Category Archives: Chapter 20

Twenty – 08

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.]   “Then you believe him?” Bryant asked quietly, drifting away from the door.  Tory startled and twisted toward him, as if he hadn’t realized that Bryant was still there.  For a … Continue reading

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Twenty – 07

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] Tory stood there for a few seconds, just blinking at David.  Lin sighed and waved a hand slightly. “Sit back down, Tory.  Let him tell it the whole way through.”  He … Continue reading

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Twenty – 06

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] Tory’s head whipped around and he squinted at Lin.  “I thought you didn’t know anything.” “I don’t,” he said.  “Not for sure.  Just—Tory.  Just listen to him.  We’ve heard these bedtime … Continue reading

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Twenty – 05

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] The knots in Bryant’s stomach tightened.  He hadn’t quite admitted to himself how nervous he was about this part, about David opening up to people that they were probably looking for … Continue reading

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Twenty – 04

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] “What do you mean, David?” Isabelle asked softly.  “You’re not—” “Making sense?” he shook his head, smiling weakly.  “I guess not, but then do I ever?” “More often than you don’t,” … Continue reading

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Twenty – 03

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] “Me,” David said quietly.  “At least—at least, that’s my guess.”  He swallowed hard, then cleared his throat.  “I’m—never mind.  I’m Aoife O’Credne’s son.” “Grey Miller’s your dad,” Lin said, his gaze … Continue reading

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Twenty – 02

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] Two young men who couldn’t have been any older than his friends stopped dead in their tracks, only steps from the door.  Bryant choked on a laugh, barely preventing himself from … Continue reading

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Twenty – 01

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] “Open the door,” David murmured.  “They’re almost here.” The sound of his friend’s voice startled Bryant—he’d been half certain David had fallen asleep again, sitting there with Isabelle.  She had her … Continue reading

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