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Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 37Part 37
There's no time to waste!
Nathan didn't wait for them to finish arguing. He was out the door before either of the angels noticed, rushing through the halls and out of the building. The police station wasn't far from the motel, and for once the writer was glad for all the walking he'd had to do, knowing exactly where he needed to go. Half running, he pulled out his cellphone and tried to call Scott back. When, after two attempts, it still went to voicemail, Nathan gave up and broke into a full run. He had to get there immediately!
When the Cavalier Motel came into sight, nothing appeared amiss, and the writer relaxed some: he'd been expecting something obviously supernatural running rampant, given the panic in Scott's voice. That moment of relief didn't stop him from hurrying forward, however, looking out for anything out of place. Since he didn't know what room Scott was in, it would be his only clue.
There was nothing of note on the first floor, and nothing he co
Echoes - Episode 9: Journey Through the Dark
Episode 9: Journey Through the Dark
"Looks like someone left the lights on for us."
They stood in the doorway staring down into the long tunnel that lead into the Crystal Grottoes, electric lanterns lit up and lining the walls. Artemis shifted from one foot to the other. "So, who wants to take lead?"
"Well, you're already up front," Snow chirped with a smirk. "And the only Warden. And the oldest! Since you like to be in charge, why don't you lead us, Artie?"
The other wizard raised an eyebrow and adjusted his glasses. "Or maybe the one with the most to prove should lead us. Wouldn't you like to improve your standing in the White Council, Snow?"
"I'll stand in the middle," Alistair piped in before anyone could call him to take the front. He didn't want to be there in the first place and was perfectly alright surrounding himself with other targets.
"And don't look at me," Parker drawled. "I think I've got most of my senses back, but do we really want to test m
Echoes - Episode 8: Mischief Managed
Episode 8: Mischief Managed
"Did we fall down the rabbit hole or something?"
Snow eyed the cat as suspiciously as the rest of them, not particularly comfortable with his sudden appearance. No one answered her question, but Guy (human and freshly dressed) was bold enough to get closer and sniff the air.
"You aren't a were," he said, wrinkling his nose. "Besides the fact that a were wouldn't be able to talk in animal form, you don't smell like one. Actually..." He sniffed again. "You smell a little like Snow."
"And what brings the fae to our encampment?" Artemis drawled, completely unimpressed. "Nothing for our benefit, I'm sure."
"Ooh, clever Warden aren't you?" the cat drawled right in return, grinning at him while his ears folded back. "I already told you I'm here to help."
"Help from the fae is rarely helpful, and even less frequently free."
"Is that so, Warden? Is that what your mother used to tell you before she tucked you snug into bed, after a warm glass of milk and a kiss
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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