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Chapter 1: The Race
Decima The woman Decima had died for was staring through her, watching the sun set in the east. That was just another of the indignities that dying had set upon her shoulders. The outcrop of softly rounded and therefore ancient… Continue reading
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The Necessaries: Part 2
I am not a professional author. Having written two books and finding myself somehow in the middle of writing two more, I don’t feel like I can say I’m not an author anymore, but I am not a professional author.… Continue reading
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And with that ….
The Sundered God is done. that’s all she wrote, folks (or, I guess that’s all he wrote in this case). The fat lady has sung. I hope you liked it. If you haven’t read it, then I hope you do… Continue reading
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Chapter 23: Life after Death
Rose awoke in pain. She was being jostled. Hester. She could smell Hester. Even see her a little bit, through the blood and dry eyes. She wanted to speak, but her throat was dry, and the attempt only brought up… Continue reading
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Chapter 22: Death
Rose screamed. Well, she tried. She wasn’t exactly sure how. She was … what? Floating? It felt a bit like the floating in the water elemental had, but less. She felt like less, too. What the shit was this? She… Continue reading
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Chapter 21: The Catacomb
The sun was already too low in the sky. Rose felt her stomach in knots. With every push she got closer, but it got darker and darker. Approaching the stone wall was easier than anything on this path had been… Continue reading
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Chapter 20: The Elemental
It was the middle of the day before Emrys started talking about his plan in earnest. “I will explain my plan in earnest.” What a nerd. He was walking well enough as long as they didn’t push it, but the… Continue reading
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Testing page
In which I try to figure out why my images aren’t working when I link this shit. Continue reading
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Chapter 19: The Camp
She was floating. Rose wasn’t a strong swimmer even before the chair. People always said that everyone floated, but she’d always found that where she floated was about four inches below where the air was, so this was never useful… Continue reading
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Interlude 2: The Teacher
Rose was walking back to the pen with a chicken under each arm. The little shits had gotten loose and of course Sage had insisted it be her job to retrieve them. She didn’t build the shitty pen. He was… Continue reading