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Tag Archives: Ambrose Cycle
Seven – 02
[This post is from Kailey’s point of view.] The book stayed unopened on her knees, though. Kailey tilted her head back to stare at the few snatches of sky she could see between leaves and fruit and branches, her gaze … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 07, Story
Tagged Ambrose Cycle, Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Kailey Astoris, original fiction, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, web fiction
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Seven – 01
[This post is from Kailey Astoris’s point of view.] Clutching a book against her chest, Kailey ducked through the gates and headed for the orchards beyond them. They still stood open, which meant either Lin was wrong about whatever decision … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 07, Story
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Six – 05
[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] “We all do,” Neve said after the silence that followed, silence that was so loud that it felt deafening. She crossed her arms, her brows knitting. “But they left us enough to … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 06, Story
Tagged Ambrose Cycle, Awakenings, Carolyn Roberts, fantasy, fiction, Hecate, J.T. Mackenzie, Jacqueline Bell, Matthew Astoris, Neve Vaughan, original fiction, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, Sif, story, Thordin, web fiction
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Six – 04
[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] J.T.’s brows knit as he stared at Phelan, leaning a little more heavily on the cane in his hand. Despite the moratorium on violence, the years hadn’t always gone smoothly for him. … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 06, Story
Tagged Ambrose Cycle, Awakenings, Carolyn Roberts, fantasy, fiction, Hecate, J.T. Mackenzie, Jacqueline Bell, Matthew Astoris, Neve Vaughan, original fiction, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, Sif, story, Thordin, web fiction
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Six – 03
[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] Phelan watched the others’ faces while Matt recounted what he’d heard from Gilad, the news of what the Hunt’s scouts had seen and encountered on their patrol. The word that a detachment … Continue reading
Six – 02
[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] They crested the hill and walked past the forge, spotting the others after a few seconds more. Phelan couldn’t see anyone missing from their informal council, not that he’d expected anyone to … Continue reading
Six – 01
[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] “How closely do you think you’ll have to watch him?” Phelan asked softly as he fell into step with his wife. He slid his arm around her shoulders as they headed up … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 06
Tagged Ambrose Cycle, Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Jacqueline Bell, original fiction, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, web fiction
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Five – 03
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] She stared at me, silent, shocked, then her jaw tightened, a spark flaring in her eyes. She was angry. I tried not to look at her. I didn’t need to … Continue reading
Five – 02
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] She seemed utterly content to just sit there and it was almost maddening. I drew a blanket a little tighter around my shoulders and frowned. I knew that she noticed, … Continue reading
Five – 01
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] Kailey didn’t leave when our aunt did, not that I had expected her to. I knew that even if I told her to go, she wouldn’t listen. She was stubborn … Continue reading
