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Fane was practically buzzing. Ishan watched, baffled at the new bounding ball of energy. Ishan had seen him happily content, yes, but Fane was excited, and not in a murderous way. He slipped his arsenal into his holsters but neglected his socks and boots. His hair pooled around him in a copper curtain. His eyes…
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Fane walked briskly through the hallways. “Do you want to go outside?” Ishan offered, wondering if closing themselves into their bedroom would be the best idea for the man. Fane paused to look up at the platinum-blond man. He was lost and cold. He pulled Ishan to him and buried his head in the blond’s…
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Breathing hard, the three found themselves back on Bern’s beach. Bern wasn’t ready for it when Ishan barreled toward him, catching him in the jaw with a hard left hook. It threw the connection and Bern, Fane, and Ishan tumbled back onto the grass outside of the warehouse.
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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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“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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He paced the study of his house. Books lined cherry shelves and his desk was overcrowded with papers and electronics. He had sent his maid up to check on the woman. What had possessed him to intervene was beyond him. A simple trip was all he wanted. He had gone to see the beginnings of…
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They were able to locate an old map of Florgia, long-forgotten behind a convenience store shelf in Pensacola. It proved to be useful in getting them past Tallahassee and Gainesville. Their anticipation and fear rose as they passed by Ocala on 75. It had been completely decimated from incendiaries. Fear prickled as they wondered if…
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Yeller opened the door to the townhouse as the first rays of the sun cast hot pink and orange streaks on the low clouds. The beginning smell of decomposition wafted into his sinuses. He looked down at the doorstep as Sven rubbed against his leg. They stalled. On the doorstep lay a dead fox, its…
Chapel Orahamm 