Roswell Fanatics

What a beautiful part, Pooh! And I must thank the sweet Lucia for posting it for you. I love that Isabelle and Alex are finally together again, and so in love.

Hope things are well with you, and I'm looking forward to the next chapter. Just come back to us when you can.

Pooh, you are too much! I'm sitting here with tears of laughter rolling down my face. Too funny! Thank you for allowing me to be a part of this great story. I am honored. But I have to protest. I want Max to myself. :twisted: Michelle can have him when I'm done. (what's left of him) :wink: Okay...ba...

Pooh Person! What a great part. Personally, I think Isabelle should have abducted Alex and hightailed it out the back door.

God, Lonnie's there? And you just left it hanging? Evil woman

And your dreamer interlude was HOT!

Get yourself back here.

Wow! Sean is some piece of work. Tess has managed to manipulate him beyond any saving grace. I cannot believe how much he hated Max. And your description of Tess and her catlike blue eyes was so fitting. She didn't even greet Sean because it was all business. Sent a shiver down my spine for sure. My...

A/N Just wanted to thank everyone for their feedback and for sticking with me through this story...I appreciate you all so much. So this is the end. I'm putting up chapter 11 and the Epilogue tonight. A Month of Sundays Chapter 11 Antar, January, 1945 "There has been a breach, My Lord." th...

A Month of Sundays Chapter 10 Antar, 1945 He stood rigid against the wall as he observed the ancient crone shuffle from pod to pod. The DNA he had provided at his Mother's request had been delivered to the old woman and her work was almost finished. He knew she was eagerly awaiting for his command t...

Oh, Kath...the way you are describing the innermost feelings of Serena as a child are just stunning. Her love for her mother, even though she didn't know her..and her memories of Max as a father just blew me away.
You're ripping my heart out here

Oh, I'm loving this... Sins of the Father was fantastic, and I know this story will be, too. I love the way you weave a tale.

Thanks, guys, for all the feedback...It's great to be back and writing again. A Month of Sundays Chapter 9 She placed her hand directly on the old crone's chest..barely able to hold back the energy she wanted to release. It wasn't fair. To die once as a duty to her people was an honor, but twice? An...

A Month of Sundays Chapter Eight A smile. Such a small thing. He followed it's path as it fluttered across her lips, crinkling the bridge of her nose coaxing the small freckles there to dance as it crept into her eyes and lit up the beauty of her face. She stood in the pulsing glow that emanated fro...