Tag Archives: Thomas Merlin Ambrose

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] Not even Tala was there when we arrived, and for that I was absurdly thankful, settling in to start coffee while J.T. hunted down the requisite supplies to make the hash browns … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] I didn’t say anything—I didn’t have to. J.T. was right, or at the very least I needed him to be. Thom would be fine, somehow. J.T. would see to that, no matter … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] “So what have you been seeing that’s robbing you of sleep?” I startled at the question, blinking at J.T. as my stomach sank. “What?” He just stared at me for a few … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] I snapped out of the vision to find tears on my face, my voice shaking as I kept on singing to Lin. The sun was only a fraction higher in the sky. … Continue reading →