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Chapter 24: Reaping Tears | page 4
Alainna staggered, but kept her feet, though her broken wings trailed uselessly behind her on the floor. Seon was straddling the pretty blond man, who was trying to clear his head. She stooped to retrieve her fallen dagger and made an off-balance dash at the great ugly ogre that had destroyed her wings.
“Get the baby and return it to the cathedral,” Seon growled.
Gritting her teeth, Alainna aborted her attack. One did not lightly disobey the orders of the Emberguard. Seon was regarding the human boy, who was struggling to clamber to his feet.
“What of these life-clingers?” she asked
She did not like the idea of leaving anyone … Read more.
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Bullet pun here
It’s been one of those days. Monday, it was blood loss form a stupid-tiny head wound. Yesterday, it was a migraine straight from Satan’s rectum. Today, it’s just a little bit of both. And the cats peeing on the floor. And Aron having a hard day of work. And having weird techno stuck in my head.
The long and short of it is that I’m way too tired to be witty (or at least to make the attempt), but the Internet still has sweet stuff flooding in. I shall do my duty and share these coolnesses:
- Is the self-publishing rise vilifying publishing houses? Paul Carr has
Chapter 24: Reaping Tears | page 3
Something furry hit Gripper in the stomach, painfully knocking the wind out of his lungs and sending him reeling back into Kessa and Vyron. The Dailons stumbled and fell under him.
A snarling Lyran in bright red robes was standing over them, a drawn nanosword in paw, curved like a great fang and running with shifting colors like oil on water. The blade whistled over their heads in a deadly arc as Gripper and the Dailons fell in a tangle of limbs to the floor. Much taller than the blue-skinned parents, Gripper didn’t escape the blow unscathed. The molecule-thin edge sheered through the tip of his long left ear. He … Read more.
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- E.D. Lindquist
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