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Reflections?

Hi all!

We're approaching the end of book one, and I wanted to celebrate by writing a series of 2-4 reflections. These are short vignettes about Ollie, but presented from the perspective of other characters. Each would be approximately 1,000 words long, and depending on the number, I'd shar...

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47. Let's Eat

Just-another day-hunt tummy-full. There was a smugness to the uekiesheile’s qi.

Well, we were both pleased with ourselves. The raid went much better  than expected, and I felt giddy all the way back to the cave. All the  hard work, the training, and the adapting to this...

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46. Midnight Raid

 A sliver of moonlight shone in the sky,  but it was enough for enchanted eyes to see me safely up the narrow  ledge to the escarpment. Enchanted muscles helped me carry a full load  of sharpened stakes on my back. At the top of the escarpment, I let the  enchantments lap...

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45. Preparation for a Raid

Please note that I made a change to chapter 43: When they first meet, the children showed Eight small, parallel scars on their forearms. They were also willing to cut themselves. The implication is that's how children prove they're not Little Horrors. 

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I d...

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44: A Bloody Care Package for Bishkawi

About two miles south of the cave, the escarpment bulged. The layers of limestone stacked such that they rounded like a pregnant belly. The angle was gentle enough for me to  pick my way down. Mostly I climbed, but a couple of times I had to ease  down on my butt. From there, I traveled...

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43: Three Times is Intention

Kaad was dead. Once again, I’d come a  hair’s breadth away from dying. If it hadn’t been for the Healing Water  spell, I’d be dead now. Trading the magic dagger for it was the right  decision. I shook the thought away. There’d be time to reflect on what  happened lat...

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42: The Taste of Justice

In 1961, my family moved from Mexico City  to Sherwood, Oregon. We didn’t fit in, none of us, but we stuck to ourselves and stumbled our way through the gaps between cultures. Mi  abuelo took me hunting, The Phantom Tollbooth introduced me to science  fiction and fantasy, and I v...

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