Category Archives: Chapter 17

Seventeen – 07

[This post is from David O’Credne Miller’s point of view.] All of the moisture in his mouth dried up and he stared at her for a few seconds.  His heart lodged in his throat, refusing to beat, choking him.  He … Continue reading

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Seventeen – 06

[This post is from David O’Credne Miller’s point of view.]                 “It’s not the first time I’ve heard something like that,” the healer said, smiling wryly.  “And I imagine that you’ve got as good a reason to say it as … Continue reading

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Seventeen – 05

[This post is from David O’Credne Miller’s point of view.] The light was brighter when he opened his eyes and he mumbled a curse, shifting in the bed and immediately squeezing his eyes shut again.  “Damn.  Why’d you turn the … Continue reading

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Seventeen – 04

[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

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Seventeen – 03

[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

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Seventeen – 02

[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

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Seventeen – 01

[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

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