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#vss365
Sweat slicking her hair to her face and nape, she hadn’t meant to cross into the field. Even now, realizing what she was doing, she couldn’t stop. The corn was only waist high, the green leaves rasping and itching at her as she walked down the row toward the clearing in
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Magic swelled around them in a silent melody, thrumming through her bones with an aching longing. His warm fingers brushed hers and pulled her into his big frame. The connection animated the magic until she could taste it, feel it, electric with potential.
#fridayKiss
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Just before dark as the sunset bled across the sky in reds and oranges, the bell in the burned-out church’s steeple began to slowly toll. The mournful sound lifted the fine hair at the nape of her neck and coaxed a shudder from her despite the warmth of the evening. It
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Streaming in from the shadows among the trees, the flickering wisps were bright meteors as they merged into the growing amalgamation.
It was still Keir. He knew that, but it didn’t stop the racing of his heart or the way his skin crawled. The last vestiges of the big dog
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Leaning on the porch rail, she listened to the lazy drone of a carpenter bee working on making a hole nearby. She savored the cool, overcast morning as much as the mug of coffee in her hands.
From the far end of the yard nearest the tree line, one of the wind chimes
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It really was endless. Stars studded the deep, darkness of space as far as she could see. Wonder lifted through her, as she pressed her palm against the cold surface.
As amazing as it was, she suddenly understood how men went mad in space from staring out into the void.
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Any other man would have hated her, and he damn sure wanted to.
He’d let her slip under his guard and she’d filled him to the brim with hopes and dreams. Possibilities.
Then she’d destroyed him. Left him haunted by those big, blue eyes and a quicksilver smile.
#vss365
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I am an October child, though I have no love for pumpkin spice or the smell of cinnamon.
Instead, give me the woods early in the morning when the bite of frost in the air is sharp enough to make your lungs ache as the sunlight dapples your skin through the leaves.
#vss365
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He came awake in degrees, aware of the feel of fingers playing in his hair and soft, wordless singing. Rose scented soap. All of it grounding him as his body made him aware of every pain and ache.
“Still here?” He asked, grimacing as the words rasped.
“Idiot.”
#vss365
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It occurs to me that I’ve never actually done an introduction- mostly because I’m an awkward, shy critter.
I’ve had a few folks ask about links to a book or website, though, so I probably need to. Hi, I’m R.S. Bass, you can call me R.S. or Reb. I write speculative fiction and I
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“You’re a wicked creature,” he said, and she marveled that he could sound both admiring and disgusted at the same time. “You and your fey moods.”
“I’m asking for space.” She arched her brows at him. “I’m not abandoning you. A little trust.”
“You’re scheming.”
#vss365
#FridayKiss
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The overall shape was lupine, though the inky fur shifted and feathered like animated shadows, and there was suggestions of ferns, feathers, and leaves all in turns in the kaleidoscopic mass. As terrifying as it was, the amber eyes were familiar. Calming her.
#vss365
#FridayKiss
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“What kind of end do you think this story has?” His rough voice was almost indifferent, eyes on the sunrise as the sky bled orange and pink. “A thrilling one? A happily ever after?”
Smiling wryly, she reached for him. “I’d settle for both of us surviving.”
#FridayKiss
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Sometimes the mind just played tricks.
Like now. The loathsome sensation of a cold, damp hand on his ankle that made his breath hitch in his chest.
If he looked down he’d see it reaching from under the bed. A ghost of the mind. A trick.
He didn’t look.
#scifansat
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She wanted to go back.
To when magic was mysterious, but harmless. A child’s dreaming, not reality. Back to when her world had been black and white instead of endless grays. Before princes, curses, and destiny.
The plea caught in her throat as she met his knowing eyes.
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Keeping carefully out of range of that wicked blade, she studied the scarecrow. And felt sorry for it as insane as it was.
“You’re protecting the house from something, aren’t you?” She asked, nerves jangling nauseatingly. It wasn’t too radical a thought. Not when she
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No sooner had she noticed the delicate spirals floating up like ink dispersing in water than they vanished. Just hazed out of existence.
But they’d been there. She’d called them into existence. Even though she had no idea how she’d done it, a little trill of excitement
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Would that I could live in the woods, feral and wild as a Fae. Let any who dare bring me tribute and spirits and in exchange I’d weave them a story so very fine and enchanting that they’d stay in those woods until the hectic world seemed only an uneasy dream.
#thurds
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It wasn’t like the scarecrow was some helpless baby. Definitely didn’t need her help.
Still, she could hear the shrieks and thuds outside the house as it struggled against a much larger foe. What she didn’t know was why.
Why protect the house? And why did that thing
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As gorgeous as the galactic capital was, it was a patently fake beauty. A depressing lie. Shellac and glitz slapped on a cesspool.
She could round any corner and find herself surrounded by the gritty, harsh reality the aristocrats wanted to pretend away.
#vss365
#SciFanSat
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Scowling, she sank onto the grass. If the universe had the proper dramatic mien, there would be menacing ravens perched in the cemetery trees. Maybe thunder. Certainly not blue skies.
One of the pigeons waddled closer, head cocked inquisitively.
“You’re ruining the mood.”
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She swore under her breath as that awful thing disappeared into the shadows. Pushing herself back against a tree, she felt the rough bark digging into her shoulder blades, the discomfort grounding. Nerves humming, she pressed her palms against the tops of her thighs to
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Connection, electric and scintillating, washed through her. Real as the warmth of his calloused fingers or the leather and spice scent of him.
Around them, the rain picked up, icy drops pelting them both.
She didn’t want to move. Didn’t want it to end.
#vss365
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Wet leaves stuck to his sneakers as he walked down the hill to the tree line. The wet, rain-green smell of the world filled his head. Shoes sliding on prickly sweetgum balls, he followed the gliding, shadowy shape leading him.
Even knowing where they were heading, he
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Dragonflies flitted erratically from the metal sculptures studding the yard, their wings jewel bright in the afternoon sun. From the woods, she could hear the rasping cries of cicadas, a familiar song she’d almost forgotten, replaced by the noise and chaos of the city
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Frozen in place, she hesitated. The hand began to tremble, the delicate white flowers dancing in the air. Shaking the petals off as it got worse.
It was self defense that made her snatch the flowers from the scarecrow. “Thanks,” she muttered, retreating back toward the
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Come with me.
Cast off your seeming and don a hobgoblin grin.
Let’s run wild under the fat, manic moon.
I want to feel the frost coated grass blades crunch under my bare feet and the chill burn my lungs.
Consequences are for the day, so tonight come with me.
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A low, irritated noise built up in his chest as he watched her, the sound of her boots loud on the hardwood floor. His limerence; his trapped, little bird. What would she think if she knew the depth of his obsession?
Would she hate him? It would be warranted after
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His gauntlets and greaves had seen better days. Actually, all of his armor looked like it had spent some time moldering and forgotten. Maybe buried. The ragged cloak he’d pulled on over everything wasn’t much better. Tiernan’s armor had been chased silver enameled with
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“There’s a beauty in tragedy,” he said. His eyes gleamed, bright as the blade of the knife he traced runes and shapes in the air with. “In broken things. In letting chaos be your muse.”
“You’re mad.”
A laugh erupted from him, ragged and wild. “Oh, yes.”
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“Why didn’t you stop me?” Her face was still flaming, the sound of her heels loud as she tried to put some distance between herself and that fiasco.
Huck’s glossy black shoes were silent as he kept pace with her. “Most people stop digging,” he said. “But you? You knew
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The weight of their incredulous stares pulled at him, fanning that ember of doubt. And no wonder. They’d been awaiting a golden hero from out of myth. Not some scrawny boy whose only skill was lying. Hilarious.
In theory this was just another ruse.
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#SciFanSat
#2WordPrompt
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“Hey.” His sleep-rough voice rumbled through her, achingly intimate with the warmth of his big body curled around hers.
As soon as they got up, the moment would shatter. And it was going to tear her apart when he left, because he wasn’t hers.
He couldn’t be.
#vss365
#FridayKiss
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Nightmares crept through the house, flitting from shadow to shadow. He heard them in the creak of a stair in the silence of night.
He’d stopped fearing them a long time ago, though. Learning about the daylight, human monsters had taken the fear from the other kind.
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“It’s just a gig.”
She knew that, but she couldn’t shake the chill sinking into her bones that had nothing to do with the bite in the air. A feeling of wrongness that felt like a premonition.
His fingers brushed hers, squeezing. “We’re unstoppable, remember?”
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The shadows untethered themselves at night and crept across the floor.
Sipping her scotch and savoring the burn, she pretended not to see them. It only encouraged them. The house around her gave a low sigh, the stairs creaking.
Move out to the country, they'd said.
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Uncomfortably rough and spongy in places, the carpet under her bare feet made her skin crawl. Ahead in the shadowy hallway, the small shape hesitated.
Reached out a hand. A child, her mind whispered, urging her on.
It wasn’t, though.
The chill inside her dove deeper.
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He was always a strange little boy. They all said so. What child spent hours staring at nothing and was so antisocial they would have almost thought he couldn’t speak?
When he did speak it was to himself.
At least, that’s what they all assumed at first.
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Like a lullaby, the steady thrum of his heartbeat grounded and soothed her. The warmth of his body as he shifted against her back with a sigh sparked a brief flash of panic.
It was too late for regret. Not that she could even muster any to begin with.
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Never in her life had she been afraid of the dark, but this darkness was so absolute it had a suffocating weight and texture. A terrifying wrongness.
The hand on her wrist tugged, leading her forward. Muffled by the living shadows, their pursuers sounded far away.
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The caper was hardly novel, but why change up the tried and true? A little misdirection in the form of a lovely lady.
And yet his nerves were keyed up. It wasn’t like he minded putting himself on the line.
But her? Even if she’d asked to help, it sat wrong.
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#scifansat
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Rift Zone. A slightly hysterical laugh escaped her as she crested the hill and spotted the sign.
The bubble of unreality crouched over the town as a red smear that she could faintly make out distorted buildings through.
Stomach dropping, she kept going.
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#SciFanSat
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Something had to give. When she’d inherited the farm, she’d been enamored with the dream of freedom. A place that was wholly hers and far from her past mistakes. A new start.
Fear was making it a whole new prison, though. It didn’t take much to tip that fear into anger.
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A shudder crawled up her spine at the unexpectedly grassy taste of the tea. Not horrible, but earthy. Reminding her of a summer long ago and the musty smell of hay.
“Not to your liking?”
“What is it?” She ran her tongue over her teeth, setting the cup down. The fat,
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“You’re not seriously giving this lunacy any credence?” Palms thumping against the table, he fought the urge to dig his claws in as he glowered at Sever. The metal mask of Sever’s face incapable of emotion as he returned Jack’s stare. Expressionless or not, he could feel
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There was something familiar about him- a memory just out of reach that flared brightly every so often then faded.
His eyes lifted from the mocha cupped between his palms, tongue running over his teeth. Expression giving nothing away of what he thought about it.
About
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The wind sank icy fingers into her hair to tear at her braid, but it was a mild inconvenience that was lost to the hum of the tires on the highway and the muted tones of the radio on low.
At any rate, the cold wind was a pleasant shock to break up the monotony of an
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Dysania was a hazy wave, crashing over her and pulling her under honey slow. The magic was a bitterness on her tongue, obvious, but unimportant.
It was all wrong and she knew it. She still couldn’t let it go, though. Watching her mother, happy as she drifted around the
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Feeling silly, she made a slow turn for him. She felt herself heat at the feel of his eyes on her, devouring.
Startling at the feel of a warm hand on her arm. “You are good at this,” he said.
Her heart stuttered as she faced him. “At what?”
“Flirtation.”
#fridaykiss
#vss365
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Promises were easy, after all. Just words, willow thin and just as easy to break. She hated the thought as soon as it surfaced from the depths of her mind. Hated the greedy hunger that came with it.
Hated herself even as she wanted that power for herself.
Leaving the
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She hadn’t even realized that she was holding her breath until the scarecrow shifted its grip, long fingers fisting in its hair so that its head hung from one hand. So it could lift the other hand and hold up three fingers.
“Three questions?” She asked. One finger folded
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Standing slowly, her hands trembled as she picked up the box, the little bones jittering against each other with a soft, awful sound.
The scarecrow was standing in the living room, rocking slowly and its fingers flexing. She couldn’t tell what it was watching, the static
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“No,” he said, the dark vehemence in his voice startling her. “Not like that. Magic is perfectly imperfect. It’s living chaos seeking direction.”
Scowling up at him, she bit back a retort. Imperfect just like him. Neither behaved like she wanted. Or expected.
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#SciFanSat
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A large hand, fingers bisected with thick, rough stitches, dropped in front of her face. She blew out a breath, laying her palm in Augie’s and let him tug her to her feet.
As she brushed dirt and leaves off her knees, she studied him. Hunting for the man inside the
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Emboxed in the insulting whisper of her crow memories, she felt oddly calm. Distant. She rolled her wrist, mesmerized by the crackling hum of magic as those shadowy wraiths twined through her fingers. All of their voices had threaded together. They were still many,
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She became more unreal with every conversation, rather than less. It only cemented her lofty place on the pedestal in his mind.
Thinking of brushing up against her soft sweater, of feeling the warmth of her spun him tight with wonderful, illicit thoughts.
#vss365
#FridayKiss
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The salty air had a bite to it, a hint of the storm she could see brewing out on the ocean. Close enough she’d need to keep an eye on it if she wandered too far, but only a distant concern for the moment. The low rumble of thunder was nearly lost over the crash of the
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“I’d make of you a chalice, steal small sips from time to time.” Tiernan’s deep voice filled her head. His fingers lingered, sparking little fissions of heat despite the chill crawling up her spine. Tracing runes on the skin of her arm. “I’d give you everything you
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“Credit where it’s due,” he said, slapping a hand against the plane’s metal hide. “This girl flies like a dream.”
A bad dream, maybe. The thing was plane-shaped if you had a very open mind about what a plane should look like. A duct tape Frankenstein-plane.
#vss365
#SciFanSat
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The scent of dandelions and lemon perfumed the air as he lifted the teapot. It was shaped like a fat frog, it’s skin a grayish green and it’s wide mouth pursed to form a spout. As he held it over her cup, one of the glazed yellow eyes blinked lazily and she stiffened.
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“We need to get a handle on this,” he said, raking a hand through his hair. “Rumors can ruin everything we’ve managed.”
Except it wasn’t a rumor. She watched him with a new wariness, tension winding her tight. “You can’t just murder whoever disagrees with me.”
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#scifansat
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Clutching the cloth bundle to her chest, she peeked down through the rectangular gap. When she’d come up from the basement he’d been waiting and she could too easily picture him lurking in the hallway, smiling that awful, sly smile. Waiting.
He’d take the crow bones if
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Despite all of Keir’s laughing indifference and easy smiles, there was a hard light in his eyes. An angry tension that seemed far too close to boiling over no matter how well he hid it.
She knew the Fae loved their games dearly. But not Keir, apparently.
Heart still
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Hers. Even through the cloth, she could feel them. Hear them even though there were no words. She wanted nothing more than to shove her hand down among those cold, sleek shapes and lose herself to that dark sea of broken memories and instincts. She just wasn’t sure that
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“Was it all a lie?” He asked.
Even now, despite it all, he thought she was beautiful. Her back to him, she was little more than a shadow as she leaned on the railing with the moon silvering her hair and her perfume filling his head.
Wind whispered through the leaves,
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“We need to cleave together.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“You think I’m a monster.”
“But?”
He laughed, making her spine stiffen. “Oh, I am a monster and you’ll be glad of that soon enough.”
It was all wrong. Nothing like the fairytale verses she’d loved as a child.
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Was it his imagination or were there darker shadows gliding around in the moonless night? A loud bang broke the silence and startled his companion, her knuckles going white as she clung to the rifle.
There was very real fear in her eyes. Determination, too.
#FridayKiss
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To the north, hate and anger. To the south, fear so visceral it made him physically sick. His emotional compass left spinning from one extreme to the next.
Balancing on a knife’s edge of sanity and so lost that reality felt like it was unraveling at times.
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#fridayKiss
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Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to not be one of those people that, when given a shovel, would just merrily dig a deeper hole for themselves. Even though they knew better. Knew she wouldn’t be able to pull herself back out even as she kept digging.
Curiosity
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Vermillion and plum clouds crouched on the horizon, a distant threat that still lifted goosebumps along her bare arms. She kept walking anyway, steps faltering only a little as waves raced up the beach to crash over her ankles.
Occasionally thunder rumbled, the sound
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She looked younger asleep. Her skin almost translucent in the moonlight as she snuggled against the side of the monstrous dog that wasn’t truly a dog.
The night was growing chilly, but they didn’t dare try to light a fire. Not that he had any clue how to anyway.
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“Let me be your talisman. Your protection.”
Surprising and unexpected, his words jolted through her. His face was turned away, golden eyes distant. Was it only a peace offering? Maybe he was as exhausted of fighting her as she was.
It was welcome even if it
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One more sleepless night of fear. Exhaustion and stress threaded through her, fraying her edges. Even with the dust motes spinning lazily in the shafts of sun slicing through the blind slats, she didn’t want to get out of bed.
She’d never been superstitious. The
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The hard part had been getting just drunk enough to not be scared witless by the dark woods. Shivering despite the heat, he breathed in the bright scent of pine needles crushing under his boots. Everything felt electric with anticipation in the stillness of the night.
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Her brows arched in challenge. Waiting for some snarky comment. For him to say something. Anything.
Under the stars and limned in the soft glow of the full moon, her black dress made her a piece of the night itself. The sequins glittered as she moved, forming strange
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He hesitated. The shadowy cave looked just a bit too much like an eager, yawning maw. It was nonsense and he knew it.
But still.
Standing there sodden and miserable, he couldn’t shake the vague sense of dread.
He’d find an alternate route. Any other route.
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#SciFanSat
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The chanting sank into her bones to hum there sweetly and reverberate through her. Even if the words were nonsense to her, there was a primal meaning. Brief flashes of emotions and tatters of memories that weren’t her own.
A memory of power and betrayal.
Of hate that
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She wondered what it said about her that she didn’t even feel guilty about dragging him into the flaming shipwreck that was her life. It wasn’t really fair to him. He wasn’t her rock to cling to so she wouldn’t drown in her own mistakes.
Those dark eyes turned her way,
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Her mind was rambling, conjuring monsters where there were none. That was it. It was only an old basement.
Not that she was even close to convincing herself. She thought of the crow monster, that oily, fluid flesh slipping through the shadows. It couldn’t get into the
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“I’m not the one hundreds of years old.” She flicked the fingers of her empty hand at him, working to appear relaxed. Unworried. “Gramps.”
Knowing Augie was nearby helped, but she wasn’t sure if he even could help her. There were still hours to go before the shadows
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Heading tiredly down the stairs the next morning, she halfway expected to find the scarecrow sprawled in Ben’s ratty old recliner, its long legs stretched out. Maybe a beer in its hand as it watched the grainy static on the screen.
A tension she hadn’t even realized that
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“Ben? I told you to stay out of the woods.” Her face flushed as her fingers grazed his cheek ghosting over the cut there.
Despite it all, his tension began to drain away. Somehow if she was there, everything would be okay. It always was.
“I know, but I can’t find my
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As she picked her way through tangles of honeysuckle and ducked under elaborate spider webs glittering in the sun, she wondered if she was still on the farm’s property. The markers listed on the deed had been vague and nonsensical to her. There’s been something about a
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There was always the niggling fact that this wasn’t a game she could win. That he was the architect and any clue she found was one he’d left intentionally. Engineering scenes to mess with her.
Maybe the pages in her back pocket were important and would lead her to the
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Drawing in a deep breath that tasted of apple and cedar, the crisp breeze caressed her skin to raise a flush of goosebumps. In this place, the season was a never ending autumn.
Barefoot, she moved across the golden grass and tipped her head up to the pale, swollen moon.
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“Are you so besotted with this boy?”
Besotted? A sound halfway between a laugh and a snort escaped her. Sure, she liked Erik and even if she hadn’t, no one deserved to be a living meat puppet for Elias. Aware and trapped as Elias killed.
“It’s not like that,” she said.
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Slowly, the circle of dead, brown grass spread. As it reached the trees, leaves rained down with a soft hush. The colors of the world draining away.
Fear kept her frozen in place. She could feel it in the air and thrumming through her very bones. It was a venomous hate
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Legs still trembling, he slumped on the floral couch. His heart was trying to hammer its way free of his chest and he couldn’t get enough air. Couldn’t stop shaking.
“What was that?” He asked. The words were more wheeze than anything else, but Emily’s thin
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Nails picking at the edge of the menu, she offered him a smile. “Okay. I’ll answer one of your questions for every one of mine you answer. Fair.”
His scowl deepened, dark eyes narrowing. Even making that face, he was handsome. And as annoyed as he looked
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A calculating, draconian gleam was in his dark eyes when he looked at her, one corner of his mouth quirking. “Ruthless?”
He almost looked eager. A little answering tremor of excitement chimed through her as she returned his wry smile. “Teach me.”
That thin hand raked
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Probably something to be concerned about. Shadows weren’t meant to move like that. Like a living thing, curiously stretching and darting toward a cluster of hollyhocks, their purple striped blooms wilted in the heat. It stayed tethered to her and it almost seemed like she
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It crashed over him in waves. A feeling of loss and grief twined together with longing. Hiraeth was the closest word he could find to pin it down, even if it wasn’t a place he was mourning.
Then again, his home had been with her- her smile and soft voice.
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There was something about the woods. The heady mix of foreboding and excitement at the deep shadows pooling among the trees and the green smell of moss and wet leaves.
It was almost a longing. An ache to just start walking even as the spreading darkness was a growing
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“Just a tiny kerfuffle. We put the fire out,” Wren said, tucking her staff under an arm so she could adjust her pack. Behind them, the sky still glowed pink and orange. “That’s all that matters.”
“We put the fire out.” Jack repeated, unable to keep the growl out of his
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