Sophia Martin
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The dragon thing wasn’t really a viable threat. Sure, they could do a lot of damage once they got here, but how long would that take? It was more of a way to distract Richina so I could get into the shrine and find out what had happened to Wesley. Richina obviously knew I was capable of shifting to the adjacent world, so I was expecting her to have a way to stop me. And if not her, Arthur would be waiting. I didn’t feel confident just barging in. I’m English, we prefer to RSVP well in advance. I…-
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You win some, you lose some. Afterwards, you say GG. Good Game. And what do you mean? Well played and take care? No, you mean a lot of different things. It’s amazing how nuanced a couple of letters can be. Sure, after the game, shake hands, GG, it is a polite acknowledgement of sportsmanlike behaviour. You don’t see it used like that very often. You may think you do, but no. Say it before the end and it means game over, but that could be good or bad. Say it to yourself and it means you’re fucked,…
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I didn’t really kill Maurice. I wouldn’t do something so monstrous. Sure, I’ve killed people before, but they deserved it. They were animals who needed to be put down, but Maurice was Maurice. He may have made mistakes, taken the wrong path, but he didn’t deserve to die. I couldn’t have just taken his life. Nope, you’re wrong, I killed him. The wooden sword, glowing with a gentle white light, slid into his chest. His eyes widened, his mouth fell open, and his glasses slid down his…
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At times like these, it’s easy to question your own judgement. Maybe it would be best to let the others do as they pleased. What did I care? At least they knew what they were doing, technically speaking. If they wanted to go off and rule the world — be it this one or the one we left behind — it would be a lot easier to step back and leave them to it. My role would be greatly simplified if I allowed them to fuck it up themselves. It’s not that easy, though. Things aren’t always as they appear,…
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“You’re saying this was all Jenny’s idea from the start?” “Does it matter?” said Maurice. He wasn’t making eye contact with me, but then he never made eye contact with anyone. Plus, he was still somewhat flustered by the cannibals. Intolerance reared its ugly head once again. “They aren’t going to eat you,” I said. “Not until I say they can.” My reassuring words didn’t seem to help. Maurice began to breathe heavily. He may have been hyperventilating. “Why would Jenny want…
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“Are they really cannibals?” asked Maurice, nervously looking around. The islanders stared unblinkingly at Maurice, which could easily be confused with ravenous hunger and portion selection. “Oh, yes,” said Laney. “They eat people like you for breakfast. Which is only a few hours away.” “What is she doing here?” Maurice seemed more disturbed by the Princess’ presence than that of the cannibals. “I have no idea,” I said. “She keeps turning up. Be careful or I’ll give you to her…
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The first rule of fight club is not ‘You don’t talk about fight club.’ Enforcing strict non-disclosure agreements is requisite for a lot of groups — governmental agencies, drug cartels, the Catholic Church — but fighting has some rather more imperative concerns to deal with. Rule number one, don’t get killed. How you go about this somewhat primitive concept is a matter of judgement, but I would say chief among the options is to not take on more than you can handle, like for example, a huge…
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Cowdrey had a lantern in his hand. I guess he couldn’t see in the dark, although I’m not sure if that’s a vampire ability or not. It would probably also have helped if he had eyes. Not that he didn’t have all the normal facial features you associate with a face, only his were drawn on — Cowdrey was a large wooden doll. His head was completely round making him look like a smiley face emoji. Never a frown with Cowdrey around; not unless you ripped his head off and put it back upside…
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I was living alone by the time I was eighteen. I had a job, I had enough money to take care of myself, after a fashion, and I had very few expenses other than the basic utilities — water, electricity, internet. Boo hoo, poor Colin on his own. Trust me, it was fine. When your life has been a nightmare of being stuck with the wrong people, being alone is a step in the right direction. It would have been nice to go to university, but more for the opportunity to have some kind of restart among people who…
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“I will need something from the person you wish to make the doll of,” said Mrs Somya. “Hair, semen, saliva, semen…” “You said semen twice,” I said. “Whatever’s easiest for you,” she said. “I think you have the wrong idea about me.” She had the wrong idea about a lot of things, so at least she was consistent. “As you please.” She had a whittling knife in her hands, quickly and efficiently reducing a piece of driftwood to wood chips as she spoke. It would have been impressive…
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