next to Taylor again.
"If you want to rest more you can Taylor." Walker said as Taylor shook his head.
"No. I'm alright now. I can walk some more." Taylor answered finding new strength feeling determined to move on.


MADISON, Wis. (AP) — Two 12-year-old Wisconsin girls who have been charged with stabbing and nearly killing a friend told investigators that they planned the slaying to curry favor with a fictional character they read about on a horror website.
The girls told Wisconsin police that they read about Slenderman on the website creepypasta.wikia.com.
Online communities have developed to distribute creepypastas and create new ones, said Chris Edmond, a writer who posts under the username MrCreepyPasta. The stories can attract large audiences; Edmond has 385,000 Facebook followers and 500,000 YouTube subscribers.
Edmond said sites dedicated to creepypastas are in no way meant to incite violence. Instead, he said, the goal is to be creative and foster the horror genre.
Creepypasta.wikia.com is part of a larger site, wikia.com, which includes 2,700 wikis devoted to fan fiction. A wiki allows groups of users to add, delete, edit and share information.
Attempts to reach site operators by phone and email were unsuccessful.
Should children be reading this?
Creepypasta sites aren't aimed at children, but they attract thousands of readers younger than 18. Edmond said about one-third of his audience on Facebook and YouTube is between the ages of 13 and 17.
Joanne Cantor, a retired University of Wisconsin-Madison professor who studied the effect of media on children, said stories like Slenderman can have a greater effect because children can interact with the tale by viewing pictures, watching videos or posting their own versions of stories or comments.
''It could very well be that they were confused about reality'' in the stabbing case, Cantor said.
She recommended parents talk to their children about how to determine whether things they see on the Internet are real.
''It should say to parents, don't underestimate what's going on in your kids' media use,'' Cantor said.
• Who is Slender Man?


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Three men from places in the Solihull Borough died on 10th August 1915:
Private Gilbert Walter Bick from Olton died in Gallipoli whilst serving with the 5th Battalion, Wiltshire Regiment.
Signaller Tom Turner from Solihull died in Gallipoli whilst serving with the 9th Battalion, Royal Warwickshire Regiment.
Sergeant Edward John Cox M.S.M. from Copt Heath, Knowle, serving with the Warwickshire Yeomanry, died from enteric fever in Egypt, having volunteered to stay aboard the transporter H.M.T. Wayfarer to tend to horses after the ship was torpedoed.
According to Soldiers Died in the Great War, Gilbert Bick was born in Yardley, although his entries on the 1901 and 1911 censuses give his place of birth as Olton. He was baptised at St Margaret's Church, Olton on 22nd September 1895. His father, Henry, was a self-employed landscape gardener in Acocks Green in 1901, and Head Gardener and Bailiff, living at Wast Hills Farm, Kings Norton in 1911 (this could mean he was working for the Cadbury family, whose home was Wast Hills House). Interestingly, in 1901, the Bick family had a visitor staying with them in Acocks Green – Albert Edward Mark Whittle (1877-1917) a professional cricketer, who played for Warwickshire 1900-1906 and Somerset 1907-11. It seems that Gilbert intended to carry on his family's farming tradition – he was recorded as a farm pupil in 1911. He is commemorated on war memorials at: St Margaret's Church, Olton; Olton United Reformed Church; and St Laurence's Church, Alvechurch.
Gilbert's brother, Harry Charles Bick (born in Olton in 1893) served as a Private with the Canadian Infantry.
Tom Turner and his family had a strong link with St Alphege Church, Solihull. His parents, George Daniel Turner (a painter and decorator, and a plumber) and Annie Eden, were married there in 1885. George was aged 25 and recorded as a bachelor. Annie was aged 24 and a spinster.
Tom was one of seven siblings baptised there between 1886-1895 (he was baptised on 12th June 1892). He had a younger brother, Frederick John, who was born on 24th December 1895 but not apparently baptised, probably as a result of the subsequent death of his mother. Three of the eight siblings died in infancy – William (1889-1890), George (born and died 1891) and Doris (1894-1895) – whilst the eldest child, Gertrude Annie (1886-1898) died at the age of 11.
Annie Turner, was buried at St Alphege Church on 14th January 1896, having apparently died in childbirth. Tom's father remarried at St Alphege in 1897 and had four more children with his second wife between 1898-1907.
This photograph, kindly sent in by Tom's great-great nephew, was taken around 1904 and shows Tom (5th right) with his grandmother, his father and step-mother, his brothers, Dick (1893-1984) and Frederick John (1895-1979), and his sister Elsie Emma (1888-1986), as well as his half-sisters, Dorothy Rosser Turner (1898-1975), Mary Alice (1903-1972) and Winifred Madge (1900-1970).
George, who had a business (Turner and Trueman, plumbers and painters) adjacent to the Masons' Arms in Solihull High Street, was buried at St Alphege in 1908, aged 48, and his second wife, Emily (née Rosser), was buried there in 1909, aged 43.
Private Tom Turner (1892-1915)
After the death of his father and step-mother, Tom went to live with his uncle, John Durham Turner, at Rose Cottage, Birmingham Road, Solihull and he carried on his father's profession as a painter and decorator. Tom married Selina Izon in 1915, just few months before he was killed at Gallipoli. We have been sent a newspaper article, in which his wife appeals for information after being notified that he was missing at the Dardanelles. She gave her address as The Nest, Broad Oaks Road, Solihull and asked for any comrades of her husband from 'A' Company, 9th Battalion, Royal Warwickshire Regiment to get in touch.
Tom had been a member of St Alphege church choir and was a regular service ringer at the church so was commemorated at St Alphege with a memorial tablet erected on the east wall of the bell ringing tower. The tablet, which was erected in 1920, also records the accomplishment of a muffle peal, rung in his memory.
Tablet in the Ringing Chamber at St Alphege Church, Solihull, recording the peal of Grandsire Caters rung in memory of Pte Tom Turner
Tom's younger brother, Dick (1893-1984), had joined the Royal Navy in 1911 and served throughout the war before leaving the forces in 1927.
Tom Turner is also commemorated locally on the Solihull War Memorial and every year a wreath is laid in his memory at the Remembrance Day Parade. On the centenary of his death, 10th August 2015, bellringers at St Alphege Church rang a half-muffled quarter peal, lasting 47 minutes.
Poppy wreath laid at Solihull war memorial 11th November 2018 by St Alphege bell ringers in memory of Tom Turner
Edward John Cox was born in Winchcombe, Gloucestershire, in 1887, the third of 12 children born to William and Alice Mary Cox, who moved up to Warwickshire during 1887/8 and settled in Wootton Wawen and Claverdon before moving to Solihull by 1896, and then to Monkspath by 1898. At the time of the 1911 census the family was living at Copt Heath Farm, and three of the 12 children had died. Edward and his younger brother, Francis, were listed as farmer's sons, working on the farm. It seems that Edward enlisted in the Warwickshire Yeomanry before January 1909. The regiment was part of the Territorial Force and was mobilised in August 1914, assembling at Warwick on 10th August and spending some months at Newbury and Norfolk before being ordered to Egypt in April 1915. Sergeant Cox was with the party that set sail on 10th April from Avonmouth for Alexandria on board the transport ship Wayfarer. Aboard were six officers and 189 men, with over 760 horses and mules. On the following day, some 60 miles off the Isles of Scilly, the ship was torpedoed by U-Boat U 32 and suffered a hit on the port side just forward of the engine room. Both the engine room and boilers were flooded and four men died. The rest of the men safely escaped the ship aboard lifeboats and were picked up an hour later by a small trading steamer, the S. S. Framfield, but the horses remained on board the Wayfarer.
Major Robert Airth Richardson, commanding the 1st Warwickshire Yeomanry, returned to the ship a few hours later and then requested volunteers for a fatigue party of two officers and 18 men to assist with the horses. Sergeant Cox was one of those who volunteered. The Framfield towed the stricken Wayfarer to Queenstown in Ireland, where the horses were safely landed (only three horses had been lost). A couple of weeks later, on 29th April 1915, Major Richardson, three officers and 130 men, with 80 horses, embarked on board H.M.T. Lake Manitoba and sailed for Egypt, reaching Alexandria on 14th May. Edward Cox died of enteric fever in Alexandria on 10th August 1915. He was posthumously awarded the Meritorious Service Medal (gazetted 6th September 1918) for gallantry at sea when the Transport Wayfarer was torpedoed. Edward Cox is commemorated locally at the Soldiers' Chapel, Knowle. His youngest brother, Arthur Noel Cox (1897-1918) also died on active service.
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Damn it.
Very slowly, with exaggerated care, I closed the door. My eyes were fixed on the outermost edge of the circle, my peripheral vision covering the shears and the interior, up until the closing door blocked my field of view.
I couldn't say why the closed door made me feel more secure. Whatever was supposed to be in that circle probably wouldn't be stopped by a door. But the fear I'd felt before opening the door had broken up into a general sense of disquiet. My heart wasn't racing, but was pounding, with very slow, heavy beats. Absently, I grabbed my sweatshirt on the way down the stairs.
Rose was waiting for me on the third floor. "Blake! You idiot!"
I didn't want to hear it. "I can barely hear you. Meet you in the study."
I passed into the secret room, circled around to the far end and climbed down the ladder to reach the area with the mirror.
"What the hell were you doing?"
"I take it you read the letter," I said. I was almost relieved to have the distraction of a conversation with Rose. I wanted to think on the circle, the possibilities there, but what the hell was I even supposed to do? I couldn't even think straight, let alone read.
"Upside-down, but yes. You don't go talking to demons or whatever elses without preparation."
"It was prepared," I said. I turned the letter around, then tapped it. "This was an emergency measure. A 'you're-fucked-and-you-need-the-big-guns-now' measure. Grandmother outlined the key instructions."
"You don't go running off to check if you haven't read about it in depth. There's material on this guy." Her voice was rising as she talked.
"I had to check," I said, feeling more grounded. Feeling a little more sure of myself, I said, "I was thinking it might have killed Molly."
"What Laird said… I had the impression this thing might have killed Molly, and that Laird was misleading us when he said he knew what killed her. By saying that, he leads us to think the threat is from out there, and that way we have our backs turned when the threat from within comes after us."
"So? You read up on it, so you know what to say to it-"
"I wasn't going to say a thing, if it was there. No need to track the conversation if we don't interact. I only needed a glance, and that glance showed me that there wasn't anything in the circle."
"I- huh? What do you mean?"
"A pair of scissors apparently penetrated a circle drawn on the floor."
"It's free?"
"I don't know," I said. "The door was locked, Molly didn't use that key, unless the lawyer resealed it in wax when they reshelved the books. It doesn't fit. Maybe grandmother betrayed her own rules and brought something reflective into that room and then positioned it to where it might interfere with the circle, before locking everything up, but it'd be crazy to do that. If the thing can jump into our eyes, it can jump into the metal on scissors."
"You're right. That doesn't make sense."
"It doesn't," I said. "Which puts me in the funny spot of feeling more sure that it's in that room, than I was before."
"I don't know how you can jump to that conclusion," Rose said. "It's better, now that it looks like it's gone?"
"I don't know. Which is why we're going to do a little bit of reading, now," I said. I felt more centered. Somewhere between 'explaining is the best way to learn' and 'misery loves company', explaining to Rose had helped me to find my mental and emotional footing, clarifying my thoughts so I could argue them. "Let's meet Barba-whatsit."
I found and picked up Dark Names.
"This is the sort of thing we need to read before you go to places like that."
"Rose," I said. So much for that bit on emotional and mental footing.
"I don't want to let this opportunity go by, because it needs saying. First you go off with Laird, and I have to pull your ass out of the fire, and now you go-"
"Rose!" I said, louder.
She shut up.
"We can't do this," I said. "You second guessing me at every turn. This arguing. I've been through some shit-"
"So have I, in case you haven't noticed," she said, bitter.
"Nearly getting killed?" I asked.
"I was there! We're connected, Blake. You die, I probably die."
"Before," I said. "Before any of this. I'm talking about when I was seventeen and newly homeless and picking the wrong spot to settle down for the night, only to find out that a local gang thinks you're staking out their stash or drop point or something, and you get beat down by a group of six or seven people? Or having a group of teenagers with BB guns come after you because they want a live target and you're pretty much subhuman to them? The pellets don't go very far beneath the skin, but one of them hit something, because my arm bruised purple from the bicep to my hand."
"You never said anything about that," Rose said.
"There were worse days. Days I'm probably never going to talk to you about. Or tell anyone about, even if some people close to me maybe put some of the puzzle pieces together. I'm not aiming for pity here, I don't want it. I don't want to use this for leverage to win an argument. What I was going to say was that I've been through stuff, before any of this, and I made it this far with my instincts. I can't and won't abandon them."
"I'm going to be a bit of a bitch here," Rose said. "I don't think your instincts are that good."
"They weren't good when I was first on the streets, either. But I honed them, I stayed alive and mostly whole, I refined those instincts, found people I could trust, and with their help I got to a point where I was surviving on my own. Which is something I'm proud of. I can do the same here, but I need time to get a handle on it all."
"We don't have time," she said. "At this rate, you're going to make a mistake, and we can't afford mistakes."
"Then help. Continue helping, please. We're the same, the only difference being that I walked a different path."
"And you're still walking it," Rose said. "It's a lot to ask, for me to trust you as an extension of me, when I'm not sure I trust myself."
"I'm going to ask it anyways," I said. "That you trust me, and that you trust yourself. I'll talk to you about this stuff more, but I need it to be a talk. Don't second guess everything I do, or it's just going to become noise, and the doubts are going to fuck me up as much as anything. I need cooperation, collaboration."
"You want me to cater to your unique needs, but is there any consideration to mine? I've been dealing… I've got the memories of dealing with our family for years. It doesn't exactly build up a team player mentality."
"My experiences didn't either," I said. Barring the last year or two. "But I'll try if you do. Please."
She was glaring at me, practically bristling with frustration. I probably didn't look happy either, now that I thought on it.
Without saying anything more, I turned my attention to the book, until I found the page.
No image. Only text.
I looked up at Rose, and she was gone from the frame. She reappeared, holding her own copy. I could hear the thud as it hit the desk on her side.
"Page thirty-eight," I said.
"Thank you," she responded.
The being I have named Barbatorem is an entity falling under the classification Insolitus Nex. This author does not believe in stricter classifications, and leaves it to others to label him a devil or goblin as they see fit. It is difficult to impossible to guess as to his origins, but one can speculate that it came about after the dawn of human civilization, given the common elements and the trend in appearances.
The entity was first bound by this author on April 23rd, 1953. The binding was a difficult one to tackle, with a little more than a share of guesswork going into the execution. In the end, this author used an Ut Vires approach pointing to Contrarium methodology. An abstract entity bound in a rule-defining diagram of geometric lines and Byzantine notation. Twenty years after the fact, this author stands by her reasoning at the time.
Should another practitioner need to bait him again, know that this author used: a pile of festering boar carcasses, six feet high, each carved with his name when well into their state of decay, the decay timed using refrigeration to be roughly parallel; seven jars of burning hair, resupplied keep the flames perpetually alight; and the crest of this offering was an innocent and a virgin in the form of a one year old innocent, placed at the height of the pile. For more on the reasoning behind this methodology, please see my other work, Dark Contracts, chapter four.
This author cannot say whether he was attracted to the virgin aspect or the innocent, but this author was nonetheless happy to have an option at hand to serve both purposes. The child was unharmed and largely unaware of what occurred.
Given Barbatorem's nature, this author would recommend another means of baiting him in the future, as he will remember, anticipate and adapt with each means used. He agreed to be bound by the seal of Suleiman bin Daoud four months after the initial capture. See the Others volumes, book one, chapter one, if unfamiliar with the seal. The diagram this author used for entrapment, necessitating only one line to open or close, can be found on page five of this entry, followed by the means of summoning and the recommended diagram for imprisonment.
Signing Barbatorem to the Standard remains the proudest accomplishment for this author, at that particular date and time, marking her first feat in this particular field.
Those looking to interact with Barbatorem at any length should see about precautions against abstract entities in Classifying Others: Fiends and Darker Beings, chapter four, and the texts on means of attack and defense against Others, in Infernal Wrath, chapter two.
Rose was already looking up at me when I finished. A bit faster than me when it came to reading.
"A baby?" she asked.
"Option at hand," I said, as I turned the page to get a look at what came next, "I guess Uncle Charles or Aunt Irene get offhand mentions in the books."
"I still hate them, but I'm maybe getting a sense of why they're a little fucked up," Rose said.
"This is the second mention of the Suleiman dude I've seen."
"Suleiman bin Daoud," she said.
"Want to do some side research while I get caught up on Barbatorem, here? Look up the chapters in those other books, and maybe get some info on the seal?"
"Okay," Rose said. "Working together?"
I nodded, then I looked up at the second floor, where the bookshelves line the walls. I tried to remember, voicing my thoughts aloud as I pointed to each in turn. "Types of magic, shelf one, shelf two. I think it then focuses on Others, two or three shelves. Can I turn the mirror?"
I turned the mirror, so Rose had access to the ladder and the bookshelves in question.
I resumed reading.
Barbers were once surgeons, in addition to their other roles. The red on a barber's pole is a reference to bloodletting. Barbatorem is both, a warrior of sorts, acting with surgical precision on whatever target he is directed at. A recurring theme in earlier stories suggests that he was sent against the summoner's enemies, almost always powerful figures, and he brought them to ruin in the worst ways. He does not seek out mischief with those who summon him, but he takes advantage if one is offered. For this reason, he is a reasonably safe entity to summon if one takes care to follow instructions. He serves as a better deleterious sending against an enemy than he does as a boon-giver. This author and three acquaintances have summoned and used him without issue.
Barbatorem, before being sealed, tended to visit small settlements and sites of war, either during or after the altercation. Given his nature, it is hard to get eyewitness reports that corroborate his involvement in events. The unawakened tend to note a stench of rot, blood or burning hair, or a crude but exceptionally sharp and sturdy cutting instrument found in the aftermath of a grisly event, invariably lost a day or two later.
Physically, he rends his victims, and the surgeon aspect becomes evident in how he inflicts the maximum damage possible without ever killing them, though the methods change as his form does. He will mend the damage with an expert level of care that exceeds typical modern standards, if it means keeping the victim alive. Despite the blood shed in this process, his victims typically die by other means like starvation or dehydration, unable to move under their own power or communicate a request for aid, due to a lack of limbs, missing tongue and teeth or a lack of working sensory organs, and the isolation that follows an attack.
On a more abstract level, Barbatorem deals a deeper form of damage that is hard to encapsulate in this text. Rather than state the myriad ways he might harm his victims, this author would suggest a few key points to note, suggesting the wider variety of feats he can accomplish: It is believed that he can sever his target's ability to access any higher plane, forever and irrevocably denying them whatever good things might await them after death, and he can remove any ability a practitioner has. He can pass into a demesne without needing permission, though he cannot enter an ordinary home owned by a non-practitioner (see Classifying Others, chapter four). He can evade barriers and typical practitioner's defenses. This in mind, he obviously serves as a suitable weapon if directed at a practitioner.
Barbatorem takes no one shape, but tends to favor a particular form for several years at a time before unknown events prompt a change. Previous forms include: a bipedal sheep, largely bald but for sparse patches; a bloated man disfigured to a monstrous point by lash-wounds; a pair of children hand-in-hand; and a legless man on a horse. In every form, however, he carries a bladed instrument of some kind. He has been known to carry scissors, clippers or shears in more than half of the recorded cases. Death, mutilation and a lack of hair figure into each form in one way or another (see descriptions in individual entries for notes on these fronts). Ergo, the barber reference.
"The shears are a part of him," I said, more to myself. A glance in the mirror showed me that Rose was on the floor above, a book resting on the railing as she turned a page. Did he leave them behind? Would he?
Barbatorem is mute, making dealings hard. He will see a contract up to seven times before refusing all further contracts. In this event, one can dismiss him and summon him again, but it must be to offer something else. In a dealing, he will offer expert skill in medicine, in exchange for enough blood to make the practitioner pass out – take care to avoid spilling any on the circle. He will offer to extend a practitioner's natural lifespan by half-again or by twenty-five years, whichever is less, at the cost of the practitioner forever smelling blood, rot, and/or burning hair. He can offer to ensure that one's blades never dull, in exchange for enough of the practitioner's flayed skin to fill two cupped hands.
There were two diagrams drawn out in black, with measurements along each face, and a ritual for summoning him. The rest of the pages had stories. Mutilated men driven to madness, without a thing left. Limbless, suckling fruitlessly on the teats of livestock. Blind men frantically scratching out endless letters to loved ones lost to this 'barber', using stones on cobblestone, using their fingernails when no tool was at reach, then their blood, and then the uncovered bones of their fingers. That last one was a practitioner that tried to bind him and failed.
I reached the last page. Lines were drawn out, with words, followed by a shorthand cipher. 'I have changed the contract.' ctuvag 'I have changed the contract.' cvtuaa.
"So?" Rose asked, behind me.
"He has to be in the circle, still," I said. "Or I wouldn't still be here. Apparently we can't sense him until we're awakened, which might explain why I couldn't see him. This guy's spooky."
Rose nodded, solemn. "The bit on abstract entities is basically elaboration on what's in the note. The bit on attack and defense only matters if he's loose. There are a lot of charts. Describing what aspects to pay attention to, what elements and objects are most effective."
"Blood, burning hair, rot," I said.
"Not like that. Like in Essentials, malignant Others are going to react to purifying substances and patterns, like salt and running water. Fresh wood against dead things."
"Iron against things that are born from nature," I said.
"Right. But he's not entirely physical, so you need something prepared in advance, meeting a few prerequisites at once. Like, this isn't the right answer, but drawing out a pattern on a baseball bat and hitting him with it."
"So you're working past the abstract bit," I said. "No, I get it."
She lifted another book, turning it around so I could see a painting of a brown-skinned man with a funny little golden hat and a magnificent beard.
Rose explained, "Suleiman. Sorcerer king. He was the first practitioner who really worked for the betterment of mankind and actually made headway. He established rules and contracts, and he systematically worked to challenge the biggest, baddest Others out there that he could, then used them to help get others. It brought about an age where humans could stop being the playthings of Others and start developing as a civilization."
"Okay," I said. "And the seal?"
"A formal acknowledgement on the part of an Other, that they won't interfere with mankind without excuse, they'll obey certain rules, and the practitioners will leave them be. Typically an Other bears some symbol or token of this bargain. Over time it's gained a power of its own. Being sealed physically alters the Other, but it also affords them certain protections against us."
"Essentials alluded to that same deal," I said. "It was pretty vague."
"It was because it is," Rose said.
I glanced at her, waiting for elaboration, but she only shrugged.
"We know what Grandma was dealing with now," I said. I didn't add 'which I wanted to do in the first place, before you stopped me from reading that book.'
Instead, I said, "We can't know if he's inside that circle or not without awakening. Which we need to do anyways."
"On to the next part of the game plan?"
"My circle is drawn out," she said. "Want help?"
I didn't, but I was happier if she was on my side. "Please."
Together, we walked through the steps of drawing out the chalk circle. Circle first, then measuring it out so that there were five circles at set distances around that circle, the line running through the middle of each before I carefully erased each with a damp cloth. One symbol in each little circle.
Another circle, larger than the last, around the entire thing, with six circles at set intervals. I carefully set out each one.
And then a third, bounding the others. Seven circles.
"You're a lot quicker at this than I was," Rose said.
I shrugged. "You're faster at reading. Next?"
"Cabinet," Rose said. "Bottom shelf, far left."
I opened the cabinet. Bottom shelf, far left… the space as empty.
I looked back at the mirror, shaking my head.
"They were on my end." Rose lifted a bowl with crystals in it.
Once she showed me, I was able to find it. Bowl, crystals… ah, and a bag with other components, middle shelf, off to one side. It was all clustered together.
Each circle on the innermost and outermost ring got a little gold-rimmed bowl. I spoke aloud as I got each set up. "Crystal… myrrh… oil… spice…"
"Holly and holly berries," Rose said, at the same time I said, "raw iron."
We exchanged glances. I stood up and checked my book.
"Why?" Rose asked. "Mine says holly."
I approached the mirror, book held out. We each held our books out so her book was almost a reflection of mine. Sure enough, the text, the symbol for the inside of the little circle in question and the art for the token were all different.
"Grandmother?" Rose asked.
"I don't know," I said. "I get that Molly would have moved the components, but… I don't think Molly altered the book."
"The question is, what do we do about it?" Rose asked. "Do we each do a different ritual? Do I do your ritual, assuming it's right? Or vice versa?"
"If it's sabotage," I said, thinking aloud, "Which of us was sabotaged?"
We sat there for a good minute, thinking. Rose flipped through her book as I flipped through mine, as we searched for more discrepancies.
It was the only one we could find.
I hated doing nothing, being stalled like this. It was in the quiet moments that I felt like trouble would start breathing down my neck.
I turned to the bags, searching them. Not the contents, but the bags themselves. Holly… Iron…
The Holly bag had a different knot. Tied tighter, more neatly. Full.
"Let me see your ingredients?" I asked. "Show me the ones you haven't touched?"
Rose did.
Her iron ore nuggets were tied the same way my holly was.
"Molly used the iron," I said. "I think I will too."
"Blind faith?" Rose asked me.
"Grandmother…" I said, trailing off as I struggled to find a way of putting it, "I didn't get the feeling she's actively trying to fuck us over. It's more… collateral fuckery."
"Collateral fuckery," Rose echoed me.
"She's not going to sabotage us, and I can't think of anyone else who could or would."
"You want to trust the woman who summoned a demon that'll jump into our eyes, and left it in the attic for us to use if we needed?"
"I don't want to. I think I have to. I won't force you to do anything," I said. I got the lamps around the edges of the room and brought them closer to the circle, before using them to light tall candles.
"I'll do the holly, then," Rose said.
I could hear the faint sounds as she dropped individual berries in her bowl. My nuggets made a clatter.
"More abstract things for the middle ring," I said. Rose gave me directions to find each object she'd already set up on her side.
A dagger. An hourglass. A dreamcatcher. A small silver skull. A coin.
"Which catches you up to where I was," Rose said. "I got stumped. A rose, and something personal."
"Kitchen for the former," I said. "I can't help with the latter."
"We need the token offerings for the Others. I'll need a mirror in the kitchen to get that stuff, with the rose."
It wasn't a fast process. Molasses, milk, vegetable matter burned into a clean ash, honey, meat, and alcohol. I plucked a rose from where it sat in water. A touch limp, but it didn't matter too much.
"My food is looking pretty sad," she said. "Am I going to offend them if this milk isn't any good?"
"Did it go bad?" I asked.
"No, but I'm not even sure it's milk. It could be an illusion."
"It's the thought that counts, right?" I asked.
"I'm not so sure," she said. "Not here, with something like this."
I put the wine aside for later before going upstairs, my arms full. Everything went into a bowl, except the rose.
The basic stuff in the inner ring. The dagger, hourglass and all the rest in the middle ring… leaving me with one empty circle. The personal touch.
I hadn't brought much with me. I could probably dig a paintbrush or something out of a cabinet, but… it didn't feel like that was exactly it.
I checked my pockets, and I retrieved my keys. Joel's keys were still on them.
I felt the weight of them in my hand. They weren't my motorcycle keys, which would have been my first choice, but… they sort of fit. Keys opened doors. There was a freedom. They represented ownership, protecting things, and the fact that my friend's keys were on there…
I didn't like to owe people things. It was why I tended to insist on some reciprocation, paying back the woman who'd given me a drive here. Giving Joel my bike keys for his. I felt it was important to acknowledge those debts.
It would do. The keys found their place in the empty circle.
I set out the food as well. One offering to each bowl, for the outer ring.
"Oh, this next part is fun," Rose said.
I checked the book to see.
Clothes off.
"One at a time, or both of us at once?" Rose asked.
I didn't know. But when I opened my mouth to say so, I felt myself leaning one way, and pushed myself the rest of the way. "Both."
We stripped down, then sat in the center of the circles, backs turned to each other, with the mirror between us. I had to get up again a moment later, to get the book and lay it across my crossed legs.
Then the ritual itself. Looking around, I was aware of how dark the room was, with the oil lamps closer. I'd heated the wax on the bottom of each candle before fixing it to the floor around the circle, and reached for one now, along with a pair of tongs.
Incense, lit. Metal ore, heated.
Metal ore, heated some more.
Okay, it took a while to get to the point where I could see the heat in it. I quickly set it down, quiet, and moved the candle out of the circle.
This was it. I glanced over my shoulder, and I saw Rose, the edges of her shoulder, hair and face lit by the candles and lamps. Our positioning made it hard to see anything else, which was sort of the point.
I nodded a little.
We began in unison, reading the text. There were three translations for each line, one in a foreign language I couldn't place, one spelled out phonetically, and another with the English translation.
Our voices faltered some as we stumbled here and there. For the first four or five lines, one of us would reach the end before the other, pausing a fraction to let the other catch up.
We finished one line, almost chanting now as we sounded out the syllables with a kind of rhythm.
The circle moved, the bowls sliding across the floor, the diagram moving beneath them. Putting another bowl in front of me.
Another line.
Again, the circle moved before me. I didn't even dare look back at Rose. We'd found a stride, now, and the words were flowing more easily. The space outside the circle seemed to darken, as my focus on the inside of the circle deepened.
I was in the 'zone', so to speak. My eyes passed over the phonetic guide, but my peripheral vision caught the English words transcribed below, and the meaning became clearer. Not the entire meaning, but the big words, the emphasis.
These were the little things, the fundamental things.
The bowl of incense slid from its position in front of me, but it slid down and to the right, as if it were sinking into the floor. I didn't look, convinced that I'd lose my stride and break the illusion if I did.
The dagger slid into place.
There were no words in the book to recite. I could have sworn they'd been there before. The silence rang, heavy.
"War," I said, if only to keep the momentum going.
I could hear Rose behind me, taking my cue. "War."
The circle moved, giving me a sense of relief, and a view of the hourglass.
"Time," I said, in unison with Rose. Something we didn't have enough of, something dangerous, foremost in our thoughts, with its association to Laird.
The dreamcatcher, a hoop with a network of threads within.
"Dream," I said.
But Rose was speaking at the same time, and she said, "Fate."
The circle moved. The little silver skull. Deceptively small, no doubt valuable. It glittered in the light.
"Doom," I said.
"Death," Rose said.
The coin, an old one, from an era before coins had been pressed with exact images.
"Fortune," I said.
"Ruin," Rose said.
The lifeless rose.
"Family," I said.
"Myself," Rose said.
Then the personal token.
Somehow, this seemed more meaningful. Weightier.
I wasn't being presented with a surprise, something to associate an idea to. This was something else entirely.
"To everyone and everything that's listening," I said. I heard Rose start speaking behind me, but my words drowned hers out. "To me, and to nobody in particular, I've gotta say, I didn't choose this. I'm doing this for family, to respect them as they were in the past, when my cousins were also my friends, so the others don't face what Molly did. I'm doing it to respect stuff in the present, because even if I dislike my cousins, I don't want them to have to face this situation and get killed off. I'm doing this for the family that comes in the future, so my kids and all our descendants don't have this debt hanging over our heads. Above all, I think I'm doing this for my real family. For the friends I made who gave me support when I needed it most, so I can demonstrate what they taught me. Past, present, future, and… more abstract."
I thought for a second, and then I said, "And I'm doing it for me and Rose. Because I won't be trapped like this, and she shouldn't be either."
The circle passed on, carrying the keys forward, more like it was going down a spiral staircase I sat in the middle of, than around in a loop. I couldn't even see the floorboards, now. Only the lines and bowls.
I could hear Rose behind me, still talking, as if she were very distant. "-than a vestige."
The circle stood before me. Honey.
I looked down at the book, and I started into the phonetic pronunciations again.
Each of the dishes passed by me as I recited the lines. More than ritual, I was getting the sense that this was a means of breaking bread. Leaving gift baskets for the neighbors to let them know you were in town.
The circle carried the dish onward. There was only the line.
I kept reading. More words. I could pick up the English more easily, now.
My word is bound and binding. I ask you respect it as such.
My actions are my own, but have an equal amount of weight.
So I pledge.
The line shifted, until the white line was no longer encircling me, but crept towards me, like the divider in the middle of the highway, with my bike veering off course.
The 'divider' hit me, passing under my knee, then my legs. It was a matter of seconds before it was passing directly beneath me. A quick glance behind me showed me that it wasn't carrying on.
Darkness, one straight white line, and me.
More lines appeared. From the other circles that had disappeared, from other directions.
My legs shaky, I stood.
I nearly fell as a line coursed forth from high above and caught me in the shoulder.
I was glad I hadn't fallen. I wasn't sure if there was a ground beneath me to catch me. My feet weren't on solid earth.
The lines were larger, more meaningful, and I could see further. I could see the circles attached to each line, like planets in orbit around things I couldn't make out. A system all around me, that I was now a part of.
I felt like Rose must feel all the time. Being there, but not quite alive. My body was only there because my sense of self required it.
I opened my eyes, and I came back into my body.
Chalk lines crossed the floor, the circles still evenly spaced around them, but they had expanded, decentralized from around me. The lines now intersected at points, and the spaces between bowls were five to ten times as far as they had been before.
The bowls, as a result, were scattered around the room, each upright. The incense still smoked, but the bowls that had held food were empty.
I was standing, the book on the floor in front of me. I reached down to see if there were any other instructions, and stopped.
I could see birds, flapping their wings, against my skin. They moved, and the branches they were on bobbed lightly. The watercolor background shifted.
"You okay?" Rose asked.
I started to speak, and then stopped myself. I had to be careful.
"I… may be seeing things," I said. I glanced her way, and saw her sitting in front of the mirror. Her legs were bent, knees almost up to her chin, arms around them, protecting her modesty. I turned and stepped around the desk, where the furniture would protect mine. I grabbed my boxers and jeans and pulled them on.
I heard a page turn.
"The book says you need to learn to manage your extra senses. If you don't, they can swallow you up, and you won't find your way back to reality."
"I think I remember."
"It suggests techniques, but you have to find what works for you. Closing your eyes, but not moving your eyelids. Or try refocusing them, and find that point you reach to where you're trying to refocus your eyes but you're doing something else. It becomes as natural as anything else about your body. Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's easy."
The bowls were still moving, I noted. The lines still drifting. One bowl made a 'clink' as it reached the wall, tapping the foot of one cabinet.
"How did you do it?" I asked, as I buttoned my jeans.
But Rose wasn't in the mirror.
I looked around me. There were other things that were catching my eye, now. The lettering on books glittered a bit too much here and there, where the light caught it. The script on the letter I'd torn stood out in bright blue where I'd torn it, while the other half remained nearly invisible.
I closed my eyes, exhaling, and then opened them.
But for the chalk lines and bowls in strange places, the room was normal.
I reversed the process. Eyes closed, inhaling, eyes open.
Again, there were the hints of life. I could see something faint, like dust motes, spraying lightly where the room ended and the hallway began. As though the space warping effect was creating a kind of friction between spaces.
When I focused on the motes, they stood out in my vision, and I could see more of them in the room.
I cupped my hand to catch one.
It turned, doing a small somersault before darting between the fingers that tried to close around it.
I did what I'd done before, but I didn't close my eyes.
The effect faded.
I turned it on again, but without doing anything with my breath or eyes.
Natural.
I checked to see if Rose had appeared, verified she hadn't, and picked up the book. I finished the chapter, rereading the bit on being awakened and the sight. Now, as agreed on by men and Others, long ago, I'd see what was normally hidden from people.
Practitioners fell into categories, depending on their focus. Some carried on this route, learning ways to influence the world that were naturally in tune with their bodies and will. Some practitioners manipulated spirits, getting them to obey or infusing them into objects. There were some who dealt with Others. Many cultures, a long, long history of arts being invented and refined, it made for a wealth of possibilities.
I felt more equipped, now. I couldn't do anything but see, but I felt calmer, without as great a weight on my shoulders.
That would inevitably end when I got to the council meeting.
"Rose?" I asked. "Are you getting changed?"
I approached the mirror.
Her diagram was still on the floor. It hadn't scattered like mine had. It was still in place.
I realized I hadn't checked what her personal object was.
I searched the outer rim. Coin, skull, dreamcatcher…
"I don't think it worked right," Rose said, stepping into my field of view before I could spot it. She was dressed, now.
"What?" I asked. "You didn't? Why not?"
"It did something. I…"
"What?" I asked.
She looked upset, met my eyes briefly, and then looked down. "I… felt something, when I pledged my word. I can see things. But I don't think it worked for me like it worked for you. I may have fucked up. Pledging something in exchange for nothing. Losing the ability to lie, and getting nothing in exchange."
"How can you be sure?" I asked.
"I'm not. But… nothing ate my offerings like they did yours. Nothing moved, as far as I can tell. I… don't think I can see anything on this side, because there's nothing really to see."
"Let's check," I said. I walked over to the desk to put the book down, stepping over the dagger. I flipped through it. One page with an image dominating half of it. A symbol was outlined, with arrows suggesting directions for drawing it. A spiral, drawn from the outside in, then a triangle, with one point at the center, all as one motion.
"First workings?"
I heard her flipping through pages as well. "Yeah."
"Shamanism, movement," I said.
"You have to spill blood," she said.
I bent down to get the dagger, hesitated, and then cut the tip of my middle finger.
"Jesus, Blake."
I drew out the sign on a cup that was being used to hold pens and pencils.
When I looked, I could see the motes floating around and through it.
I gestured, a flick of my hand, and they reacted. The cup jerked about two inches and crashed to the floor.
When I walked back to the mirror, I saw Rose there.
She gestured, and the book she'd chosen didn't budge.
"Try something smaller?"
"It doesn't matter," she said, quiet, "because it's not blood. I'm not offering anything worth taking, and there aren't any spirits here to listen and obey, are there?"
"There are other options, maybe?"
"It doesn't matter," she said, again. "I don't care anymore."
"Careful what you say," I said. "Our word is binding."
Her voice sounded like it was on the brink of breaking with emotion. "Good night if I don't run into you before you go to bed. I'm going to take a bit to myself."
I wanted to say something to console her, but I wasn't sure what.
"Rose," I said, but she was already gone. I turned the mirror, following her, and she startled a little, almost stumbling as she nearly walked into a wall.
"What?" She asked, clearly annoyed.
"I'm going to check on the barber again, if that's okay? I won't say or do anything. I just think it's good to check."
She nodded, mute.
"Sorry," I said.
"I know you are," she responded. She smiled back, a tight, joyless expression. "You can't exactly lie now, can you?"
With that, she stepped out of my field of view.
I shucked off everything, as I'd done before, and opened the door to the tower. This time, I looked, using the sight, keeping my eyes trained on the floor, using only peripheral vision to take in the circle.
It was still empty.
I felt a quavering in my stomach, a kind of fear. He'd seemed so vague, in the books, but now that vague thing, capable of inflicting unspecified horrors on me, it was free?
I stood there, eyes on the floor, thinking.
When he appeared, it was so sudden I very nearly looked out of instinct.
He was crawling out of the shears. Out of the reflective surface, and into the middle of the circle.
A brown-skinned man, his pale hair scraggly and long, inconsistent here and there, more baldness than hair. He was old, wizened, with a potbelly, and spots all over his skin.
I couldn't get more specific details without looking at him, and I wasn't about to look.
An old Middle-Eastern or Indian man, malnourished to the point that his stomach was swelling.
He bent down, hauling the shears out of the ground. I could see the painted circle the shears had penetrated disappear, as if it were only a coincidental light effect the shears had cast.
He sat down, his back to me, bony rear end on the hard floor, and then plunged the shears into his leg, like a gardener might stick a shovel in the dirt so it would stay upright for when he needed it.
Barbatorem leaned over, resting one narrow arm in the space between the two arms of the shears, forcing them open and gouging his leg open wider. A foul stench filled the room.
He wasn't acknowledging me.
Which I was fine with. I eased the door shut, eyes still fixed on the floor.
There was a council meeting to prepare for.


Description : The series is about a girl named Momo who attends high school at the city of Sorasaki. However, she is secretly a member of Tsukikage, an intelligence agency that protects people. As a new member of the agency, she works alongside her colleagues including her senior Yuki and friends. Together, they work to establish peace in the city.


In accordance with the (16 May 2007) the United Nations General Assembly proclamation of the International Year of Languages in 2008, the Arabic Language International Council was established by the Arab universities association. The organization was formed within the framework of the UN's effort to promote Unity in diversity, and also in recognition of the UN's push for multilingualism as a means of promoting, protecting and preserving diversity of languages and cultures globally, particularly in the paramount importance attributed to the quality of the organization's six official languages (Arabic, Chinese, English, French, Russian, and Spanish).
The founding of Arabic Language International Council was participated in by more than 160 university rectors and presidents in a series of 41 conferences which took place in Riyadh in 14–16 April 2008.
At the same time, the council is supported and encouraged by their Excellencies ministers of education in most of the Arab countries, the Secretary Generals of the Arab League, Organisation of the Islamic Conference, Muslim World League, the Arab Gulf States Cooperation Council, the Arab Maghreb Union, and the Arab Economic Unity Council. This is in addition to the support and approval of the General Directors of UNESCO, ISESCO, ALECSO, and the Arab Bureau of Education for the Gulf States. Also strong support came from universities rectors, presidents and the secretary generals of the Arab colleges associations in Arab universities including: colleges and institutes of education, colleges of science, colleges of law, colleges of pharmacy, colleges of engineering, colleges of computing and information, colleges of art, colleges of medicine, colleges of dentists medicine, colleges of science and information technology, colleges of administration sciences.
Since its founding, the council has been very active in promoting the Arabic language. Together with UNESCO, it holds the annual International Conference for Arabic Language, which draws experts, academics, students, policymakers, and bureaucrats. On its second year, which focused on the discussion of the survival of the Arabic language, the forum already drew thousands of participants as well as high level regional and international sponsorship. This event also serves as an opportunity to forge partnerships such as the case of a memorandum of agreement signed by the council and the ISESCO, which outlined specific measures to effectively teach the Arabic language and highlight its role in preserving the Islamic identity.
^ Pennington, Roberta (May 8, 2014). "Cool factor boost needed to ensure Arabic's survival". The National. Retrieved 2018-09-09.
^ Bassiouney, Reem (2014). Al-Arabiyya: Journal of the American Association of Teachers of Arabic, Volume 47. Washington, D.C.: Georgetown University Press. p. 62. ISBN 9781626160927.
^ "MoU between ISESCO and Arabic Language International Council signed | Islamic Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization – ISESCO –". www.isesco.org.ma. Retrieved 2018-09-09.


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