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DRIFTERS |
Until now he had successfully forced
the wolf into submission. But the cost
appeared to be a conflict that had produced a rift in his mind; the human, with
his high ideals, untutored philosophy, yearning for peace, the wolf, cowed but
angry, gathering its energy, taunting him with the promise that one day... |
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HERE
THERE BE WEREWOLVES |
A series of four related drabbles. Written for the challenge word "Cartography." |
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MARKING
TIME |
The smell of old books never leaves the library--no matter how often they have pizza or how many times they spill coffee or soda or even clean up demon gunk after a battle--that dry, wispy scent of yellowing paper and dusty words always reasserts itself. |
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PIECES
OF OZ |
Summer nights this far north are short. Even so, once in a
while, they still get to him. There is no safe cave to barricade himself in, no
expanse to ground him, humanize him. So he fights it. Change means changing
back, and it's too easy to get lost up here. Oz suspects sometimes that he's lost anyway. |