Monday, October 2, 2000
Leofric ducked to the side barely in time as Alexander swung at him, almost tripping over his own feet. Cy’ree practice was usually one of his favorite events — after his usual kendo lesson, also with Luke — but today, he just couldn’t focus. There was too much going on, too much to worry about, and first and foremost of those things: something was wrong with Zita. Not just how he could tell she was having to work around orders more and more, but the way she smiled sometimes, all sharp and aggressive, or the time she’d had to be excused because her teeth started falling out (it was part of her Change, the doctor said).
Wednesday, September 27, 2000
“You should watch out for him, you know.”
Alexander had brought his friends today, a tall blonde boy with tusks, a shorter, darker boy with sandy hair and bright green eyes, and the skinny kid with the white scales and green hair. They weren’t surrounding Cynara, as if they knew it was a bad idea to trap someone you were trying to help. But she still felt a little cornered. And, for the first time, she felt like she was back in some normal school, with normal teenaged politics. Continue reading
Monday, September 18, 2000
Cynara had been the new student at more schools than she could count, in at least eight states, two provinces, and a territory. None of them had ever been like this.
Of course, none of them had been full of fae. That was mark one. The horns, the tails, the cute snake-boy with the green hair and the chalk-white skin, the cuter-still dark-haired one with fire in his eyes and tattoos slinking across his bare chest. The casual discussion in class of fae, of Daeva – Jaya and Professor VanderLinden, of course – and Mara and Grigori – Luke and Director Avonmorea – and all of this other stuff that her father had only talked about on rare occasion when drunk. Continue reading