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  • “It was at that moment, as if answering a call to destiny, that a woman’s voice interrupted. It was like a whip, snapping leather with a bite at the end. ‘Master Donovan! Where have you disappeared to? We haven’t got all day!’ She continued, in a bit of a whisper, though she didn’t lower it…

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  • “‘I…I’m sorry!’ The pain of a thousand heated needles still pricked his arm, cradled defensively against his chest. The moment his skin had touched that bauble, the effect of excruciating, and it lingered in a way that made him want to whimper, curl up into a protective ball until it subsided. His arm felt stiff,…

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  • ”       ‘You know, Locke,’ he said amicably, once he walked beside his friend again, ‘I really don’t see why you’re in such a hurry to return to Kyano. Here, there is an endless feast of exotic treasures. There’s excitement and beautiful women around every turn.’        ‘Yes,’ Locke murmured, ‘remind yourself of these pleasure the…

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  • “Then something moved, causing the laughter to halt and seize his throat tightly. He stiffened, reaching for the dagger on his belt, and he slowly turned. There was a figure with him in the alley, tall and slim, and Locke was prepared to shove the dagger into its gut when a voice rang out. ‘Locke,…

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  • “‘Check the gardens,’ she said, leaning over to retrieve the coins, with an arch of her back that could only be intentional. ‘If I’m not there, maybe you could save me from the kitchens.’ Fascinated by how her small breasts hung when she bent forward, Gilferen was already imagining how they’d fit in his cupped…

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  • “All this talk of oblivion, of wanting nothing and becoming nothing, seems rather contradictory from a Buddhist sense. The Buddha did all this and be became so much a nobody that he became famous, the biggest nobody of them all. And he will never disappear because fame has made him immortal. But I do admire…

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  • “Dropping down into the cool shadows between the wall of the third tier and a building on the second, Locke could finally breathe. He even let himself smile, which slowly worked its way into a chuckle, and the next thing he knew, the adrenaline of the escape had rendered him laughing like a lunatic. He…

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  • “Locke swept into a bow, made an elaborate show out of backing up into another confused and affronted stranger, and turned on his heel to scamper away.” Sunday morning is upon us again, the sun streaking through my kitchen window in a way that makes me second guess what I have my laptop set up…

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  • “When the woman looked up at Locke’s apology, her eyes seemed to stare straight into him, and she blinked owlishly. They seemed so large, those yes, and lost until a frown folded her brow in. ‘I’m fine,’ she said. ‘Do I know you?’” It’s hard to believe, yet again, that Wednesday is already here. I…

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  • “Those arms were thick as trunks, corded with veins and muscles, and Locke could only assume he was the woman’s body guard. That complicated matters if he got caught, so Locke would just have to make sure he did not get caught.” It’s a beautiful, bright (and hopefully warmer) Sunday, which means it’s time for…

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