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Tag Archives: Seamus Vaughan
Twenty-one – 05
There wasn’t a barrier that he could see in front of them, but he could feel it—feel it like a real, physical thing, like it was an object he could reach out and touch, run his fingers along its surface. … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 21, Story
Tagged Aoife O'Credne, Awakenings, fiction, Gray Miller, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, Seamus Vaughan, serial fiction, Sif, web fiction
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Twenty-one – 04
They walked across a pedestrian bridge over a finger of the network of ravines they’d climbed coming over the river. Aoife looked beyond the iron rails, her stomach dropping to the floor of the chasm below. They’d climbed that? And … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 21, Story
Tagged Aoife O'Credne, Awakenings, fiction, Gray Miller, post apocalyptic, Seamus Vaughan, serial fiction, web fiction
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Twenty-one – 03
“What do you suppose he means by that?” Gray murmured in her ear. Aoife shrugged, watching her brother as he kept walking. A woman who reminded her dangerously of Sif Freyrsdottir gave she and Gray a long, hard look before … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 21, Story
Tagged Aoife O'Credne, Awakenings, fiction, Gray Miller, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, Seamus Vaughan, serial fiction, Sif, web fiction
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Twenty-one – 02
All the air left her lungs as she stood next to her brother, staring blankly at her cousin. “Seamus,” she whispered. “Déithe agus arrachtaigh, you’re alive. What are you doing here?” “You sound surprised,” he said, a wry twist to … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 21, Story
Tagged Aoife O'Credne, Awakenings, fiction, Gray Miller, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, Seamus Vaughan, serial fiction, web fiction
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Twenty-one – 01
“Conas tá mé chaill tú,” Aoife whispered into her brother’s neck, hugging him as close and as tightly as he was hugging her. “Déithe agus arrachtaigh, conas tá mé chaill tú.” “I missed you, too,” he murmured into her hair. … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 21, Story
Tagged Aoife O'Credne, Awakenings, fiction, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, Seamus Vaughan, serial fiction, Sif, web fiction
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Nineteen – 02
Seamus sighed, staring after her. She was right. She was always right about this kind of thing—he knew that from experience. Would that their father had listened to her more often than he had. Perhaps the world they lived in … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 19, Story
Tagged Awakenings, Leinth, Seamus Vaughan, serial fiction, web fiction
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Nineteen – 01
“Shadowspawn.” Seamus sighed, nodding. Neve’s voice was flat and her expression was dark—darker than he’d ever seen it. That didn’t bode well for him at all and he knew it. “How far out where you?” Neve asked. She’d dragged him … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 19, Story
Tagged Awakenings, Neve Vaughan, Seamus Vaughan, story, web fiction
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Eighteen – 04
There was blood in the snow near the border of their settlement. Thom spotted it as they come up from the bridge. His stomach flipped right over and he slid from his saddle, heart in his throat. I knew it … Continue reading
Eighteen – 03
They rode in silence up the old roadway that led to the back side of campus, past the barrow where they’d buried the dead, then up the hill toward the battered, snow-shrouded Shakespeare Garden. Seamus reined up his mount just … Continue reading
Eighteen – 02
The shadow of home was a smudge on the horizon as they rode through fallow, snow-dotted fields, fields full of dead wheat and corn, lost to the early chill and the death of the modern world. If they weren’t so … Continue reading
