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Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book My blood chills, my rapidly beating heart making my head spin, certain I’m going to pass out. Not that it stops me from slaying the Incognito King with a glare I hope he feels all the way to his bones. I should be able to die how…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book This is not looking good. I peer internally, dropping toward my lake, jolting at the sight—the usually smooth, frosted expanse now a litter of ice shards and upturned burgs spearing skyward. What a mess. I hightail it out of there, casting my gaze back on the small,…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book I didn’t have to show her the orb—I would’ve gotten away without it. But I was in a rush. Distracted. So fucking desperate to complete the mission I’d fought for. I’d been blind. Stupid. Selfish. And now Essi’s dead. I groan, the fresh information a savage slice…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book Looking past the oversized brown tunic shrouding the top half of my body, I see iron cuffs bound around my ankles with an interlocking chain. My wrists bear the same, the chain draped between them connected to the one between my feet with a stumpy length of…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book His beady gaze swivels to me, widening. “You s-s-sure?” “Certain,” I say, gaze flicking to his hidden hole in the back corner. “You need the energy more than I do.” Love a good hope charge, futile as it is. Arm extending, the clawed tips of Wrook’s paw…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book Silence reigns. He steps closer to the bars, arms crossed over his broad chest, the uncomfortable absence of sound dragging on for so long it pecks at me. “Were you … waiting for something?” I ask, frowning. “Yes. For you to shift into the light so I…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book “He was h-hooded.” “Okay,” I whisper, brushing her hair back off her face. “That helps, Essi. Did you see the color of his hood? Was it red?” “N-no.” Probably not from here. “What did he smell like?” “Leather,” she rasps. “S-smoke sticks. When he walked away, his…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book I douse the corner of another small cloth, tuck it in my sheath with a stick of flint, then move toward the window, pausing by the seater where I drop to a kneel. Brushing my hand through Essi’s hair, I take in the sharp slopes of her…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book A tear shreds down my cheek as I lose sensation in my fingers and toes. My arms and legs. Part of me wants to fight it. To be strong for Essi, despite the fact that I’ve never felt weaker in my life. To tear the fucking world…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book She sings Clode’s strangling tune before the beaded soldiers get a chance to speak a single word. It’s not a gentle song. The Other does not leave room for mercy. There are no sips of breath for gasped begging. Instead, she minces their lungs in an instant,…