Tag Archives: Marin Astoris

Forty-three – 07

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] The rattle of bowls jarred me from my thoughts—or perhaps it had been a doze. Tala was getting bowls to serve the stew. Either it had been closer to ready than I … Continue reading

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Forty-three – 06

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] Even hours later, there was a strange tension in the air, an energy that gave off a low-level hum, perceptible to the sensitives among us—which, truth be known, was most of us. … Continue reading

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Forty-three – 05

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] Drawing closer to the fire, I saw Thom sitting near it, leaning silently back against one of the split-log benches, out son against his chest. He looked like he was nearly asleep … Continue reading

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Forty-three – 04

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] Leinth appeared in seconds, as if either sensing Seamus’s need or by sheer luck—or perhaps she’d seen me starting to try to carry him down the ladder alone. Her face was pale … Continue reading

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Forty-three – 03

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] In those first few seconds, I scarcely dared to breathe, as if the simple act would shatter the momentary peace, the silence. And it was silent, as if everyone else was holding … Continue reading

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Forty-three – 02

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] Seamus reached for my hand and I let him take it, fingers threading through mine as he closed his eyes again. I started to lift my hand again, drawing breath to order … Continue reading

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Forty-three – 01

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] There was am ambient buzz in the air, the unmistakable signal that magic was up and surrounding us. I could feel the faint vibration of it against my skin, stirring hairs and … Continue reading

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Forty-two – 06

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] He called, and the lines answered. Magic swelled, the bloodlines of the earth responding to his call, using him as a conduit for its power. Phelan squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on … Continue reading

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Forty-two – 05

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] The drums sounded again once, twice. A horn echoed in the distance. Bile crept up into Phelan’s throat again and he rose slightly, leaning forward again and reaching for Marin’s arm. “I … Continue reading

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Forty-two – 04

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] “Phelan.” Marin’s voice was low but urgent. His gaze slid toward her for the space of a heartbeat, long enough to see her widened eyes and the blood draining from her face. … Continue reading

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