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Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 12Part 12
I'm pretty sure telling the truth (when he can do that already) is only going to piss Gabriel off more. So, how the hell am I going to explain his inexplicable knowledge of the model's death...?
"He's psychic," Nathan told Marq, hoping his smile looked genuine and not desperate. The photographer's horrified expression shifted, becoming confused, so he continued. "You know, psychic? He sees dead people...?"
"Oh." Clearly, Marq wasn't buying it, but he still turned to Gabriel for confirmation. The angel was rubbing his temples, but he nodded.
"Your reaction is precisely why I don't usually bring it up," he said, giving him a half shrug. "Nathan knows, which is why I wanted to talk to him before I took over for Fabrizio in the shoot. Needless to say, that's why I'm uncomfortable with it."
Nathan raised an eyebrow, his jaw dropping. Did Gabriel just...? But his thoughts were interrupted as Marq shook his head and waved his hands, an oddly relieved chuckle escaping him
Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 10Part 10
I get the feeling he's only asking as a courtesy, and would probably come over uninvited anyway. Might as well agree.
Nathan chuckled, rolling his eyes but nodding in agreement. "Okay, but at least give me a little time to do my interview. No offense, Wren, but I don't want her put off by your enthusiasm."
"Why would she be put off by my enthusiasm?" the teen echoed, then shrugged. "Eh, never mind. I need to make the food before it's brought over anyway."
"Good." Nathan pressed his lips together and turned back towards the table. "Well, to work."
He was no more confident now than he was before as he made his way to the table, clutching onto his notebook like it was the only thing protecting him. He knew it was ridiculous that he was this nervous, but it still kept him from shaking. "Ms. Anderson," Nathan greeted when he reached her, freeing one hand from its death-grip on the notebook to extend it to her. "I'm here from the Citizen. Scott couldn't make it."
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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