Tag: The Hunter
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Patina – Chapter 24
The Hunter groaned. This eye was killing him, and he was lucky this was a figure of speech yet. Yet. The crimson string pulsated with vivid force now. He was getting closer. Pulling on the reins to steer his sled, he passed by a couple of catoblepi that did not seem fazed at all by…
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Patina – Chapter 22
Things had changed for Sadja, and not for the better. She followed the daughter, brother and father as they walked through the tick trees, their boots creaking over hardened sap and glistening resin. Sadja sniffed the air and she did not like what she found: the usual scent of too-ripe peaches mixed with the metallic…
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Patina – Chapter 20
The Hunter looked ahead from the treetops. Not the most comfortable place – but a necessary evil, especially after the Fae’s warning a few days before. He was running out of time, and he needed to find his quarry as soon as he could. With his gloved hand he scraped off some of the Old…
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Patina – Chapter 16
The Hunter lowered his body in the freezing current. It was a sorrowful day a curtain of needle-thin rain scratching against his skin, turning the world into a drab corridor of mists and far-off dark shapes. The river was not any kinder. He let out a displeased hiss as he walked forward, submerging everything up…
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Patina – Chapter 15
Alright, he was getting old. He aimed the rifle’s tip at the space between two large trees. There, half-hidden by the foliage and branches, something large and looming approached. It was dark, seeping some sort of liquid that kissed the ground in large dollops of tar-like drops. “Haaaaalp!” It shouted, its voice vibrating with a…
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Patina – Chapter 12
The Hunter swung with his knife. The reforged blade plunged into the small creature’s hide and it let out a pained shriek, its talons letting go of his arm. There’s no end to them, he thought, casting the nasty critter aside. It hit a tree and rolled on the ground, leaving a bloodied stain on…
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Patina – Chapter 10
The Hunter proceeded at a glacial pace. Second day of the twelve allotted to him, and though a part of him would have much preferred to pull on the reins, rev up the engine and fly through the bushes, the ever-present chorus of growls, hisses and far-off whispers through the woods was a compelling argument…
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Patina – Chapter 7
The Hunter had reached the end of the road. Though he had managed to ride north for two days now, the river had shrunk to little more than a torrent, and he was far enough from the sea that the influence of the Wicked Fae easily overwhelmed any conventional attempt to contain it. Tall grey…
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Patina – Chapter 5
There was a weird stillness to the night forest. With the last embers of sunlight eaten by a growing cover of clouds, not even the moon could peer through and cast the trees’ shapes out of its black veil. They had to make do with lamps and the rare fizz and sputter of electric light. …
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Patina – Chapter 4
It had been a while since he’d been in Arguta’s shop. The furnace blasted heated air and the continuous huff of bellows turned into a roar inside the rounded hall. As soon as he was in he took out his coat. “Cotton?” Arguta pointed out. “I’m going to make you a premium.” “I did not…
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