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Twenty-six – 05

[This post is from Kailey Astoris’s point of view.] She boggled at him for a few seconds, her eyes widening.  “You can’t possibly—” “Of course I can,” Peril said, abruptly straightening, is eyes all but blazing as he stared at … Continue reading

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Twenty-six – 04

[This post is from Kailey Astoris’s point of view.] “Gods and monster, I hate you sometimes,” Kailey muttered, glaring in a decidedly different direction from where Peril sat beside her. “But only sometimes,” he said.  His hand dropped onto her … Continue reading

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Twenty-six – 03

[This post is from Kailey Astoris’s point of view.] Peril exhaled a long-suffering sigh, one that suggested the weight of every single one of his teenaged years.  Kailey continued to stare parallel to where he was sitting, trying not to … Continue reading

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Twenty-six – 02

[This post is from Kailey Astoris’s point of view.] “Is that why you’re here?” The question shouldn’t have startled her, but it did anyway.  Kailey took a deep breath, fingers flexing around the ceramic of her mug even as Peril … Continue reading

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Twenty-six – 01

[This post is from Kailey Astoris’s point of view.] Kailey’s hands tightened around the mug in her hands as the door behind her opened, carrying with it the sound of soaking rain and moaning wind—the latter sound far more suited … Continue reading

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Twenty-five – 05

[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] Matt cast a puzzled glance at the both of them as Hecate headed to get him the promised blanket.  “Is she on her way?” Hecate looked at Thordin, who grimaced and shrugged.  … Continue reading

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Twenty-five – 04

[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] Thordin winced.  “I still—” She shook her head slightly.  “We can’t change the past, my friend.  It took me a long time to figure that out—among other things.  I live with the … Continue reading

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Twenty-five – 03

[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] They lapsed into silence.  Hecate stared silently into her mug, half losing herself in thought.  Somehow, somewhere deep down, she’d known as well as Marin or Thom ever had that this day … Continue reading

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Twenty-five – 02

[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] Thunder growled in the distance and Thordin winced, staring into his mug.  “Longer and stronger,” he muttered again.  Hecate sighed, scrubbing a hand over her eyes. “The storm?” “A lot of things,” … Continue reading

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Twenty-five – 01

[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] “I thought you said that he was coming back.” “He had to close up the forge first,” Hecate held a mug of tea out toward Thordin, her brow furrowing slightly.  “You know … Continue reading

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