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The Dragon Reforged, Part 9
“They did too!” “They didn’t.” “Did!” “Satters, they didn’t.” “My name’s Noam, you cunt!” “But before, you said you didn’t want to be called Noam, you said your name was Satters.” “Padaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!” Fain rode forward with a fatherly clucking of … Continue reading
The Fake Hunt, Part 18
Forsaken_1 trudged through the gardens of the White Tower, pausing to kick at any particularly happy-looking bushes or vindictively-colourful flowers. He was a tortured and tormented hero, and no mistake. Debs and Janica were gone, with that awful Logain guy, … Continue reading
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The Lie of the World, Part 17
The reunion on the hillside outside of Fal Dara was a brief and violent one. “Remind me again about the non-interference law we decided on?” “Ach, shut up. It wasnae my fault.” “You stilled her!” “Killed?” Frendli, massaging some life … Continue reading
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Torquis in Machina, Part 20
“You’re not going to call the guards?” “No. I assume you’re going to want to leave here, though, and you’re not likely to manage that without meeting a few of them.” “I don’t suppose you’d care to tell me your … Continue reading
Torquis in Machina, Part 12
The fortress palace of Garçon de Chapeau seemed, on first glance, to be another classic example of Xix architecture. It was big, dark, brooding and had a lot of spikes and little yellow-glowing windows. It also seemed to lack a … Continue reading
Torquis in Machina, Part 7
“Hold still,” I said, and Laid Hands on Yoru quickly. He rolled his shoulders, tested his jaw gingerly with his fingers, and grunted his thanks. “Creepy-” “Don’t touch me.” “Fine,” I walked across to the cell door, which was ancient … Continue reading
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