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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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“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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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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“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.”
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Over the course of the ten minutes it took to clear his lungs of the liquid and his skin to come back to a normal temperature, Fane had time to sort through the memories he now could flip through easily. It was all at the edge of his fingertips. Nothing hid from him behind walls…
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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…
Chapel Orahamm 