Tag: Sadja
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Patina – Chapter 83
Sadja slumped down the tree. Her forces ebbed from her scraped body, slipping down her arms and legs like so many drops of her argent blood. The only thing that mattered in this whole conundrum in the way. She was so tired. Sounds of screams and explosions reached her, which only made her ears twitch.…
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Patina – Chapter 82
Sadja lay stricken amidst the ruins of her thoughts. What else was there to do for her? She’d just lay there like a good girl, and wait for the tiles to turn into their allotted place. They would be given tasks and they would complete them, as it was supposed to be. A world that…
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Patina – Chapter 79
It was different from the first time, when she had launched herself over the waterfall, into the unknown. She hit branches, wet sap splashing against her face, over her body, sticking to her tail and ears. Her back scraped against a pine’s bark and then snow rose to embrace her fall. She stumbled, rolled, fell…
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Patina – Chapter 78
Sadja shook her head. The mere thought that what Verna was saying could be true tainted her down to her very soul. “No. No, it’s not… that’s not what happened. That wasn’t you.” The Augur sighed and patted her head, still treating her like a misbehaving child who needs her lesson taught again. “Didn’t the…
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Patina – Chapter 77
This was it. The Hunter pulled the cannon up on his other shoulder. Damn this thing was heavy. Next to him, Cloria raised her protective torch, the crimson smoke reduced now to a single ribbon rising straight into the shite sky. “There’s nobody here,” she commented, passing her hand nervously on her gun. The rows…
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Patina – Chapter 75
Not a moment too soon, Sadja gave a light pull on the ropes. They still held fast, but they were getting thinner and thinner. If she ever came to the end of this, she did not want to see a rope ever again. At the very least, she was becoming quite apt at getting out…
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Patina – Chapter 73
Sadja gritted her teeth, holding the piece of dried meat they had given her. It smelled sickly sweet and she would have preferred to eat anything else. Even the poor vegetables from the moth-people home, or the strips of meat the Hunter had given her had been much much better. Not to mention canned food.…
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Patina – Chapter 69
Sadja did not have much time to dream. Every time she came back, they were quick to stun her once more. She tried to hide it, but sooner or later the sled would hit a rock, or take a sharp twist, and she’d let out a surprised yelp, or shiver too much, or she’d frown…
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Patina – Chapter 64
One more thing that had changed, for Sadja, was she learned how to recognize when she was dreaming. Before, everything was confused. She went through her days like flipping book pages, most of them flowing before her eyes without really taking to memory what happened in each of them, and every one quite similar. Wake…
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Patina – Chapter 59
The Hunter rubbed his face, trying to see how much of himself was still there. For a given value of there. “How can you be here?” He frowned. “And what’s happened to my body?” “Your body is perfectly busy dying,” she replied matter-of-factly. “Which is one of the reasons why we don’t have much time.…
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