fyskar
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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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Corbin swept his papers to the side of the lab table. “What did you find?” Sophia asked as she tidied up the papers, shoving them into their respective files. For the life of him, he couldn’t quite figure out why Sophia’s desk could be a complete disaster zone, but she insisted on filing his papers.
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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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Dinner was lavish, as to be expected of Mrs Stiner. She had been the top reigning chef of a lead New York French restaurant in her day. She was a little disgruntled, though, to find no one enjoying their meal as much as she. Miss Teslanoviach was staring at her square plate like it was…
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Eoin breathed a sigh of relief. The moon shown a brilliant, mesmerizing white. Stars blinked and sparkled in the night sky, a trailing band of white and pink clusters stretching from one edge of the tall walls to the either. A warm breeze shifted the large leaves of the palm trees. He stepped into the…
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“My father will not be amused. We should be in the hall waiting for his arrival. Is the bird necessary?” Mirza motioned Eoin, Seonaid, Fearchar and the servant through one of the many rooms leading away from the feast. “You and your flock.”
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They entered Eoin’s chamber. It was a fourth the size of the prince’s, but comfortable. His pharmacy lay in the room next door to it. He had allowed Fearchar and Seonaid a peek inside. A year since he had seen the inside of those two rooms, and memories flooded him with a sense of loss…
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Clothes lay scattered about Mirza’s room. Eoin, exhausted as he was, woke to a low sun. He lay spread out on the prince’s bench, rugs having been moved to leave him bare to the cold tile.
Chapel Orahamm 