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Tag Archives: Tala Johanson
Ten – 07
[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] My knees felt weak and I slowly moved to sit down on one of the log benches. I took a slow, deep breath as I sank down, one hand moving to rest … Continue reading
Posted in Book 7, Chapter 10, Story
Tagged Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Hecate, Marin Astoris, Matthew Astoris, original fiction, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, Tala Johanson, Thomas Merlin Ambrose, web fiction
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Ten – 06
[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] “Something’s coming,” Leinth said before Phelan could start explaining. My gaze snapped toward her and she met my eyes steadily, expression grim. “An old enemy.” “Which one?” I asked slowly, surprised that … Continue reading
Posted in Book 7, Chapter 10, Story
Tagged Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Hecate, Leinth, Marin Astoris, Matthew Astoris, original fiction, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, Tala Johanson, web fiction
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Ten – 05
[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] Phelan stared at me for a few seconds longer, his brow furrowing. There was no censure in his gaze, only the faintest sense of confusion, a sense I could wholly understand. He … Continue reading
Ten – 04
[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] I wasn’t sure if I’d heard her correctly. I stood with stomach sinking, palms sweating, staring at her and Matt, my heart starting to beat a little faster. I cleared my throat, … Continue reading
Ten – 03
[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] As far as I was concerned, based on the smell of breakfast, it was just another normal morning. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself as Matt and I headed for … Continue reading
Nine – 04
[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] “Think what?” The soft voice belonged to Hecate, who was wrapped in a shawl and a knee-length dress over leggings as she appeared from the gloom beyond the cookfire’s light. She was … Continue reading
Posted in Book 7, Chapter 09, Story
Tagged Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Hecate, Leinth, original fiction, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, Tala Johanson, web fiction
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Nine – 03
[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] “Well, we can hope for luck,” Tala said with a quick, wry smile. Phelan shivered. Luck. Hairs stirred on his arms and the back of his neck, a true chill creeping over … Continue reading
Posted in Book 7, Chapter 09, Story
Tagged Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Leinth, original fiction, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, Tala Johanson, web fiction
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Nine – 02
[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] Phelan had to laugh, shaking his head as he reached for the plate she offered him. “You’re not even going to argue with me about it, are you?” Tala shook her head. … Continue reading
Posted in Book 7, Chapter 09, Story
Tagged Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, original fiction, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, Tala Johanson, web fiction
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Nine – 01
[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] They all felt the weight of it, somehow, even those that had forgotten the date, the ones that had stopped numbering the days. Phelan could sense it as he made coffee that … Continue reading
Posted in Book 7, Chapter 09, Story
Tagged Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, Gwen Johanson, Kurt Johanson, original fiction, Phelan O'Credne, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, Tala Johanson, web fiction
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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