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Hermit in the Cave

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  1. Thank you for reading, I'm glad you enjoyed it. If you ever think you might've figured something out, feel free to let me know.
  2. It would not have been a very dramatic moment. Drogan picked something he thought sounded good, and Canaan went along with it. Thanks for the review. This one was fun to write.
  3. I had a lot of fun writing this part, if you couldn't tell.
  4. “Is that actual fucking metal?” It was, he could see it already, sunlight glinting off the blade's edge, a blatant tempt. “It is indeed. I even sharpened it for you,” fingers ran along its side, pushing deep against Drogan's death pale skin without breaking; he held the weapon forward, “Go on. Take it.” Canaan did so, tentatively wrapping his hand around the hilt, still expecting it to be snatched away. He had never, in recent or distant memory, been allowed a weapon that wasn't a wooden imita
  5. Thank you!
  6. III There was a knock on his door. He raised his eyes from the book in his lap, symbols and sounds and definite meanings, his cheek pressed against the cooler window pane. At first he wasn't certain what that sound was, then thought it must be an accident. Until it happened again. He sat up straight, feeling the first stirrings of alarm. Learned instinct still said to get up, answer it, its polite and expected. But who would it be? Only London came to see him, London didn't knock because he l
  7. Kind of, in a very limited way. Not like Canaan or Trick do, it comes out more often as feelings or ideas, being drawn to or repulsed by something, nothing that ever strikes his conscious mind as being particularly meaningful. Or in this case, where one trauma mirrored another closely enough to cause wires to be permanently crossed. Thanks for the review.
  8. An interesting question. If you ever have an idea, shoot me a message. I like hearing people's theories.
  9. I This time, when the aether phone light turned red, he was sitting at the table in front of it, waiting. "Hey, Shadow." His finger pressed the talk button with little hesitation now; this part of the conversation he had down, "Hello." A laugh, "Well, just to get it out of the way, situation normal. Like usual." He didn't write it down, he would remember it. That had been something he'd wondered about, an idle curiosity; he told himself he was going to ask, this time he would do it. Now was
  10. Drogan's been an interesting character to write. Thanks for the review.
  11. The boy was short and chubby, a mess of barely coordinated limbs racing across the room to where his human caretakers had set out the mid meal. Kneeling down on the floor, the tips of bare toes just peeking out at the ends of his too long pants, he scooped up fistfuls of food in his fat little hands, tucking it away in his wide open mouth, ignoring the woman who hit him in the arm with a spoon she then tried to hand to him. Drogan watched unseen from a safe distance. Well, it was an improvement
  12. Thank you. (and now things get weird)
  13. Thank you.
  14. How was it put to me once? I scatter little clues all over the place, like a treasure hunt, and sit back to see what gets spotted. When I began this, I made a list in my head of revelations to come, what I thought I could keep quiet until I was at least almost ready to reveal, what I thought a particularly observant person would pick up on, and what I thought were throw aways I never pretended I could conceal. But I like hearing it in reviews, I like testing my theories, and seeing just what people notice and when (or, and this can be gotten from comments as well, what they did *not* notice). I've been very surprised, a few times. I'll be interested to see what you think of the next part.
  15. Thanks. I worry a lot, now, about those earlier chapters being excessively wordy (one of my major weaknesses). It is good to hear sometimes that its not as bad as you think it is. I'm glad you like it so far, that you feel hooked enough to follow where it goes. I fully admit, some aspects like the mystery element can be trying if its not your thing or if you're not expecting it (and then there's the Wolf...). For several reasons, this review kind of made my day. Thank you for it.
  16. IV "Wow, there are some huge fish under the ice here. That last one almost pulled me in." He kept his eyes closed, listening to her words, letting his imagination fill in the rest. ("And this works? Just cut a hole through and open for business?") ("...yes.") ("When – if, if I fall in, you going to rescue me?") ("...yes.") He could see it so clearly sometimes; feel the ice under his fingertips, the cool breeze on his face, a welcome reprieve from this stale, lifeless prison. (one day, ma
  17. Hey, glad you're still on board. Eh, I suppose it has to start making sense at some point. Or more sense. As long as it never gets too obvious, then I'll be worried. Thanks for the review.
  18. III "This is ill advised." "Yes. You have made your thoughts plain. I have heard, though I do not heed." "Canaan wouldn't forgive me if I didn't try." Irritating the way that name was thrown in his face, like a talisman to make him obey; Canaan might make the better leader, but Trick was never treated as an underling, "Canaan need not find out." "And if the Firebug reported you to his master?" "Then it would be best to know." But he hadn't, Trick was certain of it. And that was part of why
  19. Concise and to the point, wow! That is some welcome praise. One of my worst flaws is being too wordy (as evidenced by the entire beginning of the first book - which I will fix one day), so I'm very happy to hear my efforts to reign that in have been successful. Thanks for the review, for giving it a chance when its outside the usual interest. Glad you liked it thus far.
  20. I Three years of laying low meant free time spent on luxuries that would normally be avoided, like Locrann learning how to drive, both aether block and motor vehicle. Sitting alone in the backseat being ferried through Outworld was both strange and comforting to Trick; it was quiet, free of input, allowing him to concentrate only on the task ahead. As well as to be troubled that it was a thing that needed planning, not joyously slipped back into. If all went well, then one day, maybe... Small
  21. Someone told me once I should release a special chapter that puts all the others in chronological order. I still might do that one day. Thanks, glad you liked it.
  22. The ground was rough beneath her tender bare feet; it was what told Arna this was real, that she wasn't still asleep in her bed. Her father's hand was clamped iron tight around her wrist, pulling her along behind him, while Addar watched from over his shoulder, wide eyed and frightened. Through the trees, a bright orange light was growing, piercing the darkness. And the screams, the screaming... Down the narrow path they went, toward where the temple was situated at the village edge. “Dad-”
  23. Every story has an origin. The two lovers, the two weapons: plucked out of their common lives by an unseen hand, broken and remade, set upon the stage, and for what purpose?
  24. Thanks for the review, glad you liked it.
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