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Tag Archives: Angie van Rijn
Twenty-one – 04
[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] “We’ll deal with it when they do. We’ll have time—probably not as much as we’d like, but we’ll have it.” Matt held her eye steadily for a few seconds. Neve reached up … Continue reading
Posted in Book 6, Chapter 21, Story
Tagged Angie van Rijn, Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Gwen Johanson, Hecate, Kurt Johanson, Matthew Astoris, original fiction, serial, serial fiction, story, web fiction
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Twenty-one – 02
[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] She had lived through things like this before, but they had rarely ended well—for anyone involved, if she were to be brutally honest. The waiting was always the worst of it, the … Continue reading
Twenty-one – 01
[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] “Did you feel it, too?” Hecate swallowed, feeling sick. She pressed her back against the cool wall of the hollow they hid in, Lin cradled against her chest. The infant’s fingers clutched … Continue reading
Forty-eight – 02
[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] “Her magic’s awake,” Cariocecus rasped, his voice much closer now than it should have been. Phelan blinked blearily in surprise his head resting against Neve’s shoulder, as he saw Cariocecus appear behind … Continue reading
Forty-eight – 01
[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] A shiver shot through Phelan and he stiffened, his eyes snapping open. Marin’s hand closed around his wrist as he started to force himself to his feet, still feeling shaky after the … Continue reading
Forty-four – 01
[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] My gaze flicked up as Neve scrambled down the ladder, then turned to help ease Cariocecus down into the tunnel. I scrambled to my feet to help her, leaving Phelan where he … Continue reading
Forty-two – 01
[This post is from Neve’s point of view.] “They stopped.” Neve stopped a few steps from the tunnel, ignoring the way that baby Kurt tugged on the wisps that had worked their way free from her braid, straining her ears, … Continue reading