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Tag Archives: Thomas Merlin Ambrose
Twenty-four – 05
[This post is from Matt Astoris’s point of view.] He mentally stomped on that line of thought before it could go any further. His nephew stared at him steadily, as if he could somehow sense what Matt had been thinking. … Continue reading
Twenty-four – 04
[This post is from Matt Astoris’s point of view.] Lin stared at the forge for a few seconds, his brow furrowing slightly. “Aunt Caro could only give me a direction that they left in. Did you…?” “Know where they were … Continue reading
Twenty-four – 03
[This post is from Matt Astoris’s point of view.] Matt’s heart missed a beat. He cleared his throat. “Then you know.” “Aunt Caro confirmed it,” Lin said after a momentary hesitation. “When she found me out there, I asked. I—Uncle … Continue reading
Twenty-four – 02
[This post is from Matt Astoris’s point of view.] Matt paused, looking away from Lin and into the forge itself, staring at the embers that glowed faintly. His nephew’s announcement was neither a surprise nor did it make the bottom … Continue reading
Twenty-four – 01
[This post is from Matt Astoris’s point of view.] “Uncle Matt?” The hammer rang off-key against the edge of the anvil as Matt twisted toward the open doorway. For a moment, his heart climbed into his throat at his nephew … Continue reading
Twenty-three – 08
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “But I don’t understand why—or how.” “Have you talked to Phelan about it?” I bit my lip, staring at the ground for a few seconds. “He said we’d talk about … Continue reading
Twenty-three – 07
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] Carolyn stayed silent for what seemed like a long time—almost all the way to the bridge itself—her gaze distant, thoughtful. I almost didn’t think that she’d say anything and my … Continue reading
Twenty-three – 06
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “That garden there used to be special,” I guessed as she tugged me gently along the path back toward the bridge. “You guys never talk about it, though.” “No,” she … Continue reading
Twenty-three – 05
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] Steel gray clouds had started to mass in the west by the time we stood up from our spot in the grass. Wind whispered through the branches in the trees … Continue reading
Twenty-three – 04
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “You’ve still got questions,” she said softly. I choked on a laugh. “Of course I do,” I said, then sighed a little. “A thousand of them. But I’m not sure … Continue reading