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Tag Archives: Hecate
Twenty-five – 02
[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] Thunder growled in the distance and Thordin winced, staring into his mug. “Longer and stronger,” he muttered again. Hecate sighed, scrubbing a hand over her eyes. “The storm?” “A lot of things,” … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 25, Story
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Twenty-five – 01
[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] “I thought you said that he was coming back.” “He had to close up the forge first,” Hecate held a mug of tea out toward Thordin, her brow furrowing slightly. “You know … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 25, Story
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Twenty-four – 07
[This post is from Matt Astoris’s point of view.] The grumble of thunder had grown closer by the time he thrust the metal back into the forge to heat. He wasn’t sure if it was the product of the time … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 24, Story
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Sixteen – 02
[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] “You have the look of someone that’s carrying the weight of a few worlds on your shoulders.” Bryant smothered his surprise, barely managing to keep himself from startling at the sound … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 16, Story
Tagged Ambrose Cycle, Awakenings, Bryant Tapping, fantasy, fiction, Hecate, Knights Errant, original fiction, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, web fiction
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Thirteen – 05
[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] She could tell that he was trying not to sigh again, even as his fingers tightened around the rail. “What do you make of it? The story? The explanation?” Hecate looked up … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 13, Story
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Thirteen – 04
[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] Matt was silent for a few seconds before he sighed again. “How can you be so sure?” “I’m old,” she said, her tone teasing and light in ways that she never could … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 13, Story
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Thirteen – 03
[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] “Are you all right?” Hecate’s fingers brushed along Matt’s spine as she came up behind him. His head dipped and he leaned forward slightly against the rail fence that they’d set up … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 13, Story
Tagged Ambrose Cycle, Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Hecate, Matthew Astoris, original fiction, post apocalyptic, story, web fiction
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Twelve – 01
[This post is from Kailey Astoris’s point of view.] The once and future king. The words slammed into her with the force of a charging stallion, like one of the warhorses that the Wild Hunt still kept and tended. The … Continue reading
Eleven – 03
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “Us,” Kailey echoed, her tone incredulous. “Why the hell would they be looking for us?” “Not ‘us’ as in you and me,” I said, stomach twisting as if my guts … Continue reading
Eleven – 02
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “How long do you think they’ll be?” I asked after a few minutes of silence, my eyes still closed. I wasn’t exactly sure that keeping my eyes closed helped with … Continue reading