Tag Archives: Phelan O’Credne

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 – 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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Forty-two – 03

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] It began as a series of pops, soft and seemingly distant.  The hairs on Phelan’s arms and the back of his neck stirred and he swallowed the bile that suddenly rose in … Continue reading

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Forty-two – 01

[This post is from Matt’s point of view.] Hecate’s hand went limp in his and Matt’s gaze jerked from the sky to her face.  His throat constricted, air choked off by sudden panic.  He realized a split second too late … Continue reading

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