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  1. Interlude: Mabina

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    June 28, 2016 by Lyn

    Mabina frowned at the closing door. Kailani had been home for less than a day, and she was already heading off, talking in whispers to the Daeva cy’Linden, Jamian. This boded ill. Perhaps it was time for a gentle, motherly nudge in the right direction.… Read on


  2. Chapter 138: Jamian

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    June 28, 2016 by Lyn

    You never know who’s planning to jack
    That’s why I’m trying to warn you people
    Watch your back!

    Jamian bustled about the suite Sunday morning, full of excitement. The field trip was due back today, and he couldn’t wait to talk to his friends again, hear about everything they’d seen and done, and find out who had won the final challenge

    “Hey.” He hadn’t even realized Ty was awake yet until he was there, standing in the living room in his sweatpants, looking upset.… Read on


  3. Chapter 137b: Kailani

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    June 26, 2016 by Lyn

    This is our iron council
    The last antagonist
    Standing strong against the new world

    “Why exactly have you been following us?” Kailani glared at the unassuming-looking woman, who smiled back, seeming unperturbed.

    “That is, of course, assuming that I have been.… Read on


  4. Chapter 137: Kailani

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    June 23, 2016 by Lyn

    There’s no light at the end of the tunnel
    Can’t you know I’m looking for trouble
    Obviously, it’s been looking for me

    “Are they supposed to be… all up in my face like that?” Kai frowned uncertainly at the way the bodice squeezed in and up her chest.… Read on


  5. Chapter 136: Shahin

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    June 23, 2016 by Lyn

    Yo, you wanna hit us? We can hit back
    If you talk that talk, you got’s to live that.
    This is self defense

    Shahin had gotten her shopping trip.  It had taken some coaxing, some cajoling, and the support of Carter, Kendra (given some practice, the mouse would have teeth. … Read on


  6. Prelude: Emrys

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    June 23, 2016 by Lyn

    Emrys paused a second to catch his breath as his date for the dance emerged from her room. Who’s her fairy godmother? It was quite a makeover: her golden hair was done up artfully, rather than left in its typical straightforward ponytail; her torn jeans were now a radiant, glittering gown; even her shoes – yes, she had actually reproduced the look faithfully.… Read on


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