<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Amy Amy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/amy-amy/</link><description>Recent content in Amy Amy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/amy-amy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Original Sins</title><link>/stories/2015/01/09/original-sins/</link><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/01/09/original-sins/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Chapter 1: Temptation
Pre-Dawn&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;August 1944&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dehlia looked back over her shoulder. Out on the moors, the unhooded lights of the approaching car were over a mile away. It wasn’t even dawn yet. It was blatantly illegal to show lights like that. Idiots.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She stopped the bicycle. A solitary lost plane would be enough, just one bomb. Didn’t they realise? She shivered, sweat cold on her skin. Could she hear the distant drone of engines, the approaching whistles of death?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>