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‘XV: Insurgencies’ Category

  1. Exterlude: Caspian and Aelfgar

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    August 24, 2015 by Lyn

    If his current form allowed it, Caspian would have cackled with glee. Instead, he settled for a small squeak of joy as he danced under the lunchroom tables and around feet. This place Aelfgar had unwittingly brought him to – it was full of food.… Read on


  2. Interlude: Ambrus and Manira

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    August 24, 2015 by Lyn

    “Go with it,” Reid had said. “Don’t fight her anymore, it’s just making you sick. So until we can figure out how she’s this powerful this young – and if she knows if she’s doing it or not – just go with the flow.”

    He’d tried to protest that Regine would object; Reid had ridden over his objections with a surprising amount of strength.… Read on


  3. Interlude: VanderLinden

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    August 24, 2015 by Lyn

    There’s a reason the Nedetakaei call their Daeva the Devourers. Mike stared woefully at his empty glass, wondering how many times he’d filled it. Too many, of course, for the middle of the day, and a work-day at that, and yet not enough.… Read on


  4. Chapter 45: Jamian

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    August 24, 2015 by Lyn

    Empathize, can I look through your eyes?
    I’ll find different paradigms

    The big biker thumped out of the room, brushing his hand over a dark-haired girl’s cheek. Seconds later, Kailani followed, her red hair like a banner behind her; her boyfriend – her Kept?… Read on


  5. Chapter 44: Kailani

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    August 21, 2015 by Lyn

    Oh, it’s like I started breathing on the night we kissed,
    And I can’t remember what I ever did before

    “…That’s how I’d solve it, at least.” Kai looked up shyly at Vlad, uncertain if she’d overstepped her bounds. People could get really touchy about help with their homework, sometimes, but he had asked.… Read on


  6. Chapter 43: Shahin

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    August 21, 2015 by Lyn

    Girl you’re beautiful, you’re ’bout near perfect
    But I bet somebody’s already told you that

    By Wednesday, it had become routine to wake up in Emrys’ bed, to sit at his table with his horrid friends – with the horrible Agatha, the slightly less horrible Dysmas, their creepy pets, and the relatively nice Anatoliy – for meals, to time her conversations so that no-one really noticed that she didn’t speak unless she was spoken to.… Read on


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