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Hey folks! Having actual midterms and a corporate visit at work this week means I’m going to take the week off. See you next week for exactly how long David’s slept and why the Knights Errant are in the Valley.
[This post is from David O’Credne Miller’s point of view.] “You were out,” Bryant said, glancing to the side, as if checking something, before his gaze met David’s again. “We spent quite a bit of time speaking with him and … Continue reading
[This post is from David O’Credne Miller’s point of view.] David jerked upright and every bone and muscle in his body screamed in protest. His throat was dry, but he knew that he’d must have said something upon waking because … Continue reading
No Friday update this week. May or may not have an extra update next week to make up for it (we’ll see. It’s inventory season at work).
[This post is from David O’Credne Miller’s point of view.] You have to find them before it’s too late. But too late for what? Too late how? And how the hell will I know what it is or how or … Continue reading
[This post is from David O’Credne Miller’s point of view.] There were voices at the very edge of his consciousness, but they were muffled, far away, lost in the midst of a thousand images that flickered behind his eyelids, though … Continue reading
[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] “What happened to them?” He knew that he shouldn’t have asked the question. It simply slipped out before he could think too much about it, and as soon as the words … Continue reading
[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] Her hands were deft, her movements certain—she knew what she was doing, he had to give her that. Bryant could tell that much easily enough. While he didn’t have his father’s … Continue reading