YP – B1: Finale – Chapter 22

253 Days Until Melancholy and The Uncertain End (part 2)

Heia looked over the remaining things that needed to be done. The Triplets were busy working with Evester and learning how to kill Aralax the way he had. Heia wasn’t certain that he had killed an Aralax — she had, she knew the difficulty of the task — however she had smelt the blood, and seen the muck. The filth wasn’t someone could pretend, unless he bathed in it. Somehow Heia doubted even he was that crazy.

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YP – B1: Finale – Chapter 21

253 Days Until Melancholy and The Uncertain End (part 1) 

It was a day before the proclaimed attack and Evester was nervous. The orphans had been fully packed. Everything was in order for them to leave that night, yet Evester was worried. What if the attack came early? What if the Project spoke the day it was discovered? Why was he so worried about the X’s? Because he had been caught and forced to help Heiphilia and her family with preparations? Perhaps that was the issue. This was an anxiety inducing situation and with each growing hour Evester’s nerves threatened to explode in anticipation rather than fear. What would happen? Would they all die? It was killing him, like the nerves before he tried something new.

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Something of a Dream [RW04]

Something of a Dream [RW04]

She awoke as she always did, naked and next to the body of some man who had been far more attractive when she was drunk than when she was sober. The room smelt thick of cigarettes and the memory of smoke that was etched into the walls and carpets from years of filling the room with smoke so thick one could not see. Plucking the glasses — sharp, cat eyed, and thick rimmed — from the bed side table, she slid her feet from the warmth of the body next to her and to the floor where her slippers lay waiting. 

From the covers she flew, discarding them in her wake, uncaring for the body of the man who had no more business remaining in her house. She took three steps before she was searching for her robe. Turning back to her bed, her side was neatly tucked into the bed and a silken robe lay atop it. Snatching it, she haphazardly threw it around her body and rounded the room divider of her studio loft. Her kitchenette was chilled and unused that morning, other than the steaming hot cup of coffee waiting for her in one of her favorite mugs. 

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My Goodreads

Okay, so I did make a goodreads back in May. I wasn’t sure how I was going to use it to keep track of books, because it simply just wasn’t something I used.

Instead of trying to go through all the books I own and try to figure out when I read them and possibly try to do it that way. I’m going to start with my earliest records of keeping track of the books I read (Aka last January, 2018) and just add in all those books and their read month/year. Anything before that, unless it’s very specific (and I’ve added already), I’m not going to bother.

Yeah, so… if in the future, anyone asks. That’s why.

This blog post is mostly about that. Also about how at some point I’ll learn to keep a consistent Instagram and take photos of all my tea boxes for the tea posts. Sometime. Not today though, (And that’s why I can’t seem to ever do it lol)

Until next time,

MM

YP – B1: Finale – Chapter 20

255 Days Until Silence and The Uncertain End

Zeydar sat next to May, the night before forgotten and their previous battle behind them. They sat atop a hill in the middle of Star Campus next to the Academy, that had direct line of vision to the horizon of the city where the sun was beginning to set over the clouds. 

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YP – B1: Finale – Chapter 19

256 Days Until Broken Friendships and The Uncertain End

All things considered, Zeydar did not have much Sweet Dreams remaining, he noticed as he sat on his balcony looking over Valaria. He had enough for a while. Or he should, if he didn’t up the dosage, which he had been contemplating with how much he wanted to feel. Feel, but not remember.

It wouldn’t be a detriment if he took more, he tried to convince himself. He could always wean himself off of it. He’d done it before and he could do it again. But… the nightmares, the screams, the faces of the dead. It would all come back to him and he did not want that. He wanted to feel without remembering them. He wanted to remember the past when everything was good, not where he was then.

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