Song Story - 7/17 - My Life Has Changed
Jul. 17th, 2014 05:00 amMister Waverly was in the midst of reading The Guardian when there was a knock on his door. It was well before normal working hours, but he was expecting his CEA.
( Read more... )Mister Waverly was in the midst of reading The Guardian when there was a knock on his door. It was well before normal working hours, but he was expecting his CEA.
( Read more... )Napoleon Solo was making a mad dash of it with only the light of a full moon to guide him while trying to escape the pack of men who were in hot pursuit.


There was a question niggling at his brain, something important...
Nyet, he could not find it. Why did he still speak to himself in Russian? Was he not now functioning as one of these ex-patriot types that populated New York City? English, that was his language now, perhaps it had been since his days in England.
He preferred French. It was more natural to him, teasing at the tongue, challenging him to sound like a native.
Accents. Accents made him think of Napoleon, of those days when his partner was unsure whether the criticisms were delivered with a snicker or something more serious.
( Read more... )