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Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book Grappling with my internal sound snare, I make sure it’s the right tautness. That I’ve got the right sieve tucked over the opening—the one that allows Clode to slip through but prevents Rayne’s frosty, snow-falling sobs from penetrating my brain. Keeps her out. I cast my stare…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book The big shirtless male with fiery hair stands in the hallway beyond, arms crossed, brow raised. “Harassing the guards?” “Rather presumptuous of you.” “Your reputation precedes you.” He pokes his head out the door and looks left and right, as though checking we’re all still in one…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book A perfect reminder that this city may glow with a happy radiance, but its beautiful king still toted me around like a toothpick. Perfect reason not to fall too far in love with the place. And it’s hot here—I hate the heat. And Rekk needs to be…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book I’m just … tired. A scalding word burns hot on my tongue, sputters against my lips, hopelessness stomping me like a world lumped on my chest. There’s an ache in my heart that’s leaking … Leaking … I think I’m leaking with it, reaching for something I…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book Joke’s on her because I have no outfits. Her gaze meets mine again, and she bites into another segment of fruit, chewing it while I chew on the way she’s looking at me—seeping enough hostility to make me feel utterly unwelcome. Perhaps if she saw the way…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book The room itself has a cozy feel despite its horrific ceiling art, more urns gushing vines that smother the internal walls, drenched in sunshine pouring through the many windows—those inky blooms flavoring the air with a spicy sweetness. Around a stone table no taller than my knee—and…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book I’ll never outlive the vision nor the jagged cleft of pain that broke through my chest at the sight. Even with her here, on this table, breathing … I’ll wake up from this utopia eventually. I’m sure of it. I’ll jerk up off my pallet and realize…

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Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book Pyrok chuckles, shaking his head. He throws the dice, picking up a shard he ponders, the smile smoothing from his face. “Grihm seen your scars?” “Course not. Why?” He slides the shard into his fan, placing another in its spot on the grid. “Just wondering. Don’t tell…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book A breath shudders into me. Hock’s screams start fierce and frantic before tapering into a gurgled groan as his throat is severed in messy, bone-grinding increments, plumes of blood ribboning down his jerking chest like a ruddy aurora. His body drops. Head stays. Something warm slips from…