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The sun was just starting to rise, throwing splashes of pink and vibrant orange across the sky, when Skold came home to find the seer waiting for him. She sat on his sofa, looking out the window. Skold stopped. “Invading someone’s private property is a crime, you know?” Annabelle stood, turned, and smiled at him. “I have never been good at following civil laws. You wanted to speak with me and so here I am. Sit, let’s talk.” Skold bit back the snide comment that danced on his to
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For two days Skold did not bother to check in on the progress that Gihanni was making; he wanted nothing to do with the human scientist or his human test subject. For the next two nights the group split into two teams, patrolling the city for any signs of the necromancer. Candestine and Rebecca would go in one direction and Skold and Dominyc went in another. It was on the second night at three o’clock in the morning that Reynolds called Skold’s cell. “I have something that you’re going to w
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Gihanni looked up from the microscope, eyes wide. Skold tensed up frowning, ready for bad news. “What is it? Something bad?” “No. Just fascinating. The plague...Come look.” Skold hesitated. “I know nothing of science. I wouldn’t understand what I’m looking at.” “Look anyway. It does not take a genius to see what is happening.” Skold approached the microscope cautiously and peeked through the view finder. At first it made him dizzy to see all of the little red rou
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“So let me get this straight,” Rebecca said. “You and this Bane used to know each other a long time ago?” Skold and Rebecca crossed the street, heading towards the Roc City Police Department. “Yes,” Skold said patiently. “And you guys used to have some sort of fling?” Skold raised an eyebrow, holding the door open for her. “Is that what you humans call it? A fling?” She blinked. “Maybe that’s the wrong term. Okay what about Faust? Does that hit a little closer to ho
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Skold and Dom stepped out of the woods side by side towards the glowing lights that shined through the many windows of Samhein’s mansion. Figures floated in and out of the house, working to carry the corpses of dead casualties into the driveway. They laid them neatly side by side, wrapping them in white sheets. Samhein’s ball, the celebration of Paladin’s efforts, had turned into a massacre. And rightly so in Skold’s opinion. Already Skold’s wound had healed without a single blemish to sho
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Sliding immediately into battle mode, Skold lashed out with a high flying kick. His mind knew what to do without his brain having to tell it to. His foot connected with the side of the revenant’s head, cracking through its fragile skull. He could sense that other revenants had burst through the other windows and the wards were doing nothing to stop them. He flipped out of the way narrowly dodging a stream of the black vomit barfed up by another creature. Before he landed on his feet, he
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Skold climbed out of the Mustang and walked around to the other side. He was dressed in a finely pressed tuxedo, the head of a rose tucked neatly into his chest pocket; he’d brushed his hair and tied it back into a pony tail instead of leaving it in its usual state of unkempt. A long, slender arm reached out of the car, white, pristine fingers interlacing through his. “Damn these shoes,” Candestine said as her brother helped her out of the car. She wore a sparkling white dress that hugged
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All Skold wanted to do was go home and shut himself away from the world. He walked with his head shield his face like a protective shield, his hands clenched into fists. He crossed the streets without looking both ways. The horn of a semi truck honked at him angrily but Skold paid it no never mind. He fished his car keys out of his pocket and was about to let himself into his Mustang when a black limousine glided up behind him and came to a stop. Skold did not turn but kept his face hidden
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Reynolds held the little glass vial up into the sunlight and examined the small black crystalline shard with a deep frown. It did not look like the plague that had ravaged the world and almost eradicated the human race. He swivelled around in his chair and tossed the vial in Skold’s direction. “Careful, you fool!” Skold hissed, catching it in his hand. “Do you want to cause the end of the world?” “Sorry it just doesn’t look very...threatening.” “But it is threatening. And ju
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"How is it that you're not dead?" Rebecca said. "I saw Skold run you through with his sword." "By all rights I should be dead," said Candestine. She wiped the black gore off of her blade and slid it back into her belt. "If he hadn't missed just a fraction of an inch then I would be. I suppose he did not have the heart to kill me." "You know her?" Melanie asked. "What's going on? What the hell was that thing?" "The abomination before you was once a man, girl," said Candestine, nudg
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"I could get used to this view," Dom said. He turned away from the view of the city and looked at Skold. "You couldn't have picked a more perfect spot." "It is beautiful," Skold agreed. He was sitting on the sofa. Both of the elves were completely naked. "I love to stand before it and watch the city below. Everything, the cars, the people, everything looks so small. Like tiny little insects. And you can see them moving like ants." "You are different," said Dom, cocking his head to the
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He stood on top of the mountain looking out at the landscape of snow and death. He wanted to scream in frustration, scream so loud that his voice stretched over the frozen wasteland. I've been here too many times, he thought. He looked over at his sword, the sword that he had used to kill Paladin and so many others. There the single drop of blood was, forming at the tip of the blade, about to fall. "Skold..." The voice came from behind, riding the wind, a ghostly whisper. This was new.
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Candestine inhaled sharply, breathing in the smell of rot and degradation. She thought, I am in the dungeons of the underworld awaiting the eternal tortures of the Ferry Man as punishment for my sins. She was lying flat on her back, staring into darkness. But it wasn't completely dark. Somewhere a fire was burning, casting dancing shadows on the ceilings and walls. Her hands were pressed on the ground. She waved it in front of her face experimentally, making sure that she was still made of f
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Skold watched as thunder flashed across the sky; sleet flattened itself against the window. He had no clothes on. It had been two nights since he had killed his sister. Rebecca had called his cell phone several time since then and Rebecca had not answered or bothered to return his calls. He could not explain his behavior or why he had spent the last two days pacing around his apartment, restless. He wanted to go out, he wanted to kill something and yet he did not leave his apartment. There
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Though it had been two days since the incident at Roc City's closed down asylum, Rebecca's body was still covered in bruises; when added with the fact that she was still in a severe amount of danger she knew that she had no business hanging out at the bar, drinking. At the moment she didn't give a shit. Twice she had tried to contact Skold and both times he had not answered. She took that as a sign that he did not want to speak or have anything to do with her. That was fine. After what he had b
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In that strange flash of purple light Rebecca and the seer appeared like magician performing a stage trick-only Rebecca knew that it was knew it was no stage trick; it was real. She was overwhelmingly dizzy. Her legs almost crumpled beneath her. I think I'm going to faint, she thought. Her stomach cramped painfully. I might barf too. Oh God, please don't let me barf in front of the seer. I will die from embarrassment. But somehow she managed to stay standing. It took a moment or two for the wave
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Rebecca could not believe she was home. Even though she had been away from the apartment for less than a day it seemed much longer. Until now she had never thought of her tiny rinky dink apartment has a home. To her it had always just been a hotel to stay in and an overpriced one at that. She could not stand to sit around in it for too long. Sitting around had always bored her, depressed her. She had to be on the move, she had to have something to do. That fact proved no less true now. Aft
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The word "friend" was not in Skold's vocabulary; in the past he had never wanted one and in the future he didn't see himself wanting one. Unless it was in the manner of sexual endeavors, Skold'a attitude towards people, both fae and human alike, could only be described as antisocial-and that it putting the term lightly. In his twelve centuries making friends had never been a thing that he'd gotten around to or shown an interest in. The word was so far removed from his world that it might as wel
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"Do you know what Cerbyendeuyng means?" Dom asked. He was sitting on the floor across from Rebecca. His bulky shoulders hovered several inches above the rickety wooden coffee table. Rebecca took a few seconds to blow at her hot cocoa and took a sip. She relished the warmth of the hot chocolate. To her satisfaction Dominyc had made the hot cocoa with milk. She remembered how during the holidays her mother would make hot chocolate and spike it with tequila. Rebecca would watch her mother drink h
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They marched down the stairway two at a time, Dom in the lead, Rebecca in the middle, and Skold taking the lead. The adrenaline was still pumping through Rebecca's body, her mind bouncing off of the walls of her skull. All she wanted now was to be out of Sinclaire's hotel. At the moment she was too worried about getting to safety to contemplate that she had shot a man in cold blood. At the same time she wasn't too keen on going to jail tonight. Finally at the bottom of the stairway they burst
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Skold only pretended to listen to Sinclaire prattle on about what an honor it was to meet Skold. Barely leaving Sinclaire’s eyes, Skold scanned the room for signs of danger. With one glance he had memorized the security details that Rebecca had shown him. He knew that there were several guards waiting in the next room, listening to their every word and watching them through a one way mirror in the room. Sly indeed, Skold thought. Sly as a fox. Which was what Dom had told Rebecca? Dom, the
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Rebecca didn’t want to get up. As soon as she shut the alarm clock she wanted to roll over again and go back to sleep. On any other day she would have been able to do that, no problem, but today was not that day. There were things that had to be done; her life depended on it. She forced herself off the mattress and into a standing position. Her head ached and her eyes burned as a stray ray of sunlight hit her eyes. No more Captain Morgan’s, she thought. As of right now I ban it completely from
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Across the Atlantic Ocean in Paris, France, an American tourist named Robert Smith was strapped to a cold metal table. The manacles that bound his wrists and ankles to the table made it impossible to escape. He was helpless, forced to endure the endless, sadistic torture that was being inflicted on his body. All ten of his fingers had been cut off and now lay in a metal petri dish along with all five toes on his right foot. The room he was in was white and plain with blinding florescent light
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Skold stopped when he saw the young woman sitting outside his apartment. She was sitting on the ground, slumped against the wall; her eyeliner and lipstick was smeared. She looked like she had been through a rough night. In the two years it had been since Skold had last seen her, almost nothing had changed about Rebecca Hall. She still had the punked out pig tails, the rock star clothes and flamboyant look. He still remembered her name. Like all fae, Skold’s memory was flawless. When able to
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