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One of Them Was Rayna
“Hey… Hey, Phyllis? Phyllis, wake up.” Phyllis groaned into her pillow and rolled over to glare up at her brother. “Morgan? Shit, what — Mor, it’s two in the morning.” “No, Phyllis,” he whispered urgently, tugging at the comforter. “You need to get up.” Something in the man’s voice snapped Phyllis fully awake. “What’s wrong?”…
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Plans: Part 2
Havald grit his teeth as he struggled with unfastening the knots of the ropes binding the last of the wagon drivers. “Your friend has had a few too many moon sugars,” murmured a freed Khajiit as he watched the commotion at the entrance to the small, concealed camp. Though hidden from sight, the rise of…
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Plans: Part 1
“You’re still sitting there?” Havald panted as he jogged down the dune. Not moving from the spot atop the warm stone where she meditated, Risala drew a deep breath through her nose. The air was dry, and hot. It smelled of sand, and sun, and the distant bite of salt, and a sand serpent’s nest…
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Havald’s Choice
With an unceremonious yelp Havald felt every one of the twenty-four stone steps of the Eastmarch barrow. Every single one as he crashed down to the mud and snow at the bottom. “Augh! You — you rot-gutted horker!” he shouted as he drug himself up to his feet. “You can’t just kick me out!” From…
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Be Nice
“You did what?!” John Brightmist rose from the arm of the captain’s chair, holding both hands up in surrender. “Now, hold on, sweetheart. Lemme explain –” Jenny crossed her arms under her chest, glaring at her father as she leaned against the back of the navigation console. “Explain? Explain what, exactly? That you got piss drunk…
Worlds of Risala 