Tag Archives: Marin Astoris

Two – 02

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] He managed to go a dozen yards from Lin’s door before Finn Astoris appeared at his side, his face soot-stained and his hair tousled by the wind. His expression was as serious … Continue reading

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One – 01

[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] It was idyllic until the birds stopped chirping. I froze and took a slow breath, then another. The woods were dead silent where a few seconds ago they’d been awake … Continue reading

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Thirty – 01

[This post is from Neve’s point of view.] It was three days before they made it home, carrying with them the wounded—many of the Hunt were, but those from the ridge were little worse for wear. They didn’t talk about … Continue reading

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Twenty-eight – 09

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] “Sounds like it should work,” Thordin said, his brow furrowing for a few seconds. “Nothing else is changing?” “Not unless any of you see a reason to change the plan. I don’t.” … Continue reading

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Twenty-eight – 08

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] Hecate found her voice first. “Well, that’s reassuring,” she said, her tone measured and voice quiet. She was staring off over the camp below, almost seeming to get her bearings—as if she … Continue reading

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Twenty-eight – 07

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] More than any other, that was a sobering thought. For a few seconds, I stared blankly at the camp below, barely daring to breathe. I had never faced something quite like this … Continue reading

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Twenty-eight – 06

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] Sif stayed silent for a few seconds, then cleared her throat. “Right, then,” she murmured. “Inches and miles, I guess, right?” “We don’t have a choice, Sif,” I said. “We’re committed. We’re … Continue reading

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Twenty-eight – 05

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] The second line of trees wasn’t all that thick, but the underbrush was. Sif and I had to pick our path carefully as we made our way through it, sticking close to … Continue reading

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Twenty-eight – 04

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] A narrow trail led away from the edge of the rise, not much more than a game trail. Hikers must have climbed this bluff before the end of everything, but no one … Continue reading

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Twenty-eight – 03

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] It felt like miles, even if it wasn’t. Sif caught up with me for the last few dozen yards and we climbed together up a slope that at that point was not … Continue reading

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