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  1. Carrot and Stick


    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    Directly after In the Hall of the Elf Queen

    The puppy had, after an hour or two of driving, stopped whimpering. Caspian had put her in the back seat of his Avalon, still bound and with the addition of a gag, and thrown a blanket over her to conceal her.… Read on

  2. In the Hall of the Elf-Queen


    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    Sometime around the 1st year of the Addergoole School:

    The Hunters had brought in new captives, and so the Elf Queen was holding court. And because Tasiankia was holding court, Caspian and Regan were there.

    Regan, of course, fought him every inch of the way, but Caspian knew which side his bread was buttered on, and by extension, his sister’s bread and butter, so they were there, in their finest, the geas laid on Regan so clever that not the sharpest seer could detect it, so strong that even his sister’s rock-hard revolve could not crack it.… Read on

  3. Exterlude: Caspian


    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

  4. Prelude: Caspian


    July 8, 2016 by Lyn

    Normally, Caspian enjoyed tracking. He was good at it, after all, better than many of his Queen’s Hunters, a skill he liked to keep to himself. And, indeed, in this hunting trip he had found three potential Wild Ones, one of them still a whelp.… Read on

  5. Exterlude: Caspian


    July 5, 2016 by Lyn

    The Queen hadn’t wanted to let him out of her sight, but Caspian had finally made his excuses, and escaped across the border before she could change her mind. He had been gone a while, and, while Tasiankia’d probably forgotten about the ashenevaei whelp she’d given into his care, she would still have his head if the girl died.… Read on

  6. Exterlude: Caspian


    June 7, 2016 by Lyn

    There might still be something he could salvage out of this mess.

    Caspian stared at the bed in his cabin, where the pretty little mutt had lain, at the chain dangling from the wall where her boyfriend had been chained. They had been far too drugged, far too beaten to get away on their own, he was sure of it; neither of them could have Worked the chains while wrapped in rowan and hawthorn like that.… Read on

  7. Exterlude: Morgan


    May 26, 2016 by Lyn

    There were few things more obvious than a Dragon taking off from the middle of a cornfield.

    Morgan Murdoch, Behold-the-Sprawl, hadn’t been out looking for Dragons. Hunting down Nedetakaei was not in her job description, inasmuch as she had a description or a job; she left that to the Mara and their offspring.… Read on

  8. Chapter 79b: Shahin


    May 13, 2016 by Lyn

    Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
    Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before

    She woke a moment later, not certain she’d actually fallen asleep. There’d been some fear, right? And some pain. But all she felt now was warm and fuzzy, like she was wrapped in a giant blanket.… Read on

  9. Chapter 79: Shahin


    May 13, 2016 by Lyn

    But if you could give me
    Just one love, just one life
    Just one chance to believe in mine
    Just one love, just one life
    You’d bleed for me

    She was clean, tidy, and naked – the creature had left her one glove, but that just seemed an exercise in futility, so she’d added it to a neat pile of her clothing-remains – and more worried than she cared to admit, even to herself, by the time Emrys seemed conscious again.… Read on

  10. Chapter 76: Shahin


    September 13, 2015 by Lyn

    This chapter includes violent scenes and sexual violence, involuntary drug use, and magical torture.  

    Another hero
    Another mindless crime
    Behind the curtain

    “Yes,” Shahin murmured, flopping back against the bed, trying not to look at the monster, trying to get a feel for her surroundings: yes, she understood.… Read on

  11. Exterlude: Caspian


    September 13, 2015 by Lyn

    Caspian chortled in glee as he took to the air carrying a double-fistful of pretty young things. Wouldn’t that just twist Aelfgar’s tail? He hadn’t expected the old man to have his own private stable of toys, but if any ashanevaei was going to, it made sense for it to be him.… Read on

  12. Exterlude: Caspian and Aelfgar


    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

  13. Exterlude: Caspian


    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

  14. Exterlude: Aelfgar


    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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