One guard was heading for the slave factor’s house; the other was heading for Mélanie’s distraction.
Mélanie trailed back from the stalking slaver-guard enough to whisper a Working that would shake the grasses and make a lot of noise in a slowly retreating stream and then one that would throw her own voice all over the place. Then she followed Neil into the house to the side of the slave pens, swallowing the bile in her throat. She hated this place, even if she’d never been in it.
He let himself in — probably not fae; she wouldn’t give someone like this an open invite to her house if she had him in her employ, but humans weren’t limited by thresholds the way the fae were — and headed upstairs. She waited on the porch, since she couldn’t go into the guy’s house without an invitation, and focused on making the noise outside the gate distract Neil’s partner.
The slave factor came down the stairs several minutes later and out the door, trailed by Neil and a slave. The factor was buttoning his pants; the slave was wearing a blanket as a sort of wrap, a collar, and a nervous expression. Continue reading →
Deline considered their prisoners, the wounded, the dead, and those in between. “Who of you who’ve surrender have medical training?”
One person cautiously raised their hand.
“Just basic field stuff.”
“Okay. So. If you have surrendered, you are now under the care and aegis of the crown of the Bear. You belong to the Bear until your trial. I am going to put you to work seeing how many people we can save, do you understand?”
This is a guest post written by Victoria Corva – https://tootplanet.space/@vicorva
People keep asking me to talk about how to run a successful kickstarter, and I guess I did that — run a successful kickstarter, I mean. But it feels disingenuous to say it. My kickstarter was a success because it fully funded, but the amount I was looking for was not high, and I don’t feel that the credit lies with me. I wasn’t looking to launch a bestseller career or get my name in articles or anything like that, and that’s just as well because I didn’t.
What I was trying to do was to get together enough money to publish my book. A small, specific dream. To cover proofreading, cover art, and ISBNs. I needed about £1000 to get all three, but I was so desperate to publish that I figured I would ask for just enough to cover proofreading (about £700) and would somehow pull the rest from my already drowning bank account.
That might not seem like a risky thing. £700 might not seem like a lot to ask from friends and family, and kickstarters regularly fund with thousands of pounds. But I knew my chances better.Continue reading →
Pau had first noticed it on a hunting run on a rainy day and had, when the rain became too intense, hidden under its very broad overhangs.
The next time up the mountain, Pau tried to find the house — but nothing was there.
Pau didn’t go up the mountain every day, only when food was needed and the weather was supposed to be good (or when food was really needed and the weather wasn’t supposed to be horrible ), and not on any particular schedule, since sometimes the hunting came down the mountain on its own and sometimes a trader passed through their little settlement and then they had things like cheese and sausage and, sometimes, spices. Continue reading →
She came out of the shower feeling a little more relaxed and a lot more certain. The Olivias were waking up,and Abby noted that they had found some small wheeled suitcases and packed up all of their purchases — except an outfit laid out for Abby.
Liv knew her tastes. She smiled and changed while the three stretched and moaned.
“That,” ‘Via muttered, “is the best night of sleep I have ever had.”
“Ditto.” Olly touched her toes and reached up to the ceiling a couple times. “Wonder if there’s breakfast before we head on.”
It was a strange feeling, even after the little trick she’d done in the wagon, walking up to someone while completely invisible and inaudible.
Mélanie did it anyway, because Jasper had agreed to let her come along, and this had been the thing she could do better than him (or than Kearney, but since, as far as they knew, Kearney had no magic, that wasn’t as much of an accomplishment.
Kearney was, in the meantime, sliding through the back in a gap in the fence that was too small for an adult or even most children — Kearney was very good at moving in tight spots and didn’t have much fear of getting caught on the wires. A lifetime ago, Mélanie might have asked but shouldn’t we worry about DNA?, but here, now, there was nobody with the resources to pull that blood off the wires and run it through the right machines, even if Kearney left any blood.Continue reading →
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They turned a corner to a hall they hadn’t been in before to find a Relaxation Center, which appeared to be a series of beds in the back and massage chairs in front.
“Now this,” Abby mutters, “every mall needs. Let me tell you, when we get out of here, I’m going to get rich — somehow — and then I’m going to build a mall with a hotel attached. A little one. But attached.”
“When we get out of here,” Olly retorted quietly, “I am never going into a mall again. I might even avoid strip malls. Shop online. Buy from local boutiques in stand-along buildings. Although, with all the shopping we just did, I might not need to shop for a few years.”
Abby flopped down on a bed. “Guys, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m so – so miserable.”Continue reading →
Mélanie bit her lip. “It’s going to be dangerous,” she offered carefully. The kitchen seemed too small, too tight; Jasper was getting ready to go out and she wanted to wrap herself around him and make him stay.
“I think it’s worth the risk.” Jasper’s smile was still bright; he wasn’t looking at her right now, so she could look as worried as she wanted without bothering him. “Besides, it’s not going to be that dangerous.”Continue reading →