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Category Archives: Story
Four – 03
[This post is from Matt’s point of view.] “Well, there is that,” Phelan said, closing his eyes and leaning back against the wall. “Of course, we prepare for everything as usual and hope that we don’t need to actually use … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 04, Story
Tagged Ambrose Cycle, Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Matthew Astoris, original fiction, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, web fiction
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Four – 02
[This post is from Matt’s point of view.] He had never been fully comfortable with the assertion that once Thom and Marin were gone that he would be the one to lead. Of course, he understood it, knew where it … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 04, Story
Tagged Ambrose Cycle, Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Matthew Astoris, original fiction, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, web fiction
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Three – 07
[This post is from Kailey Astoris’s point of view.] She lingered after Jacqueline had gone, sitting at the foot of Lin’s bed as he curled beneath the covers, staring at the closed curtains across the room. Once Jacqueline had enlisted … Continue reading
Three – 04
[This post is from Kailey Astoris’s point of view.] “Now isn’t a good—” Jacqueline glanced back over her shoulder to see who’d opened the door and Kailey swallowed hard, almost retreating. She swallowed once, then again, meeting first Jacqueline’s eyes … Continue reading
Three – 03
[This post is from Kailey Astoris’s point of view.] She slowed down as she got closer to Lin’s cottage, her heart beating hard against her breast, throat burning. What if it’s not nothing? What do I do then? She couldn’t … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 03, Story
Tagged Ambrose Cycle, Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Kailey Astoris, original fiction, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, web fiction
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Thirty – 01
[This post is from Neve’s point of view.] It was three days before they made it home, carrying with them the wounded—many of the Hunt were, but those from the ridge were little worse for wear. They didn’t talk about … Continue reading
Posted in Book 7, Chapter 30, Story
Tagged Awakenings, Cameron Mackenzie, fantasy, fiction, Hecate, Leinth, Marin Astoris, Matthew Astoris, Neve Vaughan, original fiction, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, Seamus Vaughan, serial, serial fiction, Sif, story, Thom Ambrose, Thordin, web fiction, Wild Hunt
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Twenty-nine – 09
[This post is from Neve’s point of view.] Seamus lapsed into silence again, but Neve waited, knowing in her gut that he wasn’t finished. There was something in his expression that told her that, but at the same time, it … Continue reading
Posted in Book 7, Chapter 29, Story
Tagged Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Neve Vaughan, original fiction, post apocalyptic, Seamus Vaughan, serial, serial fiction, story, web fiction
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Twenty-nine – 08
[This post is from Neve’s point of view.] The words came after a long silence, as if he’d weighed and measured them more than once before he spoke. He didn’t look at her, just stared off into nothing, almost like … Continue reading
Posted in Book 7, Chapter 29, Story
Tagged Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Neve Vaughan, original fiction, post apocalyptic, Seamus Vaughan, serial, serial fiction, story, web fiction
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Twenty-nine – 07
[This post is from Neve’s point of view.] “Why did you hide?” Neve asked, her voice a whisper, a tightness starting to choke off her voice. It wasn’t the first time the question had risen to her lips, but somehow … Continue reading
Posted in Book 7, Chapter 29, Story
Tagged Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Neve Vaughan, original fiction, post apocalyptic, Seamus Vaughan, serial, serial fiction, story, web fiction
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Twenty-nine – 06
[This post is from Neve’s point of view.] She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, getting up to check on the sleeping infants in her care. Nestled together in one basket, neither Anne nor Artorius showed any sign of … Continue reading