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I know the joy. From one author to another, good show
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Sigh... messing with a guy just trying to get his act together. What writer does not enjoy doing that?
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I'm guessing ley lines have a huge part to play in all the supernatural phenomena. I'm really enjoying the story; can't wait for the next chapter.
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Daniel stepped through the portal, finding himself in a forest bathed in the light of midday. His clothes changed at his whim, taking on the appearance of a traveller’s garb. This was Germany, and if he remembered his geography, he was somewhere in the Black Forest. Conjuring a staff, the dragon picked a direction and began walking. Birdsong filled the air, lightening his mood as he passed. What had happened to Artix was unfortunate, but it was history. At least the fox could live on in his
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It took almost five centuries before Daniel could bring himself to travel again. This was his doom, to see those he loved perish. Maybe it wasn’t worth searching for Ryan. The fox would waste away before his very eyes. Daniel turned his mind to a different matter. David Enterai. Maybe he was Daniel’s great grandfather. Maybe not. But Daniel could find out, though it wouldn’t be easy. There were options open to him now. He had already tracked down his ancestry to a Welsh dragon who fought in
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ZENOAN ENTERAI Zenoan grumbled as he was roused by his alarm. Someone was approaching his cave. The dragon yanked on a pair of pants and headed to the entrance. If they were going to disturb him at his home, they would forgive him for not being presentable. He waited a minute, before a young vixen stumbled out of the trees surrounding his cave. She looked familiar, though he had no intention of figuring out where from. “Um, excuse me… Mr. Zenoan?” “What do you want?” “My
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He passed through the latest portal with no fuss, dropping a foot before his feet reached the ground. Daniel was getting much better at this. He just hoped it was the same universe. The dragon stood in the shadow of a wooden wall, his wing tucked behind his back. Not that it would keep people from recognizing what he was. But if he got in trouble, he could always wipe people’s memories. The night was dark, and he hoped he could escape notice until the morning. “What are you doing hiding
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Daniel flew over the town, mind searching. He felt restless, incomplete. Ryan wasn’t here, but he was close to the correct time, off by less than a year. He was getting better at this. And now that he knew how to jump reliably between worlds, it was only a matter of time before he mastered sub-universe portals. Below him, he felt David in a car, a sense of illness rising from the dragon. And beside him was… Max? Daniel hadn’t felt the tiger’s presence in ages, ever since he had been kill
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Daniel scratched his shoulders as he walked. The lack of wings was weird, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to stand the feeling. The dragon walked up a hill on the island of Crete, trying to escape the smell of fumes. It was everywhere in this world, as if these creatures called humans breathed carbon dioxide. He found a quiet spot to sit and think as the sun sank low in the sky. It had been three days since he had escaped from the other realm, and he still had no idea where he w
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Another century come and gone. But this century held the answers he seeked. His math had been wrong. The timeline he needed was far in the past now, but he couldn’t jump through time here. The laws of this universe forbade it. This only left him with the question of how to jump between planes.Daniel thought back over nine centuries to his arrival. He had asked the universe to take him to his love, but it brought him here instead… And Ryan had been here, for a brief moment in time. Or
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Daniel studied the elf in his bed. So many things changed in merely a century time. And he had been through ten. He was immortal. There was no way around it now. Daniel could not die of natural causes. Most dragons only lived to nine hundred, if they were lucky. “Why are you standing over there mei areula? Come warm the bed with me,” the elf smiled seductively. Daniel scowled. “Leim me nela eyn areula. Don’t call me that.” The elf stared at him, a trace of fear in his eyes, a
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The dragon stared at the bowl of water, growling. He didn’t know why he tried anymore. Ryan would not be found through scrying. But he was going crazy, sitting in his cabin in the mountains with nothing to do. There was only so much work he could put into escaping this realm at once, and he had reached his limit yesterday. There was no way he’d be working on it in the next month. And so he found other ways to occupy his time. Like scrying for his fox. But it failed every time, the water refu
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Daniel Thethar stood in his flat, his grimoire open on his bed. It had taken him years to figure this spell out, and he still wasn’t sure he had it right. But the dragon would not wait any longer. Ryan was out there somewhere, and he was going to find the fox if it killed him. Time had foiled his attempts at finding his love, though he had met others along the way. The dragon’s hand dipped into his pocket, feeling the seed of a willow tree from 13th century Kyoto. His lips smiled bri
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Daniel’s hand trailed across a row of books. This was his favourite store, and he made sure to visit every week. There was always a new story to find within the shelves; a new world to explore. His hand tripped across a small black binding, and the dragon paused. He had learned to trust his instincts, and had found many a good book that way. This one felt different somehow. He removed it, keeping an eye on the two tomes it had been stuck between. There was no title, just a blank black le
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This is the story of Daniel, and his search for Ryan, the fox who stole his heart then vanished.
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2019 DANIEL THETHAR The dragon stepped off the train, black scales glinting in the sunlight. He shivered in the winter cold, dressed in a tank top and a pair of shorts. “Hell, it’s colder here than at home,” he muttered under his breath, steam rising from his mouth with every word. Gathering his suitcase, he walked toward the entrance of the train station, passing through the doors. The interior of the station was utter chaos, people running everywhere, and voices raisin
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DANIEL THETHAR Daniel’s hand trailed across a row of books. This was his favourite store, and he made sure to visit every week. There was always a new story to find within the shelves; a new world to explore. His hand tripped across a small black binding, and the dragon paused. He had learned to trust his instincts, and had found many a good book that way. This one felt different somehow. He removed it, keeping an eye on the two tomes it had been stuck between. There was no tit
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MAXIMUS MARKHAUS The tiger stood in front of Max, his hands deftly working the tie into an appropriate knot. “There you go. John will be the envy of the school with you beside him,” he smiled. “Danke Henri.” Max mumbled, blushing. “I’m happy I was able to see you go to prom before I left overseas,” Henri said. “Just remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” “Did you feel like this with Sara?” “Like what?” “Like this night would change your life forev
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1865 CLAIRE ENTERAI Claire settled into her seat, glancing at her husband. He had flown all this way just for her; a near nonstop flight from California to Washington D.C. just so she could visit her family. And though the visit hadn’t gone well, she still appreciated the lengths the dragon went to to make her happy. They sat in some theatre, watching a farce she had seen several times over. Not that she would mention that to him. Just watching it with David brought her joy, se
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A dragon struggling with his past. A dog learning to love again. A fox finding her true self. All have a story within them, and it is my job to discover those tales.
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Thomas squinted, his eyes assaulted by a bright light. He was standing in the middle of a rather large dirt road, and there were four others standing slack-jawed around him. “Where the hell am I?” he heard one of them demand. He began looking his companions over. The man who had just questioned them was an interesting shade of medium brown, bordering on a dark brown. He had white hair that hung just past his shoulders, and lavender eyes provided a startling contrast to his skin tone. He looked
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Prologue Six people sat around a large table in a basement. On the table was a grid, and on the grid were little figurines. There was little lighting in the room, a small naked bulb hanging over the table doing its best to provide light for the room. Marc Dures, the owner of the basement, was studying a paper set out before him. He was in his late 30’s, and had often served as a leader for the group. But this night was not his. Tonight belonged to Quentin Mathers, a man the group had met a
