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  1. If You Believed

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    This story begins the July before the first year of the Addergoole School, on July 20th, 1995.

    The school was ready, the walls painted and paneled, the books on the shelves, the wards set, and in less than two months, the first students would step foot inside Regine’s project.… Read on


  2. Auld Lang Syne

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    December 31, 1980

    “It’s a baby, love.” Michelle Linden-Blossom smiled indulgently at Kenneth; so strong, so capable, and yet so entirely helpless when it came to domestic things. He would have to learn, though, wouldn’t he?

    “It’s tiny.” He set one finger gingerly in his son’s small hand.… Read on


  3. Questions

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    Kailani, age 5:

    She was, her kindergarten teacher said, inquisitive. It was said in that air of an adult trying to say something above her head, a sensation she was already very familiar with and already disliked strongly.

    Teachers, she found out, didn’t like being told either of those things.… Read on


  4. Lessons they don’t teach in school

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    October, 1989

    Aunt Anna picked her up from school. She was sitting, calmly, or at least quietly, in the principal’s office, an icepack held to her eye, two seats from the sniffling, whimpering, horrible bully Matt Littles.

    Aunt Anna sat down in a flurry of peasant skirts, ignoring the disapproving glare of the secretary.… Read on


  5. Summer Camp

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    Sometime between 1987 & 1993

    “Summer what?”

    “Summer camp,” DJ said cheerfully. “You know, tents and bugs and swimming in the lake and other kids Ty’s age.”

    “Human kids. Normal, every-day human kids.” Penn eyed DJ doubtfully. He was a nice guy, but he never seemed the most practical, especially when it came to his oldest child.… Read on


  6. Another One

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    July 26, 2016 by Lyn

    Sometime between 1979 and 1999

    “Pour me another one.” Aelfgar slammed his beer mug down on the table.

    “Fucking Vikings,” Luke laughed, even as he flagged down the waitress. They’d ridden an hour from Addergoole just to find a bar that didn’t know them.… Read on


  7. Planning Stages

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    July 26, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place in 1983, several years after HeartStone

    “Camping?” Ké raised one eyebrow in question. “Just the two of us, alone?”

    “I’ve been told,” he informed her, smiling, “that this is nineteen-eighty-three and women can do whatever they want and, what’s more, no-one will raise an eyebrow at an un-chaperoned woman alone with a man not part of her family.”

    “And I’ve been told,” she countered, smiling just as much, “that of all three of the pure-blooded races, the Mara are the most traditional, and the most likely to get stuck in an archaic mindset.… Read on


  8. Too Human

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    July 26, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place a couple years after “Housewarming”

    “Your child…” Dave was careful to keep his voice playful and not sound the least bit accusatory. D.J. was in his – her – last month of pregnancy and prone to violent explosions of temper at the slightest provocation.… Read on


  9. Give Me Reason

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    July 26, 2016 by Lyn

    And your voice is all I heard
    That I get what I deserve
    So give me reason

    After All in a Day’s Work

    Regine had company, and Ambrus hated it. He stood in the kitchen of her cottage, crafting hors d’oeuvres, because that way she wouldn’t tell him to leave.… Read on


  10. All In A Day’s Work

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    July 21, 2016 by Lyn

    In the weeks and months after A Man’s Man.

    The whoring was easy. If it was more complicated than it had been under his previous masters, it was almost more pleasant. He found the clients’ desire for conversation an entertaining novelty, and the one time he’d ended up with unwanted bruises, Luke had taken the client in question aside for a long conversation that had lead to a heartfelt, terrified apology and a couple very expensive gifts.… Read on


  11. A Man’s Man

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    July 21, 2016 by Lyn

    In the weeks or months after Housewarming.

    “Well… are you sure?”

    This was the weirdest part of Ambrus’ “job,” the part Luke hadn’t managed to explain during his first briefing, when he had gotten distracted reassuring Ambrus about children. Ambrus was still kind of worried about his responsibilities towards those children-to-come, but with a job like this, those offspring seemed a distant worry.… Read on


  12. Christmas Bonus Story: Heartstone

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    July 21, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place around the same time as Into the Labrynth and Housewarming.

    Regine hadn’t been enthusiastic about the Christmas party; she’d been dead-set against it, at least to begin with. “Ridiculous,” she’d scoffed; Luke wondered if she’d noticed the wince of disappointment in her Kept’s normally well-mannered expression.… Read on


  13. Housewarming

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    July 21, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place the day after “Into the Labyrinth.”

    He had a house now. It was a cottage, smaller than any house he’d ever seen – smaller even than the place he’d stayed in with Regine last night – but it was his, a whole house.… Read on


  14. Labyrinth

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    July 21, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place immediately after Yes, Mistress.

    Regine had been driving all day, with two bathroom breaks and a stop for lunch at a family restaurant where neither of them fit in and only Ambrus seemed to care. She seemed indefatigable; she also seemed entirely comfortable riding for twelve hours in silence.… Read on


  15. Yes, Mistress

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    July 21, 2016 by Lyn

    Ambrus was terrified. It wasn’t so much the being passed around like so much chattel – he had been being bought and sold and traded since he was fifteen – and even to women before – it was more the fact that she hadn’t said a word since she slid her hand under his ponytail and grabbed the back of his collar.… Read on


  16. Ripening

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    July 21, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place in 1973

    Jimmy hid in the back corner of the closet he called a bedroom, reading, a mound of clothes and blankets set up to block the view from the doorway. Dad wouldn’t like the book, and he had a habit of throwing out stuff he didn’t like.… Read on


  17. Valentine’s Day Vignette

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    July 21, 2016 by Lyn

    Valentine’s Day, 1922, Albany, NY

    Maureen looked at the card in her hands for a long moment, struggling to find something tactful to say.

    It wasn’t that it was in any way a bad card. It was, for a Valentine card, a beautiful specimen, with paper lace and flattering artwork, hand-made, with a handpainted, realistically styled, albeit idealized, watercolor portrait of herself (although she thought the fox stole the woman in the painting was wearing to be in a bit of bad taste, all things considered).… Read on


  18. A Few Good Men

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    July 21, 2016 by Lyn

    April 1865

    President Lincoln was holding a reception.

    Luca wasn’t certain why he’d been invited, but he had a feeling it had something to do with the two blonde women in front of him – the icy English Regine Avonmorea and the silly and frivolous tree-blossom Michaela Carmichael née Linden, whose current husband had that lost look that Luca had already come to associate with Mike’s spouses, especially the male ones.… Read on


  19. Pebbles

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    July 21, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place in 1864, in the midst of the American Civil War

    “War again?” The boots dangling in Luca’s face were made of fine-grain, expensive leather and were in perfect condition – not a nick, scratch, or speck of dust on them; the pants overhanging them were similarly pristine.… Read on


  20. Independence

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    July 21, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place mainly on the 4th of July, 1784
    They hadn’t wanted to let him join their army at all. There were plenty of excuses they could have used – he was young, even by the standards of that day and age, and looked younger.… Read on


  21. Be the Story

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    July 21, 2016 by Lyn

    Luca was fifteen when his mother decided that they would leave the People and live among the white men again; “again” because she had come from them, although he’d spent his whole life among the People.

    He soon learned that he didn’t like the white folks, and that the feeling was mutual.… Read on


  22. Rainfall

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    July 21, 2016 by Lyn

    It rained at Martin’s funeral; Meckil made sure of it.

    She wasn’t allowed at the funeral; ancient ancestral promises banned her from hallowed ground across the continent. So she stood outside, under the branches of the linden tree that had Named her, dressed in mourning as befit a widow, heedless of the scandal, and watched, working the Words of the rainfall into Martin’s eulogy.… Read on


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