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Chapter 16: Cynara

Saturday, October 7, 2000

“What is this, between us?”

Cya had moved in with Dysmas.  He’d stated it like a fact, and she hadn’t wanted to argue with him.

Now, she was staring at her trunks where they sat across the room like she was just visiting, while he pressed up against her, kissing her neck and holding her still. Continue reading

Chapter 12: Cynara

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

Chapter 9: Leofric

Tuesday, September 19, 2000

The clothing, Leofric had to admit, didn’t look bad. It wasn’t very comfortable, though: the long sleeves and cuffs, the shirt collar, the way he kept catching his backpack on the buttons down the front, the stiff new shoes. And the collar, of course. The clothes were just dress clothes, nothing too weird, but the collar was a different story.

He resisted the urge to fidget with it again; Eriko didn’t like fidgeting, so he was trying to avoid building a habit. But the leather sat snug up against his neck, reminding him it was there every time he moved. Every time he breathed.
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Chapter 8: Cynara

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

Chapter 4: Cynara

Monday, September 11, 2000

“Creepy.”  Cynara stared at the barn, at the lift slowly lowering the Jeep, at the warehouse they were coming down into.  “This is not exactly inspiring any confidence in this Adder’s Who—”

“Addergoole.”  Luke Hunting-Hawk was not the most talkative of travel companions, and he clearly didn’t want to be out here hauling her in.   He’d been wearing the same pissed-off since he showed up at the motel room door to collect her.  “It’s the Addergoole School.”

“—Addergoole School place.”  If she went on talking, it might distract her from the mess of this whole situation.  “Look,” she tried, just to say something, “running wasn’t my idea, you know.  I didn’t even know we were running.” Continue reading

Chapter 3: Abednego

Saturday, September 9, 2000

“So what’s Abe short for?”  The girl scooched closer to Abednego, her plastic cup sloshing green frothiness precariously close to the top.  Her eyes were almost the same green as the drink; her hair, spilling over her bare shoulders, Abednego’s clothed shoulders, and the back of the couch, was nut-brown and soft as silk; the scattering of freckles on her pale skin were green, too.

Her presence, and the four frothy drinks Abednego had already drank, the loud music and the friendly fellow students and the tusks and horns, scales and animal ears and bears, oh my, were all going to his head.   He smiled crookedly back at her, wondering how he’d ended up with the hottest girl in…

…never mind, there was no such thing as the hottest girl in Addergoole, they were all, everyone here was, immensely distractingly gorgeous. Continue reading