Category Archives: Book 8

Sixteen – 06

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] “It’s not an easy responsibility to shoulder,” she said, her gaze still on him even as he assiduously avoided returning it.  Bryant kept his eyes trained on David, watching his friend … Continue reading

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Sixteen – 05

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] He glanced at the rest of his friends—still sleeping—then crept closer to her, keeping his voice low.  “I guess not,” he murmured, looking from her to David.  “How bad do you … Continue reading

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Sixteen – 04

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] The woman glanced around as she slipped past him and into the cottage, as if taking in the sight of his companions sleeping on various cots, clothing washed as best they’d … Continue reading

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Sixteen – 03

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] Sleep came as soon as his head hit the pillow, in fact, and he didn’t stir until someone knocked on the cottage door.  It was a quiet sound, though the cadence … Continue reading

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Sixteen – 02

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] “You have the look of someone that’s carrying the weight of a few worlds on your shoulders.” Bryant smothered his surprise, barely managing to keep himself from startling at the sound … Continue reading

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Sixteen – 01

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] It wasn’t yet dawn, the village still quiet.  He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting outside the door of their guest cottage, his back pressed against the painted wood.  Bryant’s … Continue reading

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Fifteen – 06

[This post is from Neve’s point of view.] The sound of Matt’s hammer against the anvil was muted, the door mostly shut.  Smoke curled into the night sky from its chimney, and Neve paused in her ascent up the hill … Continue reading

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Fifteen – 05

[This post is from Neve’s point of view.] Sleep wouldn’t come, no matter how long she lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling—and it seemed like it was forever.  Eventually, Neve got up and put on her shoes, … Continue reading

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Fifteen – 04

[This post is from Neve’s point of view.] “Do you think I should?”  Tory’s hand covered hers, his calloused fingers flexing to squeeze hers.  He was so like his father, she reflected as she stared at his hand for a … Continue reading

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Fifteen – 03

[This post is from Neve’s point of view.] Tory stared at her in silence, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, for long enough that she thought that she’d erred in telling him.  Finally, though, he cleared his throat and croaked, “Me and Lin?  … Continue reading

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