Friday, April 13, 2001
Arnbjörg had just finished running laps of the gym, after a session with the heavy bag and enough weights that her shoulders and back had that happy ache to them. For once, she was enjoying walking through the halls unbothered.
“No! No, I’m not going to… let go of me!” A flash of lightning ripped through the hallway; the lights flickered and burnt out, leaving only the dim “Hell Night” red emergency lights.
Arnbjörg reached for a weapon she didn’t have anymore.
“I think you should leave him alone.” The lights flickered but did not turn back on, as a second voice chimed in, similar to the first one and both familiar…
They were her half-brothers, Arnbjörg realized. Ragnvaldr and Leofric.
“She might seem nice now, but she’s not stable, and it’s not a healthy situation.” The new, third speaker released his quarry, however, and stepped back until he was silhouetted against one of the red lights. “Rory, I’m just saying…” Continue reading
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
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
Friday, September 8, 2000
Arnbjörg had been at Addergoole for a week, and absolutely nothing she’d seen in that time had made her hate the place any less.
She slouched across the dining hall, ignoring Aelgifu waving at her. The girl — “Fifth Cohort,” that meant she was only a year older than Arnbjörg — and her girlfriend were insufferably nice and insufferably cheerful about everything. It was enough to make a body want to puke. Continue reading