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Chapter 70: Arnbjörg

Sunday, May 20, 2001

“So are we gonna do it?”  Arnbjörg was shifting her weight from the balls of her feet to her heels and back again.  “I mean.  I know Leo went a little…” She considered the room and forced a little bit of tact to come out of her mouth. “Well, he was having some trouble with blackouts when he was here?”

Zita looked at her pointedly. “I don’t know. Are you going to do it?” Her tone was too pleasant to be real.

Arnbjörg looked straight back at Zita. “Should we?”

“Eight months ago, sure. Now?” Zita shrugged.

Arnbjörg considered that answer, looked at Zita again, and decided it was a yes.  Continue reading

Chapter 67: Abednego

Saturday, May 12, 2001

Every time Abednego thought things had settled in to something like normalcy, they shifted again.  He thought he’d stopped getting comfortable with things, just to find that he was dumped on his tail all over again.

Rafe couldn’t settle on what he wanted.  He would pet Abednego for a few minutes, then shift away guiltily, give him an order and then tell him it wasn’t an order.   

Saturdays and Sundays were the worst, and this time Rafe had gone through the cycle five times in less than an hour.  When Abednego found himself wishing for his corner and rules that, if horrible, at least made sense, he sat up straight, shaking off another cycle of petting. Continue reading

Chapter 66: Arnbjörg

Saturday, May 12, 2001

Arnbjörg curled up against Jaya on the couch, her girlfriend-and-Keeper’s head on her shoulder.  They were watching a movie – Dangerous Beauty – something about a high-class prostitute in Venice.  The rest of the crew was with them, paying varying degrees of attention to the movie.

“Ever think about that as a living?” Sheba mused quietly.  “I mean, the right Words and the right skills and you wouldn’t really have to work hard.  Some healing Words and it wouldn’t be so dangerous.  What?  Ivette talks about it sometimes.  Lady Mau did it.  We’re fae, different morals apply.” Continue reading

Chapter 18: Arnbjörg

Sunday, October 15, 2000

Melchior had been visiting for hours.

At first, Arnbjörg had been happy to see him.  Melchior being around made Jaya happy, and it made severyone else relax.  He’d even dropped his Mask for her once, which made her understand both why he Masked all the time and why everyone treated him like a mascot.

But Magnolia had broken out something she called “prime hootch” that smelled like a perfume factory truck had run into a vodka truck, and everyone had started drinking.  And the more Melchior had started drinking, the more he draped himself on Jaya, who just petted him like it was cute. Continue reading

Chapter 10: Arnbjorg

Friday, September 22, 2000

“This sucks.”  Arnbjörg slumped into the couch.  “This whole school and all of its sucky rules and it sucky magic, the whole place sucks.”

She glanced guiltily at Jaya.  For some reason, complaining made her feel bad now, at least complaining where Jaya could hear her.  Since Jaya was looking half-sympathetic and half-distracted, she kept going. “Being Kept sucks.”
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