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Thanks. Sasha sure has his work cut out for him.
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There's something about selecting your heirs from those who many would consider the lowest in the world. They know what it's like to need help. And they'll either rise to the occasion and help others, or sit on their laurels and enjoy the high life. Aaron is certainly not the latter.
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If the Císařské Louky airport was a study in majesty, Ambroz Residence was a study in muted elegance. A tall brick tower stood against the magenta skyline, blue paint lit with lights circling every floor. Sasha counted at least eighty floors, most with at least twenty rooms on each, if the windows were any judgement. Stepping through a glass entranceway led to a spacious lobby, where a group of Daknar slaves worked to make the residents feel at home. A marble fountain drew the eye immediately
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Inspiration comes and goes unfortunately. I still tinker with old stories, so there will probably be more to Itumak and Lian's story, but not yet.
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ITUMAK “What makes you think I’m a guard?” Itumak gulped down a shot, relishing the burn of whiskey in his throat. Beside him, a human nursed a beer — his only drink since entering the bar nearly half an hour ago. “I’ve seen you on the TV,” the man said, his voice sending shivers down Itumak’s spine. “You were one of the guards who greeted those people from Ceos.” Itumak shrugged. “You got me. But why me?” “Look, I’m already a city guard. I know the deal. I need a sponsor to even ha
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Thanks And yeah, he really does need to come clean. Though to be fair, he did try with River.
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It was over. Connor had given Soren an excuse to break up with him. Khurtschono wasn’t talking to him. Soren could go back to the way things were before. He could be normal again, just like he wanted. So why did his heart ache so much? ‘Please call me.’ He couldn’t call. Better just to let the relationship die out. No matter how many times Connor messaged or tried to call him, Soren could not return the calls. Besides, it still hurt. Was that all he was to Connor? Some charity case for h
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He really is a fun character. One of my favourites.
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Oh sure, sleep with one woman and suddenly it doesn't matter that you're gay; all the girls want you
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AARON He hadn’t expected the delegation to be so large. Or for the seats beside him to be so hotly contested. Aaron walked around the table, examining the placecards that told people where to sit. A large candelabra hung over the oak table, with hundreds of glittering lights. Against the wall, a fireplace crackled with faux flames. The palace hadn’t burned wood in it in decades, but it still offered a very real warmth that threatened to make the makeup on Aaron’s face run. Twenty well-cra
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It was funny how his hopes and dreams came crashing down, and all Connor could do was grin about it. Okay, maybe not his dreams. But he had been hoping Soren would turn him. It was one of those decisions he really probably should think out more, but Connor had never been one for meticulous planning. The walk to the river was long enough to soothe the sting — what werewolf didn’t want to fuck their boyfriend? He knew he was being unfair. Not all werewolves were horny. Some were more predatory
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A near death experience can be rather frightening. Even if you weren't exactly near death.
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The smell of heated bread mixed with the strong scent of vanilla. Sasha wrinkled his nose, adjusting his uniform one last time before stepping out of the basement of the manor. He hurried to the kitchen, checking the rolls. Out of the corner of his eye, Sasha saw Evžen sitting at the table, and the Faro fought back a frown. It was far too early for his master to be awake. Had he even slept at all? “I’ve decided your punishment,” the Lidikrys yawned, resting his chin on the breakfast nook tab
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They're both coming into their own, but they still have a long way to go.
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He really needs to find a way to come clean. Hopefully without losing his new friends in the process.
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Soren is absolutely one of my more complicated characters. There are times I want to yell at him and times I want to just hold him and tell him everything's going to be okay.
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AMBER “As of the first of Lenaer in the year 1440, all students attending public schools from the age of 20 down shall be permitted one class period a day for physical exercise. In addition, the registration of any student suffering from Aera Saleinus and living in a pack house as listed under Amber’s Law 1329c shall be ended so long as the student is under the age of 20 and still living under pack law. This law has passed by a vote of seven to five.” Amber set the sheet of paper aside, h
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Absolutely. A relationship started on a lie is no relationship at all.
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The cinnamon wolf trudged through Elias Academy, ignoring the stares following him. None of them mattered. For two weeks, Soren had been on top of the world. For two weeks, he’d had a friend, someone who wanted to spend time with him. And he had thrown that all away. How could he have been so stupid? Hi. I’m Soren. I’m a mage who can turn into a wolf. How hard was that to say? But no, he had to pretend to be a werewolf. He had to forge a fake claim on someone, trapping himself even furth
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And not untrue. I strangely remember the distinct ache that comes from chewing fabric.
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It is always good to be mindful of the past. Having to walk past your future grave, not so good.
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Death brings many emotions. Remorse, grief, sometimes even relief.
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AARON The Hall of the Dead stood open to the public. Aaron watched on the tv in his room as crowds stared at King Finley’s body, laid out in state in the royal catacombs. Around him, six guards kept the viewers at a respectful distance, their dark azure uniforms bearing black capes out of respect for the dead. It had been three days since the werewolf had found Finley, dead from sepsis. There had been a more private vigil held on the second day, in the palace itself. Then the palace had b
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Horses nickered as Khurtschono travelled down the line of stalls. The doors fell open, and she followed the horses as they wandered into the morning pen. Locking them inside, Khurtschono turned back to the stalls, grabbing a wheelbarrow as she went. Horses didn’t understand the Silence. Chores still needed to be done, even if today was a sacred day for all nekos. She shouldn’t be down here. Manure flew into the wheelbarrow, and Khurtschono shoved the plastic tines of the muckrake through saw
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