Tag Archives: Isabelle Squires

Twenty – 03

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] “Me,” David said quietly.  “At least—at least, that’s my guess.”  He swallowed hard, then cleared his throat.  “I’m—never mind.  I’m Aoife O’Credne’s son.” “Grey Miller’s your dad,” Lin said, his gaze … Continue reading

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Twenty – 02

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] Two young men who couldn’t have been any older than his friends stopped dead in their tracks, only steps from the door.  Bryant choked on a laugh, barely preventing himself from … Continue reading

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Twenty – 01

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] “Open the door,” David murmured.  “They’re almost here.” The sound of his friend’s voice startled Bryant—he’d been half certain David had fallen asleep again, sitting there with Isabelle.  She had her … Continue reading

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Seventeen – 07

[This post is from David O’Credne Miller’s point of view.] All of the moisture in his mouth dried up and he stared at her for a few seconds.  His heart lodged in his throat, refusing to beat, choking him.  He … Continue reading

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Seventeen – 06

[This post is from David O’Credne Miller’s point of view.]                 “It’s not the first time I’ve heard something like that,” the healer said, smiling wryly.  “And I imagine that you’ve got as good a reason to say it as … Continue reading

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Seventeen – 05

[This post is from David O’Credne Miller’s point of view.] The light was brighter when he opened his eyes and he mumbled a curse, shifting in the bed and immediately squeezing his eyes shut again.  “Damn.  Why’d you turn the … Continue reading

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Thirteen – 02

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] “So what kind of weird feeling is it, Travis, since David’s too unconscious to tell us what’s what?”  Lilah crossed her arms, canteen still in hand.  The teasing smirk that curved … Continue reading

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Thirteen – 01

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] “Are we sure this is the right place?” Bryant Tapping closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling softly as his hands stilled in the process of checking his gear.  Travis’s question … Continue reading

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