Celian

You have to be patient before any sort of official denial or confirmation. But let's say Flynn's story-arc is not yet complete...

That's an interesting thought! Keep that in mind! We will hear about it soon.

We will hear about that soon. And let's say in general the next chapters will be intense. Alice is, like Dante, a great advocate of fairness. And as you said, Carolyn comepletely blew this up. Though there is hope, I dare say, cause she still cares about her children/Frank in this case enough to break through the tension. Frank was officially declared a mentally 10-year-old. But kids can be smart as hell. Never underestimate them! We hear more from Sawyer next chapter! And I promise both of them get some Another Time chapters in the near future.

Right now it's difficult to say. From deadly jealousy to "duh, bi people exist, I want him happy" it could be everything. We (Dante) will see the result to this soon. But know, now the snowball has been set in motion...

For a moment there was shocked silence. Attempts to escape could be punished with severe whippings, mutilation, or outright death. "Hey Ma..." Mistress Alice burst in on the tension, yawning, completely out of place in fluffy slippers and a flamingo-print robe over dark green pajamas. Matthew blushed hard and, completely unappropriate, Dante wondered if- if he were to face Alice naked someday- he would even have enough blood left over for an erection. "We have an ugly situation he

This is just a one-shot, but I plan on having a couple more of "the man". Who will get a name next story. Cause next case we will meet back with Kellen and meet another battlemage. Oh well 😅 lanky teenage-boy with babyface and more emotional breakdowns than good for him. I imagine on this very friday he either decided to come out to his grandpa, or he told already his family and he just got to hear from his paternal grandparents how he should attend one of those "healing church camps"...

The car seemed new - it was indeed only three years old - but had already clocked up more kilometers than many a car at the end of its service life. The owner didn't care. If the license plate was to be believed, he was from Georgia, and it was a long way from there to Montana. It had taken him just over three years, working his way through all sorts of states, from one village to the next, towns - big and small - and anything worth a name. From one cursebreaker to the next.

A man seeking out the help of a cursebreaker. What he gets might be worth more than what he asked for...

Remy is definitely deeply traumatized and masking it well. The question is, how long can he keep this up? Especially now that Anduin is pushing... Totally understandable. (To think that he was just supposed to be some filler background character............) 🤞🏻

Remy was confused when he opened his eyes, downright disoriented, and he was shaking uncontrollably. "Shh, it's okay, I got you, it's just a dream," Marc whispered, his arms wrapped tightly around him. "Shh, Remy, shh..." He seemed to have been saying this for a while. "Marc..." Remy almost choked on the one word, struggling equally against the blanket and Marc's arms to get into a more comfortable position to look at him. "Hey..." Marc said softly. He had turned on Remy's bedside

Not all cases have a complicated-around-three-corners-solution. And a duel with the intension to get rid of the rival... is still murder 😎 I like the thought, but I need a why. 🤔 ❤️

~The Cursebreaker~ The blood shield protecting the grounds of the Watermill Circle had a gentle deflecting - not to say deterring - effect on humans. Those who possessed magic usually felt the effect less, or could even see the red-gold shimmer and flicker if they were close enough. Since enough witches of my bloodline had given their blood for that very shield, I could not only see it, but actually touch it without getting an electric shock and an angry voice hissing ‘fuck off’

His dreams regarding the future did not reach far. They didn't in the past and they didn't today. Anthony had dreamed a lot. When they had snuggled together in the much-too-big bed, they had fantasized in whispers about what it would be like to leave the farm and serve another family. Frank would be living with the Horners now. He probably would have been taught to work on machinery instead of working with wood. He would probably still have his fingers. Would Charles have abided b

You really think I'm going to tell you? He went to Billings to study and stayed there. It's not explicitly said, that's true.

There are some lines you can safely have one foot on either side and nothing happens, and there are lines where just the tip of the big toe is too much. Like Violet said in the very first story: a bit of a lost big teddy bear. You can count on his loyalty. The ground owned by Dust and his uncles are ~5 acre, the direct neighbours George and Michael each have around 2,5 and Bridget has around 10 acres. There's another plot where another family lives, also ~ 5 acres. Lived-on Parker land is therefore 25 acres, but there is more than double of that untouched forest and a part is rented out pasture/orchard. The military ground and tavern are/were real, though rumor has it the tavern closed because drunk soldiers shot a little boy (back in the 70s already). It was a tank division stationed there and the forest looks like that, full of wide paths for the tanks and holes for them to train hiding (sooooo many little ponds now). The monastery and tower don't exist, though. Regarding a search there... wait and see for the next chapters

~The Detective~ An hour earlier than usual and several hours earlier than my original plans for the days off demanded, I sat in the kitchen and had breakfast. In order to speak to the teachers at the nursing school before class, I had been advised to show up no later than seven. My gut feeling of something being wrong in the family mingled with the rumor that Kate might have been involved with a teacher. Shouldn't Marian, as her roommate and classmate, have known about this? Was she

Rest assured there is a shouting match between mother and daughter to come. But I promise further down the road (after all this whipping and caretaking etc) there is a scene of Miss Carolyn explaining some stuff waiting. The famous Mitchell-fire. Fun fact (not so funny actually): the very first child of Carolyn and Blaise was named Claire, but died shortly after birth. And NO, she's not THAT Claire, get that out of your mind.

The plot and the emotions thicken, but I promise a bunch of answers within the next 5-6 chapters. Before the next small bomb drops...

They existed, these moments which were actually only as long as a heartbeat, but felt like an eternity. Those moments that burned themselves not only into your memory, but also into your heart, and yet at the same time you wondered if it had really happened. Just such a moment occurred between one breath and the next, when Mistress Alice leaned back and pressed her head against Dante's cheek, while Frank leaned his forehead against Dante's temple on the other side and Henry's hand simultane

Say thank you to @drsawzall for that Any sort of farm-unrelated stable income would help. Especially since no one on the farm is credit worthy. Not going to say more on that cause it could count as spoiler No comment on that one. Absolutely right.

The extremely pleasant dream about Alice burst like a soap bubble when the phone started ringing. With an unwilling groan, he rolled around and groped for the thing before finally opening one eye. "Yeah?" The sound was little more than a harsh exhale. "Matthew, are you awake?" "No." Damn, he really wasn't. He squinted at the display. "Carolyn... what's wrong?" It was New Year's morning, dammit, and fucking early to boot. With his free hand, he rubbed his eyes. "I need you here."

Let's see about that... Would you want next a Matthew chapter in "Another Time" or want to go on with Dante's night here?

Got that, just wanted to tease you 😘

@centexhairysub Being out of sorts is family? Family is out of sorts?

True, that