Broken Earth: Chapter 15
He was unable to stop himself from watching Eh-vair in the gym as she took in all the equipment, a smile on her face.
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Broken Earth: Chapter 14
ÉIMHEAR “Wait. What? She wasn’t mad?” He took a sip of his coffee, and shook his head. “No. In fact, her betrothed, who was also in the unit and our one Xelles member, wanted us to become a triad. Very common with their people. She didn’t and neither did I. … Continue reading →
Broken Earth: Chapter 13
He stayed in the greenhouse for a little bit, using the opportunity to check on his plants, before he realized it had been quite a while and his jiva wards hadn’t alerted him to Eh-vair leaving the bathroom.
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ÉIMHEAR Ice flooded her veins as she realized where her hand had strayed in her sleep. Her fingers were resting on Ravi’s thigh, but the edge of her pinky was against something else. The waistband of his pants occluded her vision, but she knew what she was touching. Ravi hadn’t … Continue reading →
Chosen of Kore (the original): 135. Zardria
The Empress lay awake in the darkness long after her Consort had fallen asleep, his arm draped over her waist, and wondered what was to become of her. There was something in her—she could sense it sure as she could hear Caelum’s soft breathing—that was shifting. Changing. She feared it … Continue reading →
Chosen of Kore (the original): 134. Caelum
Things had continued to grow stranger as time went on.
Continue reading →Chosen of Kore (the original): 133. Aro
Packing up his things shouldn’t have taken so long.
Continue reading →Chosen of Kore (the original): 132. Anala
Aro stood with his hands clasped behind his back — a familiar stance — face stoic as he watched her read the paper in her hand.
Continue reading →Chosen of Kore (the original): 131. Yarrow
The next morning, she and Jules would begin their arduous trek into the mountains, beyond the borders of Athering.
Continue reading →Chosen of Kore (the original): 130. Ghia
Her bones were setting and knitting in their broken positions.
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