Sophia White
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It took some finagling on my and Aqua’s part to get the party back up. Experience said that a round of Liquid Gold would do the trick, and it did indeed. Soon everyone was back to merry chatter. Richter had absconded to the back office with Annie and his father to discuss. I kept wanting to go listen in, but my mature mind told me that they would come talk to me when they were ready. They did eventually return, and Otto shook my hand to introduce himself, then disappeared back into the night as…-
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“So, trackin’ magic, eh?” I frowned at the stupidly gaudy business card. Richter pointed at some of the faintly glowing runes. “Aye. It’s a standard type.” “See!? A right bastard!” Johnsson complained. I rolled my eyes. “Ugh. He was insufferable to talk to, too. I’m glad I had ya check. Thanks Richter!” Richter was downright Blackbeard had cornered me at the launch party and waxed poetic about Kinshasa and becoming one of his ‘minions’ for “What are you going to do with…
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Louis Blackbeard sighed as the carriage hit another bump in the road. His clan paid millions of gold in taxes every year. They did His eyes wandered out to the passing landscape. While he much preferred the bustling caves and canyons of Kinshasa, the open landscape of Minnova had its own charm. And speaking of charm… Louis closed his eyes and imagined that moment in the Arena. The It had been His mind wandered on to the brewers of that nectar. The Thirsty Goat was ostensibly owned by the…
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You slowly become numb to ‘Big Days’. They still have meaning and impact, they just lack the same *oomph* they did before. On Earth most of my ‘Big Days’ were Sammy’s hockey games and the occasional local meat & brew-festivals. We just weren’t big into the competition scene, preferring to keep things simple and lucrative. Our VV Vineyard made up for in heart what it lacked in blue ribbons. Things were, of course, completely different here. I had contests to win, and people to convince, and a…
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By the time everyone woke up, Bran and I were busy in the kitchen. The faint scent of baking filled the air and a whiff of smoke poured out of the kitchen alongside the sound of our bickering. “Pete, fer the last time! I don’t have that ingredient!” “Uh, what about this one?” “I can’t read it!” “Right right. Let me just copy it down in my notebook. Maybe… . Uggghhhh, Tiara’s Saggy Teats.” “No go either?” “Nope. Add ‘spice rack’ to the list along with my immersion…
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I’m pretty sure there was a party. I say pretty sure because someone broke out the Barista Brew - probably Copperpot - and I got blitzed and I must have drunk a lot, because while I find the Liquid Gold Which was why I was now seated in an absolutely trashed Thirsty Goat Pub drinking some of Bran’s hangover caudle special - this time made with Barista Brew. Everyone else was still either unconscious in the brewroom, stashed in an alley somewhere between here and the arena, or in a tangle of limbs…
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Interludes are best accompanied by calming music. When the magical screen that separated us from the arena snapped to ‘opaque’ I passed the time by teaching everyone the lyrics to my favourite songs from ‘Hairspray’. I was especially proud of my filk of I’d been concerned that the entire event would get called off, but a bunch of black-suited ushers ran around to assure everyone that there would be a short intermission while the judges ‘judged’ and the contest would resume soon. They also…
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“Did we just win?” Johnsson asked, peering blearily up at Blackbeard’s image. “I t’ink we did?” Richter said, rising to his feet. “WOO! FER CRACK AN - “ This time it was me “Not a good time!” Annie hissed. “The contest isn’t over! And everyone is going to be “*Groan* Blackbeard was supposed ta be a problem, but this is Could we escape the arena without being torn apart by angry ? It would have been one thing if we’d won after the fact, but Blackbeard’s little show made…
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I have three pieces of news! First piece of exciting news! The book 2 cover is done, with Penelope taking up her fair share of real estate, and has a final title! Second bit of news! The epilogue just got posted to the Patreon, so book 2 is done! I hope you all enjoyed it so far! It'll be going through editing now, complete with a few changes. Thanks to everyone that pointed out plot holes and/or inconsistences! The biggest benefit of RR is that readers tell me those Finally, I'll be going on a break…
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The armoured goat rattled up to the platform. I could barely make out anything beyond its dappled nose, and I snorted as its shoulder stuck on a jutting edge of the platform. The goat bleated accusingly, then stood stock still. Malt hopped down to release the poor thing and heft the cask and its accompanying note onto the table. Then he pulled three Whistlemugs from a cupboard in his lectern and I raised an eyebrow in surprise. That brief glance had revealed a dozen odd mugs under there. We hadn’t…
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