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It was still dark out when Fane roused from a dead sleep. He stretched and blinked. He had woken up two minutes before his morning alarm. He had slept. He had really and truly slept solidly for once since before Melody had died. No nightmares, no creatures, no interruptions. He glanced at the slowly lightening…
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Fane traipsed out of the ship and through the dark machinists field into the middle section of the warehouse. He made his way down to the infirmary where he peeled off the electrodes speckling his skin and tossed them in the bin. He dug around in the first aid kit and found antiseptic spray, gauze,…
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It was late in the afternoon. Lunch had been simple and fast. Sophia had made sure of that. Fane and Bern sat on the bed on either side of the white wolf. Yeller sat in a chair facing them, worry creasing his expression. Ishan leaned up against the wall next to the door. Sophia had…
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Fane was practically buzzing. Ishan watched, baffled at the new bounding ball of energy. Ishan had seen him happily content, yes, but Fane was excited, and not in a murderous way. He slipped his arsenal into his holsters but neglected his socks and boots. His hair pooled around him in a copper curtain. His eyes…
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Breathing hard, the three found themselves back on Bern’s beach. Bern wasn’t ready for it when Ishan barreled toward him, catching him in the jaw with a hard left hook. It threw the connection and Bern, Fane, and Ishan tumbled back onto the grass outside of the warehouse.
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“We’re dragging in a pair of men from New Punjab this time, Bern.” Corbin prepared the machines. Bern, leaning against the door of the lab, nodded his head indifferently. He had been present for over four hundred and fifty pulls so far. Most had gone down with a tranq and been put into their tanks…
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“What do you mean you’re not Eoin of the Fyskar?” Corbin yelled. The hell. Who was this man? White hair hung limply to the man’s thighs. A massive gold torc circled his thick neck. The kilt had been changed for a pair of jeans, and very little else remained to cover the bulk of him. …
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He arrived at Portree on the Isle of Skye and found a rather welcoming lady that was only too happy to have a visitor willing to pay for a stay at the tiny house that was the town’s hotel. He was able to borrow her landline to call a Dr Dubhe McCloude, native to Isle…
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“I just wish that you could actually get this thing to go into the future. I want to know that the chry-chambers stay fully functional all the way through the trip,” Sophia grouched. It had been a full two years since Corbin’s offer, and since the War began. Drought had set in after the destruction…
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