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'Tis but a scrape...
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Aw, Vlady is so adorable!
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LEON GRISEUS 0. Leon opened his eyes, squinting in the light of the room around him. A woman leaned against a wall, watching him, and Leon sat up. “You’re a fighter, huh?” the woman said appreciatively. “Who are you? Where am I?” “Calm down. You’re safe.” The woman smiled. “My name’s Arabelle. And you’re dead, but I’m sure you already knew that. You’re in a sort of staging area to the afterlife.” She studied him for a moment, and Leon stared back steadily. “I must say I have never me
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Of course the bear is lawful good
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Terian handed the innkeeper five silver, and the woman smiled, handing him a heavy brass key. “Enjoy your night.” “Thank you Mari.” The battlemind nodded to Loreen, who followed him up a flight of stairs. They opened a door, and entered the room beyond, Loreen setting a series of candles alight with a spoken word. This was the best room in the inn, with three desks and a bed that was palatial by the small village’s standards. “You know, I never thought you’d ask me to come here,”
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0. “Wake up…” Gareth moaned loudly. He was laying in some sort of bed, warm and comfortable. There was no way he was about to wake up. Something cold closed around his right wrist, and he gasped, eyes opening with a start. A young woman stood over him, a friendly look on her face. Her dark skin contrasted with her light blouse, and her shorts showed off a large amount of her legs. “Come on, it’s time to get up,” she smiled. “Wha-?” Gareth coughed, his throat dry. His
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'You’re dead.' Gareth Hawthorne opened his eyes, squinting in the pure white of the space around him. He didn’t remember much, a step and a flash of pain before waking here. Wherever here was. 'You fought bravely in your life, and have earned your reward.' A black door frame appeared a few steps away, a red door concealing what awaited on the other side. 'When you are ready, you may pass beyond to your heaven.' Gareth blinked slowly, overcome by several thoughts. He glanced a
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Gareth Hawethorne is dead. But death isn't the end for him. Thrust into a strange world. he must learn to survive. A surprisingly difficult task for a world where death is never the end. Leon Griseus remembers only one thing from his life, a stranger's face. In a world where people look nothing like their living selves, can he hope to find this stranger who might hold the key to their past, to their life?
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Amazing ending to an amazing story.
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The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Why do I feel like this will end badly for a certain bobcat?
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Can confirm, geese are loud as heck, and rather vicious too.
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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
