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When I least expected it, a reprieve. “Thank you, but I really need the things on the list I gave your partner.”
“Supplies? For more than one person. Are you rescuing others?”
“My mate and foals,” I admitted. “The foals were stolen, then sold. I had to steal them back, but they were being held by trolls who also had a large number of other young Beings. Also picked up something called a locus.”
Maize gasped. “I’m so sorry. Are they okay? You also found a locus? They are rare.”
“You’ve heard of them?”
She nodded. “There’s an enclave west
Adrift: Chapter 81 by J. Alan Veerkamp
Thunder and lightning gave way to dense fog.
Wet fog. Dense like molasses. Soup.
Smothered murmurs from behind the door.
Lights stabbed into the soup. Searching. Spying. Finding a ship’s way home.
Invisible spiders crawled over the skin. Inside? Outside? Both?
There’s no way to scratch.
More overlapping voices. They’re more distinct, but the effort to understand is worthless. Unrecognizable noises underwater. Breathing in the fog, thick and wet, felt normal yet shouldn’t. Floating weightless in the warm, wet soup. Fluid?
Spying lights flickered across the eyes.
Here Kitty Kitty: Epilogue Four by Carol Pedroso
Helen clung to her daughter and refused to let go.
“Mom, I’m fine. I wasn’t hurt physically at all.” Karen wriggled but couldn’t get even a finger free.
“I thought I’d lost you,” Helen whispered brokenly.
Zion tried patting his mate’s back but all that did was get him pulled into the hug and Helen cried harder.
Crying from the little bedroom off the lounge they were in finally broke through Helen’s consciousness and made her move.
Karen overtook her running for the bedroom with a cry of “Jilly” echoing through the suit.
Karen scoop up her daughter
Super Trooper #6 (2.2) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Calm down, calm down.
Chan stood rooted to the spot, unable to stop staring at the sexy blond. What were the odds of running into him here? He would have thought astronomical, but then again Tucker Falls wasn’t a very big place. And it had just become a whole lot smaller. Also, did this mean the man was actually gay?
Or worse, was he gay and with someone?
As if to confirm his fears—not that he was entitled to have any since he didn’t even know the man—he watched him lean down to speak with someone at the table he stood beside.