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The cafe was noisy, in that vague, cheap music and bad coffee machines way. She was conspicuous here, with her silence and her horns, but people were very carefully not looking at her. Having to wait for him annoyed her. Most things about him annoyed her. She had already decided…
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“Your advert said I might be entitled to compensation!” “Yes, sir, but not if you exorcise the ghost yourself.” “Is that in the fine print, is it?” “It’s in the very rapid speech right at the end.” “Well, I’ll be taking my business elsewhere.” “We’re a bit of a monopoly,…
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Third of JuneBygone Manor My dear Louise, I’ve obtained one core and three spawns. Immediately, I was able to establish that they are not a hive mind – none of them knew we’d captured the others! To reabsorb a spawn, it seems the core – he calls himself John –…
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At fourteen, she had exactly two options: she could stay at the orphanage – she’d read enough Dickens to know it wasn’t a bad one – or she could go to a military academy. That would have been fine up until the attacks of 2093, when the academies all upped…
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Writing love letters at school was dangerous business. Someone could find it, and he’d never live it down. Three years left at this school, though if the letter were found maybe he’d have himself thrown out. He wasn’t sure how to go about that, but Tommy H, a year below…
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She sat on the hood of her car, on a bluff overlooking one of the agricultural roads into town. She wasn’t hidden from view – she didn’t need to be. She didn’t want to be. It mattered that they could see her up there. So much of being a warlord…
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He touched the crown of her head reverently. She was tiny. Tiny and perfect. The stork that dropped her off finished preening its feathers and flew off, perching for a while on the nearest tree to make sure people saw a baby had been delivered. A few minutes later it…
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“How can sharks play cards? They don’t have hands.” He would have rolled his eyes, but that would have made her continue that line of jokes. “Anyway, isn’t it illegal?” She asked, changing topics. If only he were as good at card games as at their little games, he wouldn’t…
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