Orahamm
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Saeesar was going to be pissed. That’s if Taigre ever saw him again. Or his father. Or the nesting ground. Mostly though, he was concerned with the part that his father’s top gladiator was going to be pissed.
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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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“Marin?” Jarl popped in, scaring the hell out of me and making the creature in the tub hiss. “Oh, it can make noise, neat. Are you having coffee or am I drinking your share?” “I’m sort of stuck in your bathtub with a mermaid, Jarl. And it has hold of my shoulder. It could…
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Coming to was like that morning after I was welcomed on board ship by Captain and the crew. Homegrown hooch with anchovies. Unstable, my stomach wanted to live outside of my body and my brain was wrapped around an anchor. The storm threw buckets at the windows of Jarl’s apartment. He had rolled towels and…
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“Jarl, I need a room!” I demanded as the door pulled open beneath my fist. “Marin, what is with banging on my door in the middle of-” my brother’s eyes settled on what was draped on my back.
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It wasn’t for a lack of trying. I pushed. I fought. I wrote letters. I showed up. I begged. I did what I could. Yet, my desire for a fine arts degree fell apart. I worked for the pharmacist during the days when I wasn’t working over dad’s farm to save up for the impossible.…
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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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“Finally.” Fane breathed. He buttoned a series of massive insulated plastic drapes that ran from ceiling to floor closed. “They were happy,” Ishan mused from the centre of the private space.
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A sliding unease rattled Fane from his dreams. He held his love close to him, tucked under warm blankets. Ishan was breathing softly. Fane listened for a tell-tale sign in the darkness. Silence. There had been no logical reason for his waking. He could not recall a nightmare. His heart rate was not up. There was…
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“Your armoury is crap, Corbin.” Fane regarded the minuscule stockpile in a make-do locker room near the medical ward. Corbin leaned against a doorframe, watching the redhead meticulously clean guns, which apparently weren’t enough to keep the man happy. “Not like I own the military.”
Chapel Orahamm 