Holyshit!

This is truly brilliant!

WOW! This is one hell of a story, I really enjoyed your style of writing. The vividness that you paint with your words captivate me, I stayed up all night just to finish reading this literary masterpiece. I wanted to tell you that you are an excellent, excellent author and I need some much needed sleep. Lol. I will continue to read your stories, they are very good. Keep up the good work. ;-)

Wow, this is really capturing. Incredible. I'll simply have to keep reading...
~Oni

Hey! I just wanted to say great job! Your writing style suits the story beautifully, and I'm glad that it moves along at the pace it does. *Applause*
~Oni

and we've gots sarcasm. hey, what happened to the ugly duckling prostitute that turned into the swan prostitute?
-_- we have wicked old man socializing *gag*
omg. the old fart is dead. and he was poisoned by the slave *clap clap*
and we have otieno ranting like a lunatic. *more clapping*
wonderful poison, that is *grin*
lol, nearly spit out my precious tomato juice again "Master ... you're not very good at poetry" damn, lol.
and otieno is hurting the slave. the bastard. both of them, actually.
and in just seconds, the 'honest' slave has turned otieno's anger into sorrow. ^_^ cool!
and the slave *gleeful* weaves a web
'and driven near to madness by the tightness gripping me' now that can even mean choking, out of breath, or incredibly horny. i vote horny ^_^
i'm laughing. i'm sadistic. i'm laughing.
and the girl digs a large pit for herself out of her naivety and stupidity. why again is the slave doing this to her?
ah, the slave is jealous of otieno.
and we have emide finding the cause and the slave acting startled and everything. cool.
and the slave feels bad for lying now? wtf?
-_-
i'm tired. i'll continue reviewing later. right now i just want to read.

and now, chapter nine. did i mention before that i'm reviewing as i go along?
if i didn't, then now you know
-_-
a weelchair nearly destroys what is left of his crippled leg, and HE'S BACK WORKING THE NEXT DAY. he can be spared. why does he have to work?
okay
i only now got to the otieno commending the poor ugly bastard. doesn't know the half of it? got me thinking WHAT'S THE WHOLE BLOODY HALF?
what encounter?
O.o
i think that i just realized what is going to happen. i shall now bet five dollars with myself, and see if i or myself wins. (myself is skeptical, seems she doesn't believe in my fortune telling abilities)
charles as ashamed? of what?
that definitely don't look good. that horny little bastard. (for some reason, he's in the arena as the wheelchair bastard)
geese bode bad weather?
wtf?
replied stoutly, otieno (what's that mean)
and charles misses his friendship (roll eyes) and his station (no duh, probably gets lots a money in his station)
no. she cannot judge a man for his honesty. the bloody lass almost likes her father *eyebrow twitches*
ah yes, sweet dianna!! go girl!!
ooh. the silk traders, i almost thought that it said boxers for a second, so it was: "I have to go and get ready to meet the man with the silk boxers" (that's how i read it) and i was like wha ...
*eyebrow twitches*
the wife flirts with the husband
*eyebrow twitches*
lenient lord?
the bastard is just preaching, isn't he?
*singing* and it's good to be the fragile pretty beloved wife
*mocking* wealthy man. ugh, sweet talking. it's disgusting.
"excellent wretch, i do love that woman so." wha...
and when i find that i no longer lover her. wha...
wha...
wha...
the devil has certainly walked among us.
i'm going to shut up for a few seconds.
i must go for a few lines without reporting my thoughts to you.
-_- i hate geese
-_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_-
and now we have the slave admiring another man's body. that sucks *.*
Master Charles was a bloody messenger *blows raspberry*
*dancing about gleefully* and the slaves got something on his mind, and he's gonna wreck ho~vack (i'm not entirely sure how it's spelled *gasp* hovack or hovac?)
hey, since when does Otieno have tattoos?
the master is gaining the slave's flowery language, definite -_-
*grin* i love the slave.
*again dancing gleefully* and flowery words plant a poison. and flowery words plant a poisen.
lol "By the gods I'll know your thought" oh god, i love that so muchy much. *grinning* the curious demon. god, i'm loving the words.
and there is play.
and flowery words plant a poison (i don't know which i love more, the words, or the meaning behind them)
"i am bound to your loyalty" huh? what's that mean?
Otieno wears earrings? huh?
woah. hold on. why the hell is otieno listening to the slave?
the slave should be loyal to his master. DIANNA IS HIS RIGHTFUL MASTER
and he has turned on her *glare*
and there is such cuteness in the moaning of Otieno. *gleeful*
and there is the painting. i was not fooled because i read wolfies reviews. he he
and we got manipulation of a little bra~at.
that's so cute. the little kid wanting to help. hope dianna isn't beaten.
and he has the ring. hope dianna isn't beaten.

I shall now continue reading and reveiwing Gravedigger (by the way, why did you name it that?)
what does disinter mean?
what the **?
a bottle was thrown at his head?
wow O.o
umm, gentleman? THAT ** ** IS NOT A BLOODY GENTLEMAN. HE'S CHOKING HIS POOR AND UGLY WIFE.
and the slave is being curteous. i'm beginning to think he's crazy.
All having a pleasant evening. SOMEBODY'S BEING STRANGLED IN FRONT HIM.
ah yes, "you stay out of this" is definitely the proper response.
oh god, the response made me laugh. i was drinking tomato juice. (you evil meanie, you nearly made me spit out my precious tomato juice)
umm, when the hell did Emide start bleeding?
Bawd, does that mean Broad?
cheating wife. is Emide even pretty? i forget. oh yes, it just said that she's beautiful. *mocking* and that she's graceful even when bleeding and crying. *sullen* what a crock.
to the brat. that's not nice. "are you all right, my dear?" that's just stupid. as said before, CHOKED, BLEEDING AND CRYING *mocking* and graceful*
steal a ring
-_-
magical, more -_- (that thing looks more like a face on reviews than it does on im's)
ah, sentimental trinkets hold the secrets to a man's heart (now that's my kind of trinking ^_^)
no filching. filching's bad. ooh
evil slave girls and beating.
okay, why the hell hadn't he noticed the ring before? Lady Dianna's his mistress!
ah yes
the cripple
bastard charles
he sucks
seducing stance?
oy vey
okay. there is a loose wire. i'm just staring at the loose wire thing. what the ** is that very very very unexpected loose wire doing there?
who is he?!
okay. there was the master bit. i'm guessing ... otieno. and now there is a wheelchair. my last guess is out the window, and now i'm thinking Lady Dianna's father. the bastard.
he shrieked. lady dianna and charles are like in the next room. WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING THAT'S SO IMPORTANT THAT THEY CAN'T HELP THE POOR LOVABLE SLAVE? (oh)
seducing stance. right
knowledge of the robbery. ah yes. PRIDE. filty word, that is.
ugh
the ending
it's nice.
but, weird
why didn't they kick in lady dianna's father.
that filthy old horny bastard
*thumbs nose at him*

YOu left out my favorite line. "Remember me not as someone who loved wisely, but too well."

I wonder exactly how far the narrator planned to take this in the beginning, and when it started to get out of control (If he didn't plan everything out.)

We still don't know how the narrator knows about what Otenio did! I hope we hear the whole story soon!

He's really getting mean, isn't he- poisoning Dianna's father and all.

Your story continues to amaze. I like the part where you make it seem like he's having sex with teh boy, but really he's just painting the picuture.

Are you sure there were wheelchairs back then?

Sorry, I haven't been reviewing for this story. I like it, but I have so much homework to do. Update soon. Thanks.

I like how you worked in variations of actual quotes from Othello