Hasimir Fenrig
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Thanks for your kind words! I actually had some rough ideas for a continuation, but I'm juggling some other projects right now. Maybe someday...
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I'm glad you liked the story It was interesting for me to follow your impressions while reading by the reviews you posted. Thank you!
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Thanks for your review.I wanted to write something without an HEA. That piece was written for an anthology and since the number of words were limited, it was a chance for creating a more abrupt ending.
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Thank you very much.I'm into romance and sweetness, so I'm glad it worked for you too.
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Thank you very much for your feedback. The day I wrote this I was a little down and it figures.You're right: it'd be hard to live with so much guilt.
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Thank you for your feedback. I'm glad you liked the story.
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Thank you very much!It's a cliche, but for Elias the "journey was more important than the destination." This is some form of comfort for a HEA junky like me.
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Thanks for your kind words.This "not everything works out" feeling was intended. I wished I was as calm and accepting fate as Elias...
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Thanks for your praise!Actually, I thought about possible continuations. Especially, how Dillon lives on, but also how the Knightingtons cope with the events. Maybe Dillon's special status may even play a role in the feline-canine conflict. But I've got to works-in-progress which need attention first.
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Normally, I'm a HEA addict. The worst of all... I wanted to explore something different, and it was interesting to write indeed.
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I walked into the assembly room and tousled Jamie’s hair as I passed him. He didn’t know that he had saved his brother’s humanity this night. Grabbing a knife from the buffet, I walked over to Dillon. In silence, I cut open the ropes around his hands. He tore off the silver chain around his neck. We looked at each other. There was that one thing I had to do as pack master. “Dillon Goddard. In the name of the Creek Forest pack, I apologize for what you have gone through. What has been done t
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I had lost the ability to feel. Or there were so many emotions in me that they blended into mental white noise. The result was the same. The brain is a strange organ, for it cannot stand emptiness. When there was nothing to feel, it filled that void with action. I grabbed the silver chain around my arm and ripped it off. With a high, bell-like sound, it dropped to the ground. I dashed forward through the door and into the assembly room. “Jeremiah Knightington, I challenge you!” I spoke with vi
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Avoiding the bloody trail, I walked over to the door, opened it, and entered the store room. It was dimly lit by an emergency led light and filled with cardboard boxes labeled ‘summer party deco’ or ‘plastic dishes.’ A small window showed the starry sky. And there he sat, bound to the wooden beam in the center of the room with ropes as thick as my fingers. Around his neck, they had slung the silver chain that would have been his initiation gift, so he couldn’t shift out of the shackles. He was s
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At the end of the clearing, I stopped. Running into the forest didn’t seem to be a good idea, especially with a frightened kid on my arms. Moreover, I wanted to stay close to Dillon. I didn’t know what I could do to help him, but I had to do at least something. I sank down on my knees. My breath came in heavy gasps, though I hadn’t sprinted for long. Was there something like emotional exhaustion? Jamie was still sobbing, and his tears soaked my shirt. “Hush, shorty, hush. Everything’s alright.”
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There were only a dozen of people here, but it felt as if had to shake hundreds of hands. Dillon gave me a hip hop hug, that grabbing your hand and shoulder bumping thing, and called me ‘dude.’ No one had ever done this before, but being ‘encouraged’ to stay at home reduced the number of people who could do so drastically. Nonetheless, being close to Dillon, leaning against his body, smelling him again, made up for the rest of the handshakes. Some of the pack members showed me the pics they had
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Standing in the middle of the room, naked, a circle of strangers around me, all of this was even weirder than I had imagined. Cupping one’s private parts just wasn’t an overused movie cliche: I was doing so and nothing would make me take my hands away. I couldn’t even tell myself that the people weren’t staring at me because that was why they were here, whispering things to each other I was glad I couldn’t understand. Imagining them without clothes, another cliched movie thing, didn’t work eithe
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We arrived at the clearing with the cabin in the middle. Lights were shining through the curtains. I had been here before, for the summer parties or when I had helped with the new painting, but this night the place was scary. Though it was painted red, the cabin cut a hole of pure blackness into the forest. The lighted windows were peepholes into some otherworld where shadowy figures danced around to an unheard melody. This was a place where horror flicks could take place. Would take place. I st
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We walked down the beaten path in Creek Forest that lead to the pack’s cabin. It was early evening, and though it was late September, the air was mild. I loved that time of the year that lingered somewhere between summer and fall, its warm days and cold nights. The dawn, having a hard time to find its way through the many trees, dip-painted everything into crimson shades. It didn’t take much effort to imagine this to be an enchanted fairy forest. Where else would a family of shifters fit in? I d
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Pain is the key to transformation. At least, to the first transformation of a shifter like me. The Fever had ended two weeks ago, and this night I was to go through the Agony. From the morning on, my stomach had been tied up in knots. I wasn’t sure whether I’d throw up the Catalyst, loads of herbs thrown together for the sole purpose of causing intense pain. This would be a disgrace to my family — if my might existence already wasn’t. The idea of running away had occurred to me more than once, b
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Elias is the son of the packmaster, and this night, he is to be initiated together with Dillon, a friend of former days. As if he isn't burdened enough with all the expectations placed on him, the reunion doesn't work out as expected. An unforeseen event during Dillon's initiation demands decisions of Elias for which he isn't prepared yet.
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Honest answer:I don't know I'm determined to finish this story. But at the moment, I'm in a prolonged phase of "writing procrastination". I hope to get over it in the not so far future.
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Thanks a lot for your kind feedback. I didn't write much lately, but I'm determined to do so again soon. Thanks again for the encouragement.
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Thank you very much!Yes, I'm trying to write regularly on it again. At the moment, I have to prepare slides for a lecture almost every evening. But I try to steal away an hour at least. At that rate, one chapter per week should be manageable.
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Thank you!Guilt in all its forms will definitely play a role in following chapters, but I don't want to spoil anything.
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Thanks!There will be more information about Elyran's powers and his guilt... :-)
