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  1. 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


  2. Exterlude: Caspian

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    July 21, 2016 by Lyn

    Summer, 2000

    The trail had gone cold on him for weeks, but Caspian had picked it up again, found his lead on the border and traced it here.

    Here. This place was listed on one of his Queen’s maps, but it was an old map, and old place, and they assumed the ashanevaei didn’t use it anymore.… Read on


  3. Exterlude: Greta

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    July 17, 2016 by Lyn

    The situation was, to put it lightly, not ideal. Greta had been pacing the Council’s mountain bunker-safehouse for an hour, pondering what they were going to do with the waif she’d collected.

    The girl had no reason to trust the Shenera Endraae and, indeed, a good deal of reason to distrust them, if her tales of her family were any indication.… Read on


  4. Exterlude: Aelfgar

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    May 19, 2016 by Lyn

    “Damn.” Aelfgar drained his glass and passed it back to Doug for a refill. The kid kept good whisky in stock, and he wasn’t stingy with it, either. “I fucked that one up pretty badly. And the damn thing got away from us.” Doug passed his glass back, and he took another long gulp.… Read on


  5. Chapter 78: Jamian

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    February 26, 2016 by Lyn

    So be it
    Threaten no more
    To secure peace is
    To prepare for war

    Jamian woke early; someone was pounding on Ty’s door. He shook Ty awake gently and padded over to the doorway, remembering to pull a robe on at the last minute.… Read on


  6. Exterlude: Aelfgar

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    September 12, 2015 by Lyn

    No-one would ever, except in a heavily sarcastic way, accuse Aelfgar of being brilliant, or even all that smart, but he was, having survived this long in a dangerous vocation, very canny, with a nose for trouble. No one had to tell him that something was wrong in this strange school of Regine’s, which was handy, because no-one was telling him anything at all.… Read on


  7. 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


  8. 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


  9. 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


  10. Exterlude: Caspian

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    August 17, 2015 by Lyn

    “Thanks for the dinner, Ingrid, and for putting me up overnight, Dieter. Always a pleasure. And wonderful to meet your beautiful daughters and your fine sons. I won’t be taking any more of your time, though. Thank you again.”

    Aelfgar’s accent got thicker the further into the Midwest they rode, and no wonder – he spent almost every night on the couch or in the guest bed of some generous, giving family with a rolling accent and a family story about how Aelfgar had saved their father or grandmother or great-grandfather from certain death, sometimes at the hands of an unnamed boojum, sometimes from more mundane dangers.… Read on


  11. Exterlude: Aelfgar

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    August 13, 2015 by Lyn

    The world was red and black, the wheat field they stood in so scorched, so drenched in blood, that it would yield no crop but corpses this season.

    Aelfgar, too, was drenched, sticky with the stuff, and he’d lost a couple inches of his braid to a gout of flame.… Read on


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