Adam Andrews Johnson

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“Please, forgive me this intrusion,” said a voice. Tawni was alone in the street. Over three weeks had passed since she annihilated the Kentonworths and was stabbed. Her wound had healed well in that time, and she was no longer walking with a cane. Tawni did not know who had spoken to her. “I’m sorry,” the voice added, “for coming to you like this.” Tawni looked around her in every direction. “Where are you?” She pulled out her blowgun. “I need help.” Tawni hesitated.

Tawni had a pen in one hand, and a notebook was open on her table in front of her. She began to write. To each of the formerly powerful families in the city of Stonespire, This island does not belong to you. If you act like the Kentonworths, your fate will be the same as theirs. Keep to your luxurious homes if you wish to remain unmurdered, or join the masses of dead Kentonworths. Do not attempt retaliation. Do not even dare to dream that you have the power to ret

Tawni was staring at the complex lock that barred her way to the basement. The advanced protection device was built right into the door, and it required a five-digit code. “Dammit,” she growled. With one hand, she was attempting to keep pressure on her low back, and she was trying to ignore the pain that was screaming from the knife wound. “Please don’t kill me!” a voice squeaked behind Tawni, and she spun around with her blowgun against her lips. A young woman with a mop and a

Tawni and Xylda were headed in one direction on their way to the poison garden, and Bix was going the other way toward the Lighthouse Bookstore. Less than three minutes after they separated, Tawni and Xylda were at the opposite end of the town square from Bix, when Bix’s voice suddenly rang out in anger and fear. Tawni and Xylda spun around in time to see Bix grabbed by a group of men and thrown into a carriage that raced away. “Bix, nooo!” Tawni cried as she rushed in the direct

Duke Kentonworth was holding another NO note in his shaking hands. He was filled with rage. Tawni had rejected meeting up with him. Her denial made him feel ineffective and inferior, feelings he was not used to feeling. He was used to giving orders and being obeyed. He wished he had some advantage over Tawni that he could utilize to force her to do his bidding, and a realization entered his mind. He leapt up from behind his desk with enough energy that his chair toppled backward. He left i

It was morning. A Kentonworth guard had received Tawni’s note from a deliveryman, and it was now lying on the desk in front of Duke Kentonworth. He was confused. He was staring at the single word on the page. Tawni had not even signed it The Librarian this time. The folded paper simply had Duke Kentonworth’s name on the outside, and NO on the inside. “What does she mean no?” he asked his empty study. He was alone. He was not angry; he was feeling more perplexed than anything. He turne

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“Which one of us gets to go next?” Tawni asked as Xylda reemerged from the dark house. The trio of young women were standing together in front of the derelict building. Olde Mama Willow was still inside, and the other three inhabitants were together on the moldering porch staring at Tawni, Bix, and Xylda. “I think maybe we should just head back down the mountain,” Xylda replied to Tawni’s inquiry. She glanced at the women on the porch. “Come on.” Bix was confused and a little dis

“Ta-da!” Xylda exclaimed. Positioned right at the border, where the field of flowers met the forest that stretched down the mountain’s slopes, was a crumbling structure with the babbling brook flowing beside it and into the trees. The roof of the moldering building had an enormous hole in it, and its front doors were barely clinging to their hinges. An old waterwheel sat in the stream, but it was no longer attached to the building, and it was not turning. The top of the wheel was leaning ag

Xylda let out a rapturous moan. “It feels soooo good.” She was in the bubbling mud pool up to her neck, and she had smeared a thin layer of the grey-brown glop on her cheeks and forehead. “And it’s rejuvenating for the skin.” “It feels really lovely,” Bix agreed in a breathy voice. Her eyes were closed. She had stripped down to nothing and gotten right into the mud with Xylda. Bix was leaning back against the side with her arms stretched out and her cleavage right at the surface. She had ru

Tawni awoke alone in bed. She had fallen asleep next to Bix, but Bix was gone. Tawni suspected she had headed down to grab some food from the root cellar for breakfast, and Tawni made her way to the first floor, but Bix was not there. Tawni planned to check the roof of the building next, with the thought that Bix might be watching the sunrise, but as Tawni reached the second floor, she paused. She pulled open the door that led to the hall with her little curated library at the end. Before she re

With the death of Ithial, the Grondsen family had no living members remaining. Many of the joiners from the early days after the plague were still alive, but no one now dwelt in the manor, and the fortune was contested. Duke Kentonworth was preparing his proposal. His accountant, Crontin, was with him. There was also a pair of advisors, and a secretary was taking notes. “Duke, how did none of us know this?” one of the advisors asked, holding up the birth certificates and documentatio

Tawni was holding the slip of paper with the name of the next person Duke Kentonworth wished to have eliminated, and she looked very satisfied as she approached Bix and Xylda. Duke Kentonworth would be paying four-thousand old world dollars for Tawni to eliminate another Grondsen, the final remaining true Grondsen, the psychopath and necrophile, Ithial. “What does it say?” Bix asked. Xylda had learned to read for her chemistry training, and Tawni handed the tiny note to her. “Ithial G

The trio chatted as they wandered the streets together, but after a few blocks, Bix noticed where Tawni was leading them. Neither said anything about the location they were approaching, and when they reached a specific intersection, Tawni paused to look up the street. “Bix,” she said under her breath, and she nodded in the direction she had glanced. “I see it,” Bix confirmed in a quiet groan. Xylda was very curious. “What… what do you two see?” “Duke Kenton… I mean, Toady a