{"id":2938,"date":"2016-08-01T00:00:23","date_gmt":"2016-08-01T04:00:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=2938"},"modified":"2016-07-31T08:24:16","modified_gmt":"2016-07-31T12:24:16","slug":"thirty-seven-03-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=2938","title":{"rendered":"Thirty-seven &#8211; 03"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>[This post is from Marin&#8217;s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>It\u2019s not nothing.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cPhelan.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He stopped, turned back toward me, brows knitting. I took a deep breath.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou came out here for a reason,\u201d I said slowly. \u201cNow talk to me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m probably just being paranoid,\u201d he muttered. \u201cReally, it\u2019s fine.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou felt it, too.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Phelan stiffened even as his expression went slack. \u201cIn the distance?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I nodded. \u201cI picked up on it while I was strengthening the wards. It\u2019s pretty far out and I can\u2019t\u2014I don\u2019t know what it was. Do you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He grimaced and shook his head. \u201cI\u2019m not sure. It\u2019s a little familiar, but I can\u2019t quiet tease out what it really is. There\u2019s so much diffuse&#8230;mess&#8230;lately that it\u2019s getting harder and harder.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Part of me wondered if that was the whole of it, if he was actually telling me the truth of it\u2014and then there was a part of me that was worried that he <em>was<\/em> telling me the whole of it and that it meant so much more than I realized. I swallowed against a sudden lump in my throat. \u201cShould I ask what it <em>could<\/em> be?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019d just scare you,\u201d Phelan murmured. \u201cIt already scares me. Both of us don\u2019t need that.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I stepped forward to hug him, awkwardly, since my enormous stomach was in the way. My son was slowly settling down now, no longer doing gymnastics inside. It was a relief. Phelan wrapped his arms around my shoulders and squeezed me gently.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSorry,\u201d he murmured. \u201cI shouldn\u2019t do this to you, not at this point. Probably not at <em>any<\/em> point, really, but especially not right now.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d I said, arms tightening for a brief moment before I let go and stepped back. \u201cI\u2019m just\u2014I\u2019m glad I\u2019m not going crazy. I thought for a second I was, that I was imagining things.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s been too quiet,\u201d he admitted. \u201cThat\u2019s enough to ramp up paranoia. Don\u2019t apologize for it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe calm before the storm,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n<p>After all, that\u2019s what it was\u2014the calm before whatever maelstrom was to come.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[This post is from Marin&#8217;s point of view.] It\u2019s not nothing. \u201cPhelan.\u201d He stopped, turned back toward me, brows knitting. I took a deep breath. \u201cYou came out here for a reason,\u201d I said slowly. \u201cNow talk to me.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=2938\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[124,214,14],"tags":[150,171,170,152,149,173,148,168,147,165,146],"class_list":["post-2938","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-book-5","category-chapter-37-book-5","category-story","tag-awakenings","tag-fantasy","tag-fiction","tag-marin-astoris","tag-original-fiction","tag-phelan-ocredne","tag-post-apocalyptic","tag-serial","tag-serial-fiction","tag-story","tag-web-fiction"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1EBlN-Lo","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2938","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2938"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2938\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2939,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2938\/revisions\/2939"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2938"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2938"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2938"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}