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  1. Fish Gotta Swim, Birds Gotta Fly

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    August 8, 2016 by Lyn

    Fifty years in the future:

    The bell attached to the northern foxhole rang just as Diane was sitting down to dinner. It was her day to monitor them, so she slipped on her coat, grabbed her rifle and a spare jacket, and hitched the horse up to the covered buggy.… Read on


  2. Retirement 2

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    August 7, 2016 by Lyn

    Fifty years in the future, Pennsylvania: “Now, I think you’d better tell me what you did to Regine.”

    As quickly as it had come, Rozen’s smile vanished, leaving him glowering down at Kai. She struggled to remember, again, that he was no threat to her.… Read on


  3. Retirement

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    August 7, 2016 by Lyn

    Fifty years in the future, Pennsylvania:

    In the sunlit warmth of her office, Kai studied the reports for the month. They’d admitted two new students, one of whom, the son of a maple farmer from the Green Mountains, had come with a crate of maple syrup to pay his tuition.… Read on


  4. Cleaning Up

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    August 7, 2016 by Lyn

    It had taken all of their family’s charm together and not a little bit of emotion-working, but they had gotten the crazed Eris asleep and tucked into a wagon, and cleared the battlefield of any incriminating evidence, before the witch-hunters showed.… Read on


  5. With Friends Like These…

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    August 7, 2016 by Lyn

    The pretty hermaphrodite, looking far too pretty and far too fae for the grubby soon-to-be-battlefield where they were standing, and far too poised for being wrapped in poison manacles and chains, shook its head woefully up at Shahin. “Regine is not the enemy, you know,” it tsk’d.… Read on


  6. Like Toy Soldiers…

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    August 7, 2016 by Lyn

    “You are the vainest warrior I have ever known,” Willow complained cheerfully.

    “Thank you,” Shahin smiled. “Pass me that vambrace, would you?” Grinning, the girl complied.

    “At this rate, you’ll still be getting dressed when the monsters show up.” Her gibe had no heat in it; by this point, despite being nominally of different generations, the two were old friends.… Read on


  7. Twists

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    August 7, 2016 by Lyn

    Just a bit after Plus ça change

    The weather had finally begun to turn nice, a week after Dagny had brought Melchior home from the market. It was one of those rare stunning days, the sort that made you stop working just to enjoy it for a few hours, and Jamian was doing just that, leaning against a fence post and sunning himself.… Read on


  8. Plus ça change

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    August 7, 2016 by Lyn

    Directly after Cobbled

    Dagny watched the interaction between her father and the young-looking man she’d just bought, caught between her confusion and her curiosity. Her dad seemed somehow different, younger, as if she was seeing him through Melchior’s memory instead of as he was now.… Read on


  9. Cobbled

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    August 7, 2016 by Lyn

    Fifty years after Year Five of the Addergoole School, early Autumn, the Finger Lakes Region of what was once New York State.

     


    Faerie Cobbler.

    Only in the most private depths of his mind, and only on the days when his humor was particularly dark, did Jamian think of himself that way.… Read on


  10. Dating

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    August 6, 2016 by Lyn

    coat_of_armsVValentine’s Day, 2049, TeeBurg, in what was once New York State

    Jamian had a date.

    He couldn’t… no, he could remember his last date. Dagny’s mother. That had been nearly two decades ago, two long and dry decades, interspersed with Tya’s random and generally-unpredictable visits.… Read on


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