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“Marin!” Saeesar called behind me as I broke the surface of the ocean. We were surprisingly closer than I thought to land. The crevice had been part of a deep section off a long shallow shelf. Instead of wasting the charm, I used it to push myself towards the soft sand beach. “Marin!” Saeesar called…
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I was sore, tired, and hungry again by the time we emerged from the woods on the opposite end of the castle from where we left off to the village.
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“You doing any better?” Sylwyn asked from the kitchen where he was putting away a couple bags of groceries.
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“You knew him?” Medicus asked as he held pen to paper. He didn’t sound surprised. I had no idea what he was thinking, but man if I could have peeled Medicus’s brain open and got a dig at what was turning in it, I would have paid my right ball for the opportunity.
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Went to the Amsterdam Graffiti Museum – called STRAAT – which translates to street.
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“You will need to tell him, Saeesar. It will do him no good to learn you are Fomorii, a child of Domnu and not a child of Llyr,” a low voice said over me in the dark. I had been asleep on Saeesar, heading out to sea. Now, I found myself stationary.
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The chuckle that followed me into the dark left my skin tingling. Maybe I’d gained some bit of respect from Rowan. I’d never hit someone before and my fingers throbbed enough to tell me Wallace hadn’t either. I didn’t really want to repeat the experience.
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Morning felt like it came too early. Though the artificial sun indicated it was six, I still bemoaned the night going by too quickly. My neck ached from not moving. I had been tired. After my lashing out from the day before, I was guaranteed to be exhausted. The shower did little to ease the…
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Morning graced my window, illuminating the room in soft orange cream. I went to stretch and bumped into something. I drew in a startled breath, only to remember that Sanctus had climbed into bed with me last night. His breathing was soft, but told me he was on the verge of waking. I eased up…
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“Tell me of your home.” I studied paper white skin at the edge of my cheek. Green flecks of plankton and salt drifted in swirls of ocean waters across Saeesar’s chest. The sun beat down on us as we floated over calm waves. His fins billowed out around him, soft and translucent like threadbare muslin.…
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