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Chapter 5 | Wolves Among Us
Apologies for the lengthy wait, but I feel like that’s going to be the normal moving forward, at least until Strangleroot is up and running. Anyway, here’s a new chapter! Chapter 5 “Oh, the poor girl!” Silvia exclaimed. The guests stood in various states of undress in Wulfzhan’s great room. One of the staff had… Read more
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Chapter 4 | Wolves Among Us
Hi, folks. It’s been a long time since I posted any fiction. Wolves Among Us is still progressing, albeit slower than I’d expected with everything else going on. I guess better late than never? Anyway, here’s Chapter 4. Chapter 4 Mel, Kurt, and Tommy followed Sessions out of the room, up the stairs, and then… Read more
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Chapter 3 | Wolves Among Us
Chapter 3 At Gangulf’s insistence, Kurt led Mel and Tommy to seats amongst the other guests. Mel felt everyone’s eyes on them as they stepped over and around limbs and feet to reach the last empty places. Kurt’s glare told her that he felt the attention, too, and she said a silent prayer that he… Read more
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Chapter 2 | Wolves Among Us
The gate swung inward with the whir of an electric motor. Ahead, Wulzhan loomed larger, of a piece with the landscape as much as the trees and mountains themselves. The SUV slowed to a stop before the entrance, and the three travelers disembarked, two craning their necks to gawk at their destination, while the third… Read more
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Wolves Among Us
Chapter 1 I’d originally slated this to be a Halloween story, and I’ll still try to tie it in there, but I’m going to publish it as a serial in its rough draft form. I have no idea how long this is going to be, but based on the first chapter and what got covered,… Read more
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Chapter 7 | le dessert
Griottes noires, pitted and poached in a bitter reduction, served with tonka bean créme, over charred brioche. That’s some story,” John said, scraping the bottom of his metal bowl and eyeing his host’s whiskey jug. Kit, attentive to his guest’s needs, nudged the jug over with the toe of one boot, not bothering to uncork… Read more
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Chapter 6 | le fromage
Cendre de Sainte-Maure, finished over an open flame, served with levain, honey, and fig jam. I had to wait for sundown to find out what Alys had in mind. She said night would be better suited to her work, although she refused to explain what that work might be. I was to learn soon enough.… Read more
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Chapter 5 | le salade
Chicory hearts, stripped and bittered, served with blood oranges, walnuts, Bleu d’Auvergne, and a sherry vinaigrette. The storm raged for two days, and Alys and I holed up in the mission, learning the contours of each other’s bodies and souls. Alys had been foresighted enough to bring food and water and even a little whiskey,… Read more
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Chapter 4 | le plat principal
Cuisse de Nymphe Émue, deglazed and reduced, served in white sauce with wild rice pilaf, paired with petits pois à la Française. It was autumn 1848. After my pa’s death, things changed. Without his income, we were forced to sell off our land a piece at a time. Even so, it was not enough. I… Read more
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Chapter 3 | le poisson
Local whitefish poached in its own juices, served with pommes vapeur, braised fennel, and beurre blanc. I would not see much of Alys Lawless again until the spring of 1842. I was twelve, and my pa figured the time had come to begin my studies in earnest. Of course, those lessons mostly revolved around what… Read more