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“That witch was sure as hell tripped out on something. Are you sure you want to go along with a twenty-plus-year-old prophecy that was probably just the delusional ravings of a mushroom-hopped, senile, old lady?” I settled back into our nest of crates in the dungeon-like room. “Then again. Don’t want to ruin a good…
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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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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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“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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A thorough historical world build that many authors would benefit from analyzing for style.
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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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Spicy gay Robin Hood. That could sum it up, but the Suitable series at large benefits from this piece.
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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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I found myself in a small four-foot by four-foot by six-foot box of a room when I finally woke up. I guess they figured that by confining me to a small enough area that I wouldn’t be stupid enough to invoke anything that would take up too much space.
Chapel Orahamm 