Tag: writing
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Patina – Chapter 44
She was still ensnared. Her ankle still tinkled softly as she and her captor slumbered through the southern part of the blasted city. Now that they had found a place where to rest, he had spent hours chanting in some language she did not understand, drawing a circle of blood around the corner where they…
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Patina – Chapter 43
The Hunter knew, in his heart of hearts, that moments of peace were either short lived, or paid for at a steep price. Often both. And yet, he couldn’t help himself. Watching the thin girl devour the cans put a dry smile upon his lips. There was just something about her eagerness that reminded him…
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Patina – Chapter 42
Throughout the whole expedition, Cloria had lost or broken many things. Her pride was one of those, notwithstanding her posturing with the crew. But as Spirits would have it, she had managed to save her spyglass. She brought it up to her eye, scanning through kilometers of forest, through the air now finally clearing from…
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Patina – Chapter 41
Sadja’s mind had wandered through dark corridors. Sometimes she was back in the underground hallways she had escaped from, but this time no matter how far she ran or how fast, a tall figure in white always reached for her from behind, holding her with her hook-like hands and pulling her in the dark with…
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Patina – Chapter 40
The girl was bleeding silver. She had been doing as much for hours by now. Her forehead shone with a faint glisten of fever, and he had foregone a bit of sleep to check on her. As the fire crackled and the last hour of night gave way into an uncertain morning, he rummaged through…
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Patina – Chapter 39
For days, Verna’s mind had wandered back and forth from Belacqua, from her best and brightest pupil. Every time she reached for her mind, everything seemed perfectly composed. Her brilliant Sight marooned in a sea of deep-seated fears, their scars giving shape to each of her tomorrows. Those were the reins she had to put…
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Patina – Chapter 38
The Hunter stood up, pushing the Eerie corpses aside. The night was licking its wounds as the wall of silver flames and smoke spread around, eating through the assailers and their cursed flesh. From downhill rose a choir of shrieks, calls, mangled words spoken by misshapen mouths. The smell of charred bones touched his nostrils…
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Patina – Chapter 37
She was beginning to understand why they called it the Tide. Wave after wave of monsters rolled uphill, breaking against the defenses, but as they withdrew and charged once again, they reached ever higher. A few of the smaller ones already skittered past the burning piles of firewood, piling on the corpses of the slain,…
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On Making Stupid Mistakes
One of the effects the 100-days-challenge is having on me is how I respond to making mistakes, i.e. my greatest and deepest fear. Yesterday I realized that almost all the links I carefully recorded to ease navigations were wrong (I uploaded the admin version of the link instead of the public one). Much facepalming later,…
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Patina – Chapter 36
Walking had never been as easy affair for Elissa, even less so since the… drastic measures she took in her childhood. Usually she had her palanquin bearers to carry her about, or at least a few guards would help her; but this was far from ordinary circumstances. To complicate matters, Augurs were not known for…
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