Nephylim
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Sacha was nervous, as he climbed the last few steps and passed Lacey, stepping into the room. He froze. It was enormous, seeming to stretch the whole length of the house. Four dormer windows along one side of the ‘L’ shaped room, let sunlight stream in, setting the warm wood floors alight. “I’m sorry it’s so bare. We didn’t know what you’d like so we just moved a few pieces up from downstairs. We can go shopping when you’ve settled in a bit.” Sacha blinked at her, barely hearing what she said.
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PART 2 – SACHA’S POINT OF VIEW Sacha was scared, but not as scared as he had been for the last few days. He was on his way home; at least, the place he’d been told was his home. He hadn’t set foot there for the past eight years and had no memories of what it was like, even though he’d been told it was the same place he was brought up in for the first nine years of his life. It was good to get out of the hospital. There was nothing worse, he thought, than being in hospital when you weren’t ill.
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“What the hell do you mean his condition’s deteriorated?” Lacey demanded from the back seat. “You said he was fine, that he just had a chest infection. How can he have got, ‘racing-through-town with-the-sirens-going, sick in a couple of hours?” “I don’t know. I’ve told you everything I was told, Lacey. You know as much as I do.” “What precisely did they say?” Adam demanded. “I don’t know…. Acute something…. Respiratory arrest…distress…. I wasn’t listening by then. I just wanted to get the hel
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Frank and his family have more weapons in their arsenal than it might appear. As for Sacha's captor, there is no end to his evil, and his evil hasn't ended. But he obviously doesn't know Sacha as well as he thinks he does because...well, I don't want to spoil that. It comes later, much later.
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“So what’s this all about?” Adam asked, lowering himself into a chair in the hotel suite. He sighed as he crossed his long legs and lifted his heels to the low coffee table. Lacey knocked them onto the floor crossly. “Not on the table, Adam.” “What’s your problem? It’s not your table.” “No, but I have manners no matter whose table it is.” “Give me a break, Lace. I’ve been driving for four hours and I’m exhausted.” “Whatever.” “Sit down, Lacey.” Frank prowled the hotel room, coming to rest
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He's a man with an obsession which has consumed him for so long, and on the basis of which he has made some very bad decisions, who has come to the end of it and realizes it wasn't the end he'd imagined - or maybe hoped, it would be. I think he's going to suffer for his mistakes
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Thank you hun. I get awfully confused with that 'complete' button and have had to be gently nudged *cough* on it before There are 26 chapters in all and some will be sweet, some will be fun, and some will have you tearing out your hair, at least that's how I hope it will go down. I've explored some different territory so be prepared for surprises
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The story hasn't ended, hun. There's a LOT more to come. See, that's the confusion with the completed/in progress button. I get confused. The story is completely written, but not completely posted Grrrr. Never fear, there are 23 more chapters
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“Dad!” Frank raised tired eyes to see his one and only daughter bearing down on him along the hospital corridor. He groaned inwardly. Why had he told her? With a sigh, he put down the paperwork he’d been reading and stood up to greet her. “Where is he? Can I see him?” “He’s asleep. Sit down. What are you doing here?” “Are you serious?” She flopped down onto a squeaky plastic seat and stared at him as if he had two heads. “You call to tell me that, after all this time, you finally found Alex,
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