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Tag Archives: post apocalyptic
Nineteen – 10
Phelan took a few moments to gather up his herb satchel and his staff before rushing out the door after Jacqueline. He caught up with her after a few steps and took her hand, squeezing it. She shot him a … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 19, Story
Tagged Awakenings, fiction, Jacqueline Bell, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, serial fiction, web fiction
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Nineteen – 09
The pair froze for a second, staring at each other with wary disbelief and barely contained hope. Phelan realized he couldn’t breathe. They’d nearly given up hope as the weeks had gone on and Thordin showed no signs of waking. … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 19, Story
Tagged Awakenings, fiction, Jacqueline Bell, Neve Vaughan, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, serial fiction, web fiction
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Nineteen – 08
Phelan reached over to turn down the lamp as Jacqueline’s hands slid up beneath the hem of his shirt, fingers cold against his skin. He smiled, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. “Now we hope that … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 19, Story
Tagged Awakenings, Jacqueline Bell, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, serial fiction, web fiction
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Nineteen – 07
“How does your sanity feel?” Phelan looked up from his book and smiled faintly at Jacqueline as she closed the door to their space. She looked tired, hands red from scrubbing and probably the cold. “No better, no worse. Sounds … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 19, Story
Tagged Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Jacqueline Bell, Phelan Conrad, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, web fiction
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Nineteen – 06
Gods and monsters. Neve didn’t dare to breathe as Sif froze, poised somewhere between reaching for Thordin’s hand and leaning in to kiss his forehead. Her friend drew a rasping breath, then finally spoke with a shaking voice, “Thordin?” He … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 19, Story
Tagged Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Neve Vaughan, post apocalyptic, serial fiction, Sif, Thordin, web fiction
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Eighteen – 07
Marin was shaking when she finally came up for air and Thom wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against his chest, willing that shaking to ease and knowing that he wouldn’t let her go until it did. “We’re … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 18, Story
Tagged Marin Astoris, original fiction, post apocalyptic, serial fiction, tagged Awakenings, Thom Ambrose, web fiction
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Eighteen – 06
She didn’t take him to see Jacqueline like he’d expected. Marin took him home. His wife lit the lamp near their bed and locked the door, turning toward him in the flickering of the kerosene lamp’s flame. “Take off your … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 18, Story
Tagged Awakenings, Marin Astoris, original fiction, post apocalyptic, serial fiction, Thom Ambrose, web fiction
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Eighteen – 05
Cameron and Seamus trailed behind them, both still on horseback, leaving Thom to bring up the rear, leading his mount and J.T.’s back home again. He cast another glance toward the patch of blood in the snow and grimaced. What … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 18, Story
Tagged Awakenings, Marin Astoris, original fiction, post apocalyptic, serial fiction, Thom Ambrose, 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
