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That night they dined on a simple meal of bread, grapes, cheese, and salted pork Mr. Fritz had brought with him from the Imperium Market. Earlier Vanus courageously ventured down into the cellar and discovered a wine cache that had been collecting dust, so they had wine with the meal. After a couple of glasses of wine and a day full of adventure, both the orphans excused themselves. Together they climbed the stairs. "Do you find this all odd?" Jill asked ponderously when Vanus turned to go
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Van’s fears that Jill and Mr. Fritz would not get along due to their difference in political affiliation were laid to rest the moment the trio piled into the carriage. It was possible Jill was too excited to begin her new life to give it much thought at the moment, but she seemed to take to the lawyer immediately. They chatted away like two chipmunks in a tree, seemingly unaware of his presence. This did not bother Vanus in the least; if anything it gave him a chance to think. The orphan w
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By the time Vanus returned to the orphanage the entire day seemed like one long continuous blur. Sensations, information, questions, compliments; he could feel it all pressing down on him like a great weight. The day before yesterday I was simply Vanus Kaufman the unwanted orphan. Now I'm about to be the head of a dynasty. What if it's all just a dream? There was hope and with hope came the fear that hope was just a dream. Before fear had been an easy thing to overcome because he knew
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You're very astute. Thank you for reading and for the comments.
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Thank you. I realize it's been a slow build up but I've always had the 'save the best for last' philosophy. I am on Chapter 7 now and things will really start picking up there. Thank you for reading. 😊
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Vanus left Nora’s feeling an uneasiness that followed them all the way to the cafe. He thanked Mr. Fritz for buying his new outfit and was truly grateful; never before had he worn such comfortable well-fitting clothes. And yet even in this place, amongst others like him, he’d never felt more different. More alone. He feared this feeling of alienation would stalk him even in his new life. They sat at tables with white tablecloths and lit candles. A man in a white apron handed them menus prin
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Vanus was still wide awake when Mr. Fritz came to fetch him that morning. He'd been standing on the curb when a horse-drawn carriage came to a stop. Mr. Fritz wasted no time rushing him into the cabin, stating they had much to go over. "Legal mumbo jumbo," was how the lawyer put it. "One of the first tasks on the list is getting you some proper clothing," Mr. Fritz said. He waggled a fat finger disapprovingly at the orphan. Vanus scowled. "What's wrong with my clothes?" "I'm s
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The man who greeted Vanus reminded the orphan of the seals he saw stretched out on the pier when the days were warmer. He was shorter even than Vanus, and as plump as a rubber ball. He seized Van's hand with fingers that glinted with bejeweled rings; Van had never seen diamonds so fat. They literally brightened up the gloominess of Alysious' office. "You must be Vanus. It is an absolute honor to meet you, m'boy!" The man pumped his fist, bright blue eyes glowing with genuine enthusiasm. "My
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Glad you're still with me.
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Thank you for commenting. I hope the chapter isn't too short. When I originally thought about posting the first chapter it was over 5,000k long, but it's easier for me to write it in more bite-sized pieces at this point.
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Let's hope I can keep it up. Thanks for reading.
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Thank you for reading. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Three days before his eighteenth birthday, Vanus Kaufman woke up to Sister Alysious’s matronly passage coming down the corridor; in a moment this would be followed by the sharp rap of her knuckles on the door. Soon I won’t have to hear this anymore, he told himself. In three days, wherever I am, I’ll be able to sleep as long as I want. He shifted, pulling his feet back beneath the covers. He hugged himself, shivering. He was about to drift back into sleep when the door opened and Alysious s
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Vanus Kaufman has diamond eyes; everyone thinks he's a daemon. Three days before he is to turn eighteen and leave the orphanage, he discovers he is the heir to a powerful dynasty. In the blink of an eye, he finds himself surrounded by wealth, fame, and power beyond anything he could imagine. But even for a powerful magician the city of Vaylin is a dangerous and corrupt place. If Vanus wants to keep what is his, he will have to fight for it.
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The rewrite is finished. I will be working on the second part in the next month or so. Please read this one and let me know what you think. It's very different from the first draft.
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Is this a good dreadful or a bad dreadful? If it's bad, feel free to elaborate. I want to know what I can improve on.
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Thank you so much for the compliment. It encourages me to keep going.
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For a strong moment, Dinah considered turning the gun on Danni and blowing his brains out. She’d been wanting to do it all day, no - the last couple of days. But then she would have to deal with Everest. Her squire had completely turned against her and now stayed at the little shit’s side like a loyal dog. I hate you, she thought, seething inside. Her fingers tightened around the grip of the gun. I hate the both of you. But then the doors to the lift opened and Dinah found herself staring in
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Danni unfolded a large blueprint of the facility across the table, flattening out the creases. He could feel the mixture of weariness and impatience of the group standing around the table, their eyes dull with sleep. He’d woken everyone up; it was time to come up with a plan and get everyone moving. We’ve done enough sitting around and bickering. He tapped at the square representing the security room. “What’s in this room?” he asked, looking at Brantov and Ulana. “It’s where security gua
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I was tied to a chair in a dark room. The only light came from the flashlight held in my face. Juan stood just feet away, his face dark with rage. Cookie and Tinkerbell stood in the background. My head ached. Blood covered the side of my face from where Juan had hit me, already crusted over. "How did you know they were coming? Who did you tell?" Juan's voice was low and dangerous. Why? Why was he doing this to me? I had given him the data at my own expense. Was that not proof enough he c
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They are very barbaric people who have been living under very harsh conditions; for them this is all they know.
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The change in Danni's demeanor was sudden and disturbing; it was like watching the face of a cliff crumble and fall into water had Everest ever witnessed such a thing. His face, the lips pressed thin, the eyes widening in an almost comical expression of shock, plateaued, becoming flat and seemingly expressionless. Everest had seen it before several times. It happened when someone's mind cracked under the weight of something it couldn't handle. So when Danni reached for his gun, Everest wa
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At first Calvin had been worried about Danni, but now that worry had turned into outright panic. He backed away from Danni’s door and stepped out into the night. The weather had calmed down for the moment; several groups of people were walking in between the dormitories, either going to the pub or the sauna. After four days of being cooped up due to the blizzard, the people of Clan Wuxia wanted to let off some steam. Calvin scanned the hooded faces, looking for the familiar glint of blue ey
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I took a deep breath and tried not to think about the time or what I was about to do. So far everything had gone as planned. I had planned the heist - I couldn’t help but think of it as the heist - while my father was away on a business trip in London. He would be gone for a few days, leaving Uncle Charlie in charge of things. Uncle Charlie had left for home an hour ago. Against his wishes I’d insisted on staying a bit later to get ahead on paperwork. He’d smiled at me with something like pr
