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Thom and Phelan came late to dinner, but neither of them seemed overly grim when they joined us at the fire. I hoped that would still be the case by the time Kellin and I were done talking, hopefully … Continue reading
Kellin stared for a few long moments at the tarot deck, still sitting by my knee. Her lips thinned for a moment, then she commanded, “Spread the cards.” I tensed up for a moment, then took a deep … Continue reading
“I thought you were afraid to do that,” Kellin croaked from behind me. I whipped around to stare at her. She was gaunt, leaning against the shelves and staring down at me with sunken eyes. She had a blanket … Continue reading
I didn’t go to check on Kellin, or even to distract Jay when I left them together. I headed for the cubby I shared with Thom to retrieve the cards. They’d been a birthday gift from Rory and Drew … Continue reading
Thom wasn’t far from where I’d left him earlier, though he was hobbling around with his crutch, a sign that J.T. wasn’t looking. He was scowling at his sketchbook as we approached, but looked up at the sound of … Continue reading
“When you talked to her about it, you sounded like you knew what it was like on both ends of being a sibling—being the one worried about and being the one worrying,” I said quietly as Phelan and I … Continue reading
“Thom may not react well to you being here, you know,” I said as we walked back across the plaza toward Little Mac and the ravine. “Mm-hmm,” Phelan said, nodding slightly. “You already told me that. It is … Continue reading
I kept staring at him uncomprehendingly. “Are you saying that someone can just waltz in here and perform necromancy? Not that there’s anyone around that could or would do it.” Phelan made a sort-of gesture with his hand. … Continue reading
We made our way out of the arboretum and back to the concrete pathways of the lakes plaza. As we drew closer to the library, our shoes crunched on broken glass and I could see deep gouges scraped into … Continue reading