teen fantasy anthology

  • RoW80: Final Check-In!

    “Whenever he smiled like that, which was often, Locke imagined that each scar was the mark of a different man who hated Jaxson, and he imagined how he would one day leave a mark of his own.” It’s a little difficult to believe that we’re already on the last day of this year’s first Round…

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  • “She stopped, halted in her tirade as she noticed that Master Donovan was not just pottering around on his own. She did not bother to hide the fact that she was getting a good look at the two young men accompanying him, and Gilferen was glad for that, because it meant he didn’t have to…

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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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  • Write Anyway.

    One of the most commonly spouted words of wisdom given to writers, especially in the face of the crippling and dreaded Writer’s Block, is to keep writing anyway. Even if the words are downright terrible and awful, it’s better to have some words flowing out of you than nothing at all. And I’m a big…

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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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