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Yeller drew in a muffled gasp, almost dropping the rope in his hand. “This won’t be a good thing, Nat,” he protested, trying to return the equipment. Nat took the bundle, his heart fluttering. Maybe it had been too much to ask after all this time. Yeller pulled him back into a hug. “Why?” Yeller’s…
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Dallas went on forever. The suburbs started almost at the edge of the state line and made for a never nearing horizon.
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It was still early in the morning when Yeller emerged from the room with his pack. Sven followed behind him, his chest and shoulders wrapped carefully. The others had already laid out their packs and had shifted. Dietrich cocked his head at Yeller quizzically but didn’t press any question. Tereza’s Heat was still smothering. They…
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Yeller emerged from the bedroom and flopped down in the living room. He was tired in a content way. The sun slowly burned off the clouds. It cast harsh golden shadows through the slats of the blinds, illuminating the dingy interior in brilliant oranges and browns. Yeller glanced out to watch the rising fireball against…
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Hackles rose on the back of Nat’s neck at every blurred shadow. The wounds in his shoulders ached and throbbed, but the wolf inside supported him through the pain. The city left the group unsettled in the slow onset of twilight. The chill nipped at their heels. The sun was setting in the distance, and…
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She sat rigidly in her chair, her second hand corset pinching at her ribs. This was not comfortable in the least. What had ever possessed her to go from her folks farm in Kansas to Manhattan of all places was beyond her now.
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It was cold in the room, but I could already feel the pits in my shirt growing moist. Lovely. Just lovely. My bright, chipper mood had crumbled into the dust bin, alongside my motivation to even be in the room. I wanted to go get in my car and go home.
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Thaddeus Jaeger just wants a job. The Librarian’s Guild wants an assassin. Genre: adult, fantasy, romance
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A sickly dark mage swaps bodies with a NYC ballet dancer to prolongue his life. The dancer though has strong opinions and a bit of a necromantic bend on his philosophy in life now that he’s been isekai-ed into a fantasy world. Doesn’t help that he’s falling in love with the dark mage’s step brother.…
Chapel Orahamm 