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Tag Archives: Kurt Johanson
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 – 02
[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] They were both silent for a few long seconds before Phelan cleared his throat. His voice still came out as a croak. “Olympium was one of the most powerful factions of old,” … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 44, Story
Tagged Awakenings, Cariocecus, fantasy, fiction, Kurt Johanson, Marin Astoris, Neve Vaughan, original fiction, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, web fiction
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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 – 02
[This post is from Neve’s point of view.] Neve felt like someone had just poured ice into her veins. She clutched baby Kurt a little tighter—perhaps too tightly, because he began to fuss and she immediately loosened her grip. Her … Continue reading
Posted in Book 5, Chapter 42, Story
Tagged Awakenings, Cariocecus, fantasy, fiction, Jacqueline Bell, Kurt Johanson, Neve Vaughan, original fiction, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, web fiction
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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