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    "Miles," Raven says, "say something to prove your brain isn't scrambled. You're upsetting the Emperor. And your mother."

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    He stopped several paces back and, incongruously, bowed. “Frau Ermendrud,” he said, speaking quietly. “It is my great pleasure to meet you.” She could not place his accent. Coastal, maybe? “I am Bren’s partner.”

    In which Ludinus wants the Nein extra distracted for the solstice, and does something about it.

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    Percival does not escape the Briarwoods without paying a hefty price.

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    I lived with this hunger long before the Hail Mary. This is nothing new. I’m fine.

    Right up until Rocky asks another question.

    “When last time you touch other human person skin, question?”

    Oh. Oh no. “When I… a few days after I first woke up here.”

    Rocky starts to relax for a split second, but then tightens when something occurs to him.

    “Grace crewmates dead when you wake up. You said this, statement. You not even know your own name, remember nothing, see dead bodies, confirm?”

    I nod, because if I open my mouth I will gag.

    “When last time Grace touch ALIVE human person, question.”

    I swallow thickly. I don’t answer aloud because I know Rocky can hear the hitch in my breath. My stomach churns with fresh bile. He senses my vital signs tick over into stress patterns and goes very, very still again.

    “Grace. When last time, question.”

    I clench my jaw so hard my temples ache, and beg him with my eyes to just stop.

    “Grace. Please say not when… when Evil Stratt humans put you to sleep.”

    I can taste grass.

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    AKA: Grace starves for more than just food on the journey to Erid.

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    A sequel series about language, communication, miscommunication, integration, letting go of fear, and watching amazement grow in the space it leaves behind.

    Each work can stand alone. However, they do complement each other.

    Nothing I post is AI generated.

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