<?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>Nectar on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/nectar/</link><description>Recent content in Nectar on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/nectar/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Return to the Doll House 2: Mistress Four</title><link>/stories/2017/02/23/return-to-the-doll-house-2-mistress-four/</link><pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/02/23/return-to-the-doll-house-2-mistress-four/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="returntothedollhouse.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 2: Mistress Four&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Twenty glanced behind her. Razor-clawed fingers extended from Four’s ball mittens, shredding them to pieces. The long claws glistened like crystal-cut glass. Definitely not any ordinary human. On balance, Twenty had seen things in the Hotel that made the distinction meaningless. What was human after all?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Twenty estimated the distance between her and the alarm. There was no point worrying about treading on the lines now, was there? No more than five seconds if she moved quickly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>