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Tag Archives: Thomas Merlin Ambrose
Twenty – 06
[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] Tory’s head whipped around and he squinted at Lin. “I thought you didn’t know anything.” “I don’t,” he said. “Not for sure. Just—Tory. Just listen to him. We’ve heard these bedtime … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 20, Story
Tagged Ambrose Cycle, Artorius Mackenzie, Awakenings, Bryant Tapping, David O'Credne Miller, fantasy, fiction, Isabelle Squires, Knights Errant, original fiction, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, Thomas Merlin Ambrose, web fiction
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Twenty – 05
[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] The knots in Bryant’s stomach tightened. He hadn’t quite admitted to himself how nervous he was about this part, about David opening up to people that they were probably looking for … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 20, Story
Tagged Ambrose Cycle, Artorius Mackenzie, Awakenings, Bryant Tapping, David O'Credne Miller, fantasy, Isabelle Squires, Knights Errant, original fiction, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, Thomas Merlin Ambrose, web fiction
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Twenty – 04
[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] “What do you mean, David?” Isabelle asked softly. “You’re not—” “Making sense?” he shook his head, smiling weakly. “I guess not, but then do I ever?” “More often than you don’t,” … Continue reading
Twenty – 03
[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] “Me,” David said quietly. “At least—at least, that’s my guess.” He swallowed hard, then cleared his throat. “I’m—never mind. I’m Aoife O’Credne’s son.” “Grey Miller’s your dad,” Lin said, his gaze … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 20, Story
Tagged Ambrose Cycle, Artorius Mackenzie, Awakenings, Bryant Tapping, David O'Credne Miller, fantasy, fiction, Isabelle Squires, Knights Errant, original fiction, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, Thomas Merlin Ambrose, web fiction
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Twenty – 02
[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] Two young men who couldn’t have been any older than his friends stopped dead in their tracks, only steps from the door. Bryant choked on a laugh, barely preventing himself from … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 20, Story
Tagged Ambrose Cycle, Artorius Mackenzie, Awakenings, Bryant Tapping, David O'Credne Miller, fantasy, fiction, Isabelle Squires, Knights Errant, original fiction, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, Thomas Merlin Ambrose, web fiction
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Ninteen – 05
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “What are you going to ask them?” My question was designed to distract him from worrying about me, which seemed safer than the alternative. It occurred to me that perhaps … Continue reading
Nineteen – 04
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] Opening the door, I winced at the sudden brightness that flooded in. The morning sunshine was stronger than I’d expected, or it was later than I expected—probably a bit of … Continue reading
Nineteen – 03
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] I closed my eyes for a second and sucked in a breath. Somehow, I knew he wasn’t going to go that far—he was probably only a few feet away from … Continue reading
Posted in Ambrose Cycle, Book 8, Chapter 19, Story
Tagged Ambrose Cycle, Awakenings, fantasy, fiction, original fiction, post apocalyptic, serial, serial fiction, story, Thomas Merlin Ambrose, web fiction
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Nineteen – 02
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] He stared at his hands and I watched him, drinking slowly. I could tell that he was thinking, letting what I’d already told him roll around in his head and … Continue reading
Nineteen – 01
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “Lin?” Consciousness flooded back in a rush. My eyes felt gritty as I opened them, crusted over in the way they did when I was sick or had been crying … Continue reading