Patricia Wilson
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Truth wasn’t sure he woke up. It was black as the inside of his eyelids, even when he thought his eyes were open. Did he go blind? It wouldn’t be surprising after… everything. Truth floated in the cool well water, trying to wrap his head around that thought. He had been ordered to die. Ordered It occurred to him that he had been working for Starbrite his whole life and had only just started getting paid for his labor. Truth rolled over and nearly drowned. “WATER? I’m floating! How did I not…-
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Truth floated, dead at the bottom of the well. No strange dreams, no spiritual journeys. Dead. Unquestionably and irretrievably. If the observer had brows, they probably would be rubbing them with frustration. The universe remained silently indifferent to the observer’s plight. There was yet more silence. After the battle ended and everyone left, it got very quiet indeed. Sooner or later, locals would come out to loot what remained. The observer sighed and tried to cast the spell. Nothing happened,…
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“Comms! Is the bird down?!” Truth bellowed. His ears were ringing from all the explosions. He hoped the Comms operators were still alive. “The Redhawk is perched in the field behind us. More incoming hostiles. We have to evac NOW, Sarge!” Truth was moving before his brain processed the order. He grabbed a shell-shocked Ludovic and threw him out of the trench, shoving him towards the door. “Go, go, go!” He grabbed the Chief Suit, who only looked a bit better than Ludovic, and threw him out…
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The carriages raced for the secondary airstrip, the backup identified by Plan C. The only reason Truth had any hope whatsoever that their enemies did not already hold it was that the “airstrip” was a flattened stretch of scrub-like desert that some wildly optimistic local tried to turn into a farm. Nowhere was it listed as an airfield. It was a little rammed earth house, a shed made of thin sticks, and a big flat bit of desert in the middle of nowhere. Fingers crossed. “Sir, I know you can’t tell…
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The mission was simple- escort the package from the pickup at the dock in the fishing village of Itum, County Hostfa, in the Ressilaud Free State, to the hand-off at an airstrip three hundred kilometers inland. The “airstrip” in this case is a reasonably flat stretch of scrub-filled desert twenty minutes drive from the village of Rezum, County Iilofa, still in the Ressilaud Free State. Ressilaud was indeed a very free state. In that, there was no effective law enforcement. It was generally understood…
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Truth ran out into the club. Club staff were running over to the VIP booth with large sheets hanging from curtain rods. In seconds, they had the whole booth cordoned off. Truth burst through, the young idiot on the ground and frothing at the mouth. The party girls huddled against the back of the couch, looking shocked. Truth took one look and whipped out a few bone slivers from their case. “Anybody spell him?” “I got a detox off, but it’s not taking.” A guard replied. “Not good.” Truth…
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It was the double whammy- a miserable teenage child wailing about luxury Truth couldn’t have imagined two years ago, throwing an absolute fit, and then, when she got him alone, inviting him to… do something about it. With his muscly arms. She just needed someone. Someone strong enough for her. Someone she could rely on, not like her absentee parents. Truth was absolutely dead at this point. Even knowing this was a setup, she hooked him. Her soft hands pressed against his chest, as she lightly pushed…
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He collapsed on his sofa at the apartment. The apartment, in its entirety, wasn’t nearly as nice as the private cabin on the flight home. Should he invest in an upgrade? But Harmony was doing his national service soon. It will be just Sophia and Vigor most of the time. The apartment would only get bigger and bigger. Especially since Sophia would be going to college after her national service. Or before, if she got a deferment. Same with Vig, probably. Getting a bigger, nicer place would be a waste,…
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Captain Clavegaugh looked her usual collected self. She nodded at Truth (who had to control the instinct to salute) and then nodded him to his seat. “You have a lot of questions. Sit, listen, then ask.” Truth nodded. Clavegaugh continued. “This first part I’m saying with my military hat on. I reviewed the recordings from your drop armor. Your skill put down so many enemy combatants so quickly, there was no chance of any organized resistance. We took down He nodded awkwardly. One more friend and…
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They landed at Lowi International, which served the world with spellbirds that could hold three hundred people in varying degrees of comfort. He walked over to the ticket counter, directly ignoring the snaking, She looked up, her endless training restraining her utterly justified snarl. She was about to direct him to the back of the line when she spotted the pin. Her tablet made a quiet “Out of curiosity, what’s that cost in wen?” “Wen? I’d have to check the rates… Ah, in wen, 9,750 plus…
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