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“Think he would fit in?” I tugged off a stack of gold rings upon entering one of my office chambers. “One way to find out.” Ptolemy grabbed the wab by the collar, pushing him against the wall.
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We left the building late into the afternoon. Maria Mater sighed heavily with disgust. “I hate dealing with the heads,” she grumbled as she led Cortex and me to a shaded spot in the courtyard garden.
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The Chambers always made my skin crawl. It was a converted cathedral. The ceilings soared above me, and the main room that used to be the chapel echoed ominously. The stone brickwork was the washed-out ashen colour of corpses. The stained glass had been smashed out so long ago no one remembered. The glittering jagged…
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“You’re not joking. You’re seriously going to just leave me here?” I hissed between my teeth. Rowan and I stood in front of a pair of imposing doors. Laughter and the timbre of feet and music scratched along my nerve endings.
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“You kidnapped a Live out of Sante Fe forest and you want me to hide him for you?” An older woman’s voice woke me from a gloriously empty sleep. I found I was sleeping on a three person couch that smelled faintly of rose and thrift shop.
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Black fins flashed in deep water. A low voice echoed in the cave, a lecture to an audience of one. “There are moments in time when humans can slip the Antumnos Veil. When they see things they aren’t supposed to see. Those moments are when we find those that were lost to us. Babes that…
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Ishan stepped into a closet sized bedroom stuffed with a bunk bed, a dresser, and a crate of worn toys. The sun cast orange rays on the brown shag carpet. Greasy wood paneling held onto the nauseating scent of tobacco. Laughter alerted him to the door behind him. He eased the warm brass handle to…
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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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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…
Chapel Orahamm 