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Adrift: Chapter 64 by J. Alan Veerkamp
Several scans to test the integrity of Pakko’s patch on the hull were performed before Arad overrode the emergency protocols to reestablish the atmosphere and drop the bulkhead separating them from the engine room.
Balling up a fist, Pakko gave Arad a gentle tap on the shoulder. “Told ya the weld would hold.”
“I’ve already seen people blown out into space. I’m not looking to for a repeat.” Arad shuddered.
“I hear that.”
The rupture hadn’t been large, but ragged lines in the metal webbed where the air violently escaped after the shot. The breach was sealed, but Pakko planned to weld additional layers from the inside as insurance.
In Pieces #77 (18.4) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Ryan thought his heart might just explode when Deacon told him that Ben’s signal was indeed coming from the direction of the river. Dear God, please let him be all right. Please let us get there in time. How cruel could life be, that he would find Ben just to lose him?
Deacon squeezed Ryan’s arm, drawing his attention from his terrifying thoughts. “Hang in there,” he said. “Everything will work out, okay? We know where he is, that’s half the battle right there.”
Here Kitty Kitty: Chapter 24.3 by Carol Pedroso
Tristan looked around at all the different beings gathered to watch the scrying.
“Everyone is to remain silent and still. If you don’t you could distract me or Fran and that will break the spell. Is that understood?”
Everyone nodded and settled in for the show.
Tristan took a deep breath and ran over the spell in his head again. It was a relatively simple spell, usually taught to beginners. However, it was usually an item being used as the focus. Not a living being.
I ignored Duke Pravolo’s strident call. Ringing blows rained down on the glowing silver, completing the rosette I’d attach to a decorative bridle. I wiped my arm across my sweaty brow.
My throat was parched, so I disregarded the arrogant popinjay in favor of guzzling lukewarm water from the bucket. Alone among the humans with only whispered rumors to guide me, I longed for the cool meadows of my homeland, but I was on a mission.
Humans like him plagued me. They sought me out for the magic I could weave into metal, never divining my true purpose