YP – B4:Entr’acte – CHAPTER 25 (CHAPTER 172)


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132 Days Until Fury And the Uncertain End (Part 2)

Evester looked at the blank canvas that would be the new training facility. The warehouse had been emptied and that meant that there were endless possibilities for the space. Evester knew that he was not the best person to be tasked with the job. He also knew that everyone around him had the audacious goal to make sure that he grew in some way.

“In the perfect world it would have everything already built.” Crass laughed to himself. “We can put up some obstacle boxes and practice targets.”

“Practice targets? We know where the Aralax hideout is, lure some out. Real targets are better.” Karla suggested.

“Girl, you are crazy.” Rayda shoved Karla a little. There was a bit of laughter as Evester starred into the whole room taking it all in. Rayda addressed him next, by placing her hand on his shoulder. “But we are going to need models, Evester.”

“As well as a full-scale battle situation.” Evester turned to face them all. The room was so bare, what could they do in the amount of time that they had? “Do they want us to build fake cities?”

“We are going to have to.” Karla looked to her clipboard. “Most of the battles will not be fought on open ground from the notes. We have an advantage in cities, but so do they.” There was a gravity to her voice that had Evester’s entire mood sinking. They did not have the time or the supplies to create an accurate training ground. Nor did they have the human resources to train.

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One Aunt Grace (A Particular History 2) {RW}

One Aunt Grace (A Particular History 2) {RW}

Cynthia always said the door was an oak one. The description of this door changed all the time, but the wood was always oak. It may have been painted red (with white swirls and gold twist knobs and hinges) or bleached oak (with a brass keyhole and a peephole painted black). It sometimes was as large as ten feet and other times just big enough for her to squeeze through at six years old. Most of the time it was a standard seven foot tall, dark brown door with a black handle that could only be pushed down, and squeaked when it tried to move open. It was, however, always oak.

Cynthia doesn’t have a key. Not in the way that Cyndy and I do — or rather I do, as Cyndy lost hers far too long ago. Cynthia does know, however, that her aunt had one. Aunt Grace had a long black iron key that she held on her at all times. Cynthia said it was far too heavy for her to ever hold. (Which was not saying much as the last time Cynthia had been to Aunt Grace’s was when she had been no more than eight and she had been a very weak child.)

Cynthia had only ever gotten a glimpse into the room once — although she swears she had never seen the room open in her life. This attic door, she claimed, was the gateway to a back attic room stuff full of old brown boxes and a single window looking to the outside. The exterior roofline of the house had no such window. And while Cynthia says that’s what she saw, she will likewise swear that it never opened. It never could open. It never should have been opened.

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YP – B4:Entr’acte – CHAPTER 24 (CHAPTER 171)


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Heia stood with Lynx and Onyx as Kim worked with Trace, Robee, and Kori on their training. Heia’s mind wandered to the kiss from night before. The short sweet kiss that had been interrupted by the alarm from Lynx’s computer, telling them that the file was about to finish being uploaded to the EverDanger page. Neither Kim nor Heia had said anything after it. Nothing had come from it.

And Heia didn’t care. 

She should have cared. She kept telling herself to care. But she didn’t. There was nothing that she could force herself to feel. There was no sense of loss nor sense of disappointment. There was no excitement or anxious thoughts circling her head. She watched as Kim smiled with the practice, and knew only the facts. Of course Kim was smiling. Of course Kim was happy. Of course Kim looked perfect as always. 

Something was wrong with Heia, but she didn’t know what it was. 

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YP – B4:Entr’acte – CHAPTER 23 (CHAPTER 170)


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134 Days Until Normality And the Uncertain End (part 2)  

Zeydar sat with Heia’s family feeling more than awkward as Shawn spoke for the both of them. Layla and Andre were anxious regarding siblings. Seemingly, however, Kony was carefree. He did not flinch when Layla slammed her hands down on the table.

“Karla staid where?” Layla snapped. Kony had informed her them that Karla was with Evester in the middle of the Aralax lands. Zeydar was unsurprised that she had exploded in fear, but he was shocked that Kony reacted as if she had whispered the words.

“Crass is good. He won’t let anyone hurt her.” Kony shook his head. “Plus she’s real smart with science.”

“She’s staying with someone she just met and he’s a man.” Andre placed his hand on Layla’s shoulder trying to get her to relax, and speaking to Kony as if he should understand. Zeydar watched as Kony shrugged off the words like they were small water droplets.

“I hardly think that Crass is worth that fear.” Shawn rolled his eyes. “He sees her as a little sister, nothing more.”

“How can you  know that?” Layla hissed.

“Rayda is up there too.” Kony added.

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better? Rayda?” Layla rolled her eyes. Zeydar did not blame her for being protective. The others had gone together but Karla had staid on her own. Comparatively, the others were in a “safer” situation.

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Hello From Scotland

Hello From Scotland

Goodday Voidfriends and Voidfolk,

As I have been hinting for the last couple of months, things have been hectic on my end. This means a bunch of changes for my blog going forward.

Mainly, no book reviews, or at most one a month. I did get a backlog of reviews, but not enough for one a week for every week until I return to the states. I am only bringing 10 books with me, all of which are books I never planned on reviewing. (How does one review The Art of War, afterall.)

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