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  • Firefly Fish: Chapter 10

    Firefly Fish: Chapter 10

    I woke where I had been left. The shore trees, backlit, cast long afternoon shadows. The water had receded to my feet, leaving me covered in mud and leaves.

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  • Life of a Librarian: Chapter 7

    Sylwyn led me out of the massive reference library and down a different corridor than the one I had used to access the reference library.  “I think as long as you’re with me, most people will leave you alone.  We still need to conduct a couple more tests to really see just how much you…

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  • The Fire in My Blood: Chapter 4

    “Requies?” I called as I walked into the main office. Browns and creams overwhelmed my vision. The heavy smell of lemon oil and dust was a strange nostalgia that nagged at the back of my head. Papers were neatly ordered in piles on every flat surface available. A thud and something hitting the floor in…

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  • Review: Between Jobs by WR Gingell

    Meaowolf Sante Fe if it was with Fae and Vampires.

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  • Review: By Marsh and By Moor by Annick Trent

    A thorough historical world build that many authors would benefit from analyzing for style.

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  • To Be Read Pile

    To Be Read Pile

    I really do need to keep track of that TBR pile in my Kobo. So many good reads I forget are there.

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  • Review: A Suitable Consort by R. Cooper

    The first book in the Suitable series makes for a lovely, if sparkly first impression to the series.

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  • Review: The Driftcap Inn by Kate Valent

    Sweet in the way daffodil shoots promise cute flowers, this story fits a lot into its pages.

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  • Firefly Fish: Chapter 9

    Firefly Fish: Chapter 9

    Jarl wasn’t joking about the don’t drown bit. At the front steps of the boarding house, a floor down, I encountered a world turned on its head. The water level lapped three steps up. Murk and gunk drifted in the high water.

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  • Firefly Fish: Chapter 8

    Firefly Fish: Chapter 8

    Late into the night, or maybe early into the morning, I put away my guitar and set my mandolin back in its cradle. The winds continued to slam the boarding house, but I could not keep my eyes open any longer. My shoulders were feeling better, for one having been bit a few hours before…

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