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  <title>Books A-Baking</title>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-01-12:2748757:10913</id>
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    <title>By Firelight</title>
    <published>2025-05-02T20:47:57Z</published>
    <updated>2025-05-02T20:51:01Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;The dark out in the woods is never the same as the dark of a city. I think we all know that, but knowing and remembering are two things alien to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my experience, recalling a forest at night is like recalling a broken leg. Even when you've gone through it, remembering the feel of it is slippery until you're back there. A snapped fibula must hurt. A glade after sunset must be dark. But how much it hurts and how dark it gets you won't fully appreciate until it happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, getting reacquainted with the void of a moonless night out in mother nature was where I found myself when the strangers approached my fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/10913.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/9168.html"&gt;Story overview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=10913" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-01-12:2748757:10747</id>
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    <title>A WEREWOLF IN OCTOBER - EPILOGUE (DONE)</title>
    <published>2023-07-16T18:40:47Z</published>
    <updated>2026-01-18T22:02:34Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;"You ready to do this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could make a comment about being born ready, but that'd be superfluous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe I'm this nervous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll do fine. Everyone must have a first time sometime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was intentional innuendo, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/10747.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/10240.html"&gt;Chapter 13&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5971.html"&gt;Story Overview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=10747" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-01-12:2748757:10240</id>
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    <title>A WEREWOLF IN OCTOBER - CHAPTER 13 (Line Editing left)</title>
    <published>2023-07-16T18:35:05Z</published>
    <updated>2026-01-18T22:02:16Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say Arturo ambushed her in the kitchen would be an exaggeration, but not by much. She'd been filling up a bowl with cereal all on her lonesome, only to turn around and find him standing by the table, a folder in hand and a grim look of determination fixated on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a moment?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A laugh escaped Jayla, nerves fighting with how overly dramatic this face-off had to look. "Sure. Is this the weirdly serious confession conversation that Vivian's been foreshadowing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arturo hovered by the table until she took a seat. He gave off huge 'panicking during a job interview'-vibes which got Jayla's adrenaline pumping out of pure empathy. He opened the folder without preamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You going to tell me what I'm looking at or am I supposed to guess?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/10240.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/10068.html"&gt;Chapter 12&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/10747.html"&gt;Epilogue&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5971.html"&gt;Story Overview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=10240" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-01-12:2748757:10068</id>
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    <title>A WEREWOLF IN OCTOBER - CHAPTER 12 (Line Editing left)</title>
    <published>2023-07-16T11:34:24Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;Isha walked on shaking legs, Rahul's hidden hands on her shoulders. Rapid puffs of air stirred the hairs on the back of her neck in a panicked beat. Her breathing wasn't any steadier, even though he'd made the dash back and forth to the lab on his own before joining her. She only had nerves to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pricked her left thumb, her right already wrapped with a plaster. A pearl of blood formed on her skin. She drew it across her wrist, a thin trail of sticky discomfort. Giving her thumb a squeeze, she encouraged it to continue leaking, needing more to paint her throat with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be enough. It supposedly wasn't the amount of blood that mattered when you dealt with vampires, just the scent of it in the right places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trial by fire for which of Woxell's teachings were lies and which weren't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/10068.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/9951.html"&gt;Chapter 11&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/10240.html"&gt;Chapter 13&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5971.html"&gt;Story Overview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=10068" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-01-12:2748757:9951</id>
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    <title>A WEREWOLF IN OCTOBER - CHAPTER 11 (Line Editing left)</title>
    <published>2023-07-03T19:24:25Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jayla woke in sheets sticky with cold sweat. Her jaw ached, her skin prickled with the chill of sleeping on her own in a far too large bed, and her thoughts struggling to exit the dream that had thrown her half-awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! You're okay, you're okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian's bright brown eyes took up Jayla's sleep-blurred field of vision and warm hands took her gently by the shoulders. Her presence kicked the last of the nightmare under the rug. Jayla finally managed to take a deep breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face went from clammy and cold to burning. "Sorry for the drama."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have nothing to apologize for. Don't you think the rest of us had bad dreams after our first big showdown with creeps?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayla's face turned the heat up a notch. If only. No, her subconscious had to cook up an 'it was all a dream' scenario, where she woke up in her parents' basement with a sarcastic invitation to Brandon and Carla's wedding. &lt;em&gt;As if Carla would settle for Brandon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is everyone?" Jayla's lingering unease from the far too mundane stress dream bled over into the fact she and Vivian were the only two people in the living room. "What's wrong with the light?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/9951.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/8887.html"&gt;Chapter 10&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/10068.html"&gt;Chapter 12&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5971.html"&gt;Story Overview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=9951" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-01-12:2748757:9557</id>
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    <title>She's following</title>
    <published>2022-10-08T21:18:30Z</published>
    <updated>2022-10-08T21:18:47Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">She is there around the next bend in the path, she is above in the sky, she is below under ground, she is the trees, she is the water, she is the wind biting at his skin. He will run and run and run and run and there will be no point to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he keeps running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stumbles after hours or days. He hits the ground with a weak grunt of pain, too tired to catch himself. His whole body aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stands over him, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't speak. She doesn't get his words. It's the one thing he &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; deny her, so he does. Cries and shrieks and sobs she gets eventually, but never anything with meaning beyond pain. If she hunts him like an animal, he'll play the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The castle looms, dark and crumbling. He has no memory of the journey back, no clear idea of how he ends up locked in this room again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The portraits are still there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He traces shaking fingers along the frame of the oldest one. She smiles at him here too. His own face does as well, mocking him. The paint looks freshly dry. There is no dust here. No fading from sunlight or age. Their eyes stare down at him and they are all her eyes, even his, searching him, weighing him, laughing at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He buries his face in his hands and lets himself scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=9557" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-01-12:2748757:9270</id>
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    <title>Introductions Without Names</title>
    <published>2022-07-05T08:45:44Z</published>
    <updated>2025-05-02T20:50:10Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;There’s a boy sitting in a deep cave, singing. He comes here to sing when the work in the mines, the rough shoulder thumps of his coworkers, and the judging eyes of his father weigh too heavily on him. He sings folksongs and ditties from the radio. He sings with eyes closed and ears open, careful to not be caught unawares by anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn’t examined the cave walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/9270.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/9168.html"&gt;Story overview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=9270" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-01-12:2748757:9168</id>
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    <title>Once a Bard and His Friends Took a Train</title>
    <published>2022-07-04T20:59:09Z</published>
    <updated>2025-05-03T09:46:20Z</updated>
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&lt;img src="https://u.cubeupload.com/Nonesane/OnceaBardandHisFrien.jpg" width="400" alt="Book cover with the title of the book over a starry sky" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

I've realized I'm terrible at posting longer works chapter-by-chapter, which is why I haven't posted any writing on here in close to a year. I've been writing plenty, but nothing that's finished enough to share (have finally learned not to post WIPs - turns out that pre-sharing things kills my writing momentum :/). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I've tried to figure out a way to a) practice writing shorter stories + b)&amp;nbsp;get to share things while also not posting full on WIPs. This story 'collection' is my attempt at a solution! I've made up a setting, some characters and a vague plot, and now I'm just going to write short stories about them whenever the mood strikes me. These stories will not be as polished(?) as my other ones, they're even more just-for-fun. We'll see how long I can keep it going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short stories in this series will be listed in the order they've been written in. This will likely not be the chronological order of events. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; This is the story of a man who ends up immortal completely on accident. This immortality turns out to be contagious. How? Why? He has no idea. It seems to be one of life's little oddities. Sure makes it easier to be queer and do crime though~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tags &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Tropes:&lt;/strong&gt; Characters grieving over the fact that they're attracted to people with  gremlin personalities, immortality that's contagious, eldritch  horrors(?) who really like music, heists, grifting, found family becomes loose polycule, "the horrors persist but so do I", people refusing to communicate despite their friends begging them to use their words because feelings are scary, random time  and space travel, a space train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The short stories:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/9270.html"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Introductions Without Names&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/10913.html"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;By Firelight&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=9168" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <title>A WEREWOLF IN OCTOBER - CHAPTER 10 (Line Editing left)</title>
    <published>2021-04-18T16:56:06Z</published>
    <updated>2026-01-18T22:00:58Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt; Isha's right leg throbbed with each step, threatening to buckle under her weight. Her pants were stiff with unhelpfully drying blood. &lt;em&gt;At least it's not mine.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swallowed against both her heart and bile rising in her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are we going?" Rahul shouted. He had a steady grip on her arm, the two of them hobbling along together. They'd likely need to run soon. Isha considered asking him to let go of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Downstairs, main room!" Jayla shouted back over the piercing shriek coming from the 'music box' that a minute ago had been a man. "We need to have Jesse," she nodded at said wailing box, "down there as soon as possible. Can you run?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doubtful." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/8887.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/8670.html"&gt;Chapter 9&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/9951.html"&gt;Chapter 11&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5971.html"&gt;Story Overview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=8887" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <title>A WEREWOLF IN OCTOBER - CHAPTER 9 (Line Editing left)</title>
    <published>2021-04-18T13:09:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt; Warehouses tended to look like warehouses. Which was like saying people tended to look like people and cats tended to look like cats, sure, but not quite. Warehouses, in Jayla's experience, had an air about them that told you they knew you weren't supposed to be anywhere near them and that, had it been physically possible, they would have called your mother to tell on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayla took one last look at her phone before she turned it off and tucked it in an inside pocket. 4.03 am. Less than four hours until full sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody ready?" Lisa spoke in her ear. With the headset on it began to sink in that they were about to, basically, enact a heist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's both ridiculous and awesome that they had a whole set of these on hand. I wonder if they need to break into places often?&lt;/em&gt; It would have been pretty damn exciting, if the goal hadn't been to rescue a possibly tortured friend and if she didn't have to go in partly blind.&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/8670.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/8277.html"&gt;Chapter 8&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/8887.html"&gt;Chapter 10&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5971.html"&gt;Story Overview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=8670" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;"It can't be as simple as that," Vivian said for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayla almost jumped out of her seat and shrieked her frustration to the ceiling. Only exhaustion and Ginger cuddled up in her lap stopped her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We know we can get into the hunters' camp, thanks to Jayla," Dorothy said, with a nod in her direction. Gratifying, but not a solution to their constantly looping discussion. "We also know one of the hunters can be spoken to without lethal results. Doesn't that help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The hunters won't let the vampires stay near their camp. Visit, apparently, but not sleep there. As impressed as I am with your daring, Jayla, we can't risk contacting your hunter directly again. Even if the one you spoke to by some miracle isn't out for blood, there's no guarantee she's an ally either. Too many unknown variables." Lisa pushed her glasses further up her nose and leaned back in her chair, her head hitting the backrest with a soft thock. Jayla flinched on her behalf. "Ava will be here any minute. Please be patient." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would have been more convincing if Lisa hadn't been chewing a hole in her bottom lip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, I wish she'd allowed me to come over and escort her. Or that she'd allowed me to go with her to her meeting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Merrihollow is swarming with an alliance of hunters and vampires, traveling alone might be safer for her." Dorothy took Lisa's hand in a motherly fashion. "You know she's a supremely talented witch. Don't underestimate her."&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/8277.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7941.html"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/8670.html"&gt;Chapter 9&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5971.html"&gt;Story Overview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=8277" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt; There had been better evenings in Jayla's life. Having to drag a semi-conscious, sobbing barely-adult back to her terrified friends had been all kinds of not fun, especially the part where she had to lie through her teeth. Better than leaving the girl in the dark about her close brush with danger-possibly-death, but it beyond sucked to know no one would be finding the 'black van' or 'creepy looking guy' they'd made up. There would be no resolution for the girl, only a life long 'what if', if things went well. If the vampires came after her again, who would save her then? Were there protection spells they could put on her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayla and Vivian left when one of the girl's more industrious friends dragged in a beat cop from the street. They narrowly dodged having to give a statement. Jayla kept the guilt about that at bay by staying alert for possible ambushes as they made their way back to the mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She'll be okay," Vivian said, almost convincingly. She looked to be distracting herself by keeping in touch with Lisa and the rest of the pack. Texts flew back and forth, constant updates about what street corner they were on, how close they were to Sledge or home, and how no one had spotted any vampires. Yet.&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7941.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7782.html"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/8277.html"&gt;Chapter 8&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5971.html"&gt;Story Overview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=7941" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <title>A WEREWOLF IN OCTOBER - CHAPTER 6 (Line Editing left)</title>
    <published>2021-04-08T20:49:33Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;Light seeped into Jayla's new room, gently nudging her to wake up and face the day. Contrary to her usual routine this time she had no trouble getting out of bed, rested and eager to be up and at them. She'd almost forgotten what said day had on offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a few seconds of blissful ignorance, then Lisa knocked on her door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meeting in the dining room in ten minutes. Ava's got something to share."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should have stressed her out. Really, it should have. Instead she got caught up in how heartwarming is was to be 'one of the gang' so quickly. The threat of people with magical tattoos faded with the daylight, bogeymen her brain refused to accept as real. Being here was real, being called down to a meeting was real, waking up with a friend and said friend's mattress on her floor was real. Even with the deadly circumstances and the random way they'd all met Jayla couldn't stop being delighted by her current predicament. They were all in this together, cliche as that was. No specific concern for her, no awkward silences, no 'special treatment'. Them against the world, if you wanted to be dramatic about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You don't know how to make real friends,"&lt;/em&gt; Brandon had told her, first as a supposed joke and then with venom when they'd broken up. She'd show him. Him, and Carla, and Nia and all the other concern trolls. As soon as things were safe she'd start spamming social media with pictures of her new friends. She'd upload videos of their game nights. If they were okay with that.&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7782.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7589.html"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7941.html"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5971.html"&gt;Story Overview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=7782" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <published>2021-04-04T12:48:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;"She's back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arturo took off his headphones and rested them around his neck. His hearing might not be as keen as a werewolf's, but he'd gotten pretty good as zeroing in on interesting conversations. Public ones only, of course. Unless there was an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brushed aside the week-old guilt summoned by that thought and concentrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll make sure to cook for an extra mouth," Dorothy said from the kitchen, positively bubbly. Arturo smiled despite himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's holding a cat carrier and she's got that shapeshifter guy with her," Vivian said. Her voice was coming from her room, likely having taken up position by a window. "Do we have any cat food left?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll go get some if we don't!" Melissa shouted from the living room, forming the third corner of the gossip triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arturo stared at his computer screen, torn. The pack had been on edge all week, in their own ways. Since Jayla had run off, Lisa had drowned herself in research; Dorothy had cleaned until the bathtubs shone and you could see your reflection in the hallway floor; Melissa had read all course literature for her current term; Vivian had gone out drinking with her coworkers and ended up in three bar brawls. Their excitement now caught Arturo between relief and mounting dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayla must have come back for a reason. Her bringing the shapeshifter proved that.&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7589.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7329.html"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7782.html"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5971.html"&gt;Story Overview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=7589" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <title>A WEREWOLF IN OCTOBER - CHAPTER 4 (Line Editing in progress)</title>
    <published>2020-04-07T17:34:13Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jayla stared at the empty chair. Arturo had been sitting in it. She was sure of that. Pretty sure. Now it was lying on the floor and Arturo wasn't in the room. &lt;em&gt;Starting to suspect vampires can teleport.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so sorry." Dorothy leaned down and righted the chair, giving Jesse a smile that screamed sitcom homemaker covering for her unruly children. "Arturo gets a little jumpy when he's sleep-deprived. You should have said you were a shapeshifter! That would have required a lot less tiptoeing around last night for many of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many?&lt;/em&gt; Wasn't Melissa the only one to turn? Had they had guests over? Maybe she was begin cautious around Jesse? Were shapeshifters, like, the enemy or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when the word 'shapeshifter' caught up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; taller than me when I first met you!" Jayla whirled around in her seat and stared at Jesse, unsure if she wanted to yell at him or applaud him for that level of sneakiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was wondering when you'd catch on." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse looked completely at ease, smiling and leaning back in his chair. Did that mean everything was fine? Arturo had vanished into another dimension for all she knew, but Dorothy looked more embarrassed than worried and Vivian hadn't stopped eating her breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In your defense, we were both pretty drunk and I only shrunk half an inch at the time. Didn't want to be too obvious as I'm sure you understand. There's stretching the limits of magical protections and then there's being foolish."&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7329.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7129.html"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7589.html"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5971.html"&gt;Story Overview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=7329" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <title>A WEREWOLF IN OCTOBER - CHAPTER 3 (DONE)</title>
    <published>2019-10-29T21:01:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;Waking up in someone else's house at the crack of dawn wasn't a new thing for Jayla. Waking up next to another woman wasn't either. Waking up buck naked on the living room floor without as much as a towel for cover was, however, a completely novel and not exactly wished for scenario.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Blinking owlishly in the dim morning light, Jayla did her best to take in her surroundings. A cozy lounge suite dominated the corner she'd been sleeping in, alongside a TV, a gaming console her sleepy mind couldn't put a name to, and a ton of bookshelves. A large table occupied the other side of the room. That had to be where the D&amp;D magic happened on Sundays. A battle map sat ready on it, miniatures left mid-combat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere a bathrobe landed on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7129.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/6739.html"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7329.html"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5971.html"&gt;Story Overview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=7129" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <title>A WEREWOLF IN OCTOBER - CHAPTER 2 (DONE)</title>
    <published>2019-07-12T22:35:27Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;"You sure it'll be okay to have my cat here?" Jayla stared at her open wardrobe, trying to decide which shelf her T-shirts should end up on. Being this nervous and thrilled called up the memory of her first sleepover. &lt;em&gt;Hope this one gets a better ending. That said, teen me should have known horror movies aren't for everyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian bent down to pet Ginger. He accepted the attention with glee, half climbing up her leg and baring his chin for scritches. Vivian had actually laughed at the silliness of naming a black cat Ginger, unlike Brandon who'd rolled his eyes. Why had she ever hooked up with a tweed coat in human disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more thinking about Brandon.&lt;/em&gt; Brushing that annoyance aside, Jayla directed Melissa to place the last box in the bookcase closest to the windows. She hadn't brought all her stuff, to avoid looking desperate or creepy. Getting clingy was a guaranteed way to ruin any budding friendship. &lt;em&gt;New town, new me. No making old mistakes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It'll be fine," Vivian answered. "Arturo likes cats. He can look after Ginger. In the very unlikely event that things go tits-up, vampires are faster than us werewolves." Her words held grudging respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/6739.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/6496.html"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7129.html"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5971.html"&gt;Story Overview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=6739" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <title>A WEREWOLF IN OCTOBER - CHAPTER 1 (DONE)</title>
    <published>2019-05-30T21:10:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's funny the things that spring to mind when you're being chased by a big, hungry-looking wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayla had always thought the mind went blank when thrown into life-threatening danger. At least, she'd thought that'd be &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; reaction. She'd been sure she'd freeze up; locked muscles and hollow head. Though, as dread went, failing an exam couldn't be compared to this. Angst over an F could be fixed by going home to cry and binge eat ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wolf's panting breath stayed close. The noise brought on flashes of scrapes she'd luckily gotten out of. If they'd gone on longer or been worse, would she have managed to think beyond a litany of &lt;em&gt;oh shit, oh no, oh shit&lt;/em&gt; then too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet smattering against snow and asphalt Jayla ducked under the odd branch that grew over the path, lungs burning. One part of her focused on running, on the growling right behind her and her weakening legs. Another part noticed that the park she was fleeing for her life through was pretty nice. Unlike her crappy new apartment this would be a pleasant place to spend an afternoon, when summer hit, and the forest it bordered offered hiking paths. There were plenty of comfy-looking benches made for reading a book and enjoying a hot cup of coffee on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad she'd be dead before she could finish that library book she'd accidentally stolen. Karma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fangs snapped at her heels. Jayla dodged off the path and darted in among the trees. The wolf let out a promising yelp of pain. Drawing in a desperate breath she forced her shaking legs to run even faster. She weaved between the trees as randomly as her panicking brain knew how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outrunning a wolf. Yeah, this was &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/6496.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/6739.html"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/a&gt;) - (&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5971.html"&gt;Story Overview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=6496" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-01-12:2748757:6383</id>
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    <title>Current WIPs</title>
    <published>2019-02-25T21:14:04Z</published>
    <updated>2019-05-12T21:03:14Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;12 Months of Villainy + Equilibrium and Professor Balance&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://nonesanewriting.tumblr.com/tagged/Equilibrium-and-Professor-Balance"&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world build on comic book rules, a hero must do her best to make the world a better place and a villain needs to deal with his assigned role while at the same time make sure the universe doesn't collapse in on itself. Will you believe me if I tell you this mainly is a romance/erotica story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Werewolf in October&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://nonesanewriting.tumblr.com/tagged/A-Werewolf-in-October"&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayla has just moved to a new town more or less on impulse (and definitely not to prove something to anyone else, nope, no siree!) While out job hunting she gets bitten by a werewolf and, naturally, this brings further life changes. Will dealing with hunters, mystical artifacts, witches, vampires, shapeshifters and fellow werewolves be worth immortality and getting to join a D&amp;amp;D group that actually has regularly scheduled meetings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the Changed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://nonesanewriting.tumblr.com/tagged/A-Loyal-Man"&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt; + &lt;a href="http://nonesanewriting.tumblr.com/tagged/Portal-Guards"&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an old project that I just can't seem to let go of. It currently consists of three very different stories linked together by [HUGE SPOILER]: &lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;i&gt;A loyal man&lt;/i&gt;, the story of alien creatures trying to find their place in a modern-Earth-like-society while torn by a small-scale civil war. One third of the aliens wants to blend in on this planet and forget why they ended up there, the second third wants to take over the place, and the final third wants to stop the take-over and fix what's gone wrong, hopeless as that might seem.&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;i&gt;Blood of Your Blood&lt;/i&gt;, which takes place in the same universe as my &lt;i&gt;Of Elves and Dwarroves&lt;/i&gt; series, making it a steampunk-y fantasy. This book follows a family of dragons for three generations as they try to reestablish the civilization of their splintered species and discover an uncomfortable truth. &lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;i&gt;Portal Guards&lt;/i&gt;, the story of Anouk, a former palace cook who accidentally stumbles upon an eerie creature set to guard a cave in the middle of nowhere. The creature turns out to be a good friend to have when your country is under siege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fantasy Road Trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smol Human gets exiled from her isolated city state and thrown to the mercy of the wild lands outside it. She runs into Tall Floof who wants to be her friend. Together they gather more friends and travel the wonderful and strange lands of the world they live in. This is basically purely an excuse to write fluff and try to describe epic landscapes. There will eventually be a plot of some sort, but I'm mostly aiming for sweet Found Family feels and that sense of &amp;quot;ooooh&amp;quot; you get when you're looking at really beautiful fantasy landscape art (we'll see how well I do on that part, being a very bad at visualizing stuff and all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heist Fantasy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...for anyone who's seen the show &lt;i&gt;Leverage&lt;/i&gt;, this is basically Leverage except in a steampunk/solarpunk setting with a close to all-female cast (all female except for one non-binary amab group member). Here magic is like language in that you learn  it easier when you're young, it can be tricky to know many different ones fluently and it's possible to have learning disabilities regarding magic. Our main character is an excellent con artist and grifter, but is unable to learn magic. Follow her and her BFFs and love interest(s) as they rob the rich blind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History Research&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda going for a creepy weird fiction vibe with this one. Co-writing with a friend. The plot is vague on purpose and thus hard to summarize. Let's just say the world the story is set in is messed up by magic and the main character has sacrificed his sight to be able to view history. His design was definitely inspired by a &lt;em&gt;Dark Souls&lt;/em&gt; boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of Elves and Dwarrows&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://nonesanewriting.tumblr.com/tagged/Of-Elves-and-Dwarrows"&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trilogy, because of course all fantasy loving writers need to churn out a trilogy eventually ;) &lt;br /&gt;The setting is a steampunk-ish crossed with solarpunk-ish fantasy world where you've got the 'classic' fantasy creatures such as dragons, elves, humans, orcs, dwarrows, etc. Our &lt;em&gt;main&lt;/em&gt; main character is a young dwarrow named Jale who has two wishes in life: to become a bard and to marry the youngest prince of the mountain queendom he lives in. Both of these wishes seem to be within his reach until he unknowingly comes across an elf. As all 'know' elves eat souls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secrets in Ice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story project with my sister, with me writing and her illustrating. Two sister travel north to catch up with the foreign military that kidnapped their brother. On the way they meet interesting people and realize the kidnapping is linked to a war and a their people's own history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solarpunk Not-Pirates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still polishing the plot for this one, but I've got the main cast down! We've got a skyship captain, her first mate, a nobleman on the run who's overdosed on magic, and a young man who's accidentally been kidnapped and isn't too unhappy about it. They will eventually be an OT4, because this is my story and I can do whatever I wish with it, ahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Space School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story 100% stems from my personal frustration at all the in-some-way school related media where I'm way more interested in the life of the teachers than in the students. Like, no hate for the student characters in those shows, I just want to know more about the teachers. So this will be a scifi sort of slice-of-life combined with action combined with romance story about a group of teachers desperate to hold together the first interspecies school - which, for legal reasons, is mobile and located in neutral space - after years of terrible war. Our two main teachers are a Very Human Really guy who's sunshine personified and a less sunshine-y former black ops human who now does his best to teach home economics and math to a very mismatched group of students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those With Magic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an old project which has been inspired by a lot of fight heavy anime I liked as a kid - aka Bleach, Naruto, etc. Basically, we follow three characters who for different reasons join a inter-dimensional inter-stellar peacekeeping force and gain mentors. All three are adults, but they are new to the organization and have been assigned mentors, which leaves them with less agency than before they joined - will vengeance, honor or redemption be worth that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel to Other Shores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sequel to &amp;quot;How to sway them&amp;quot;. Here we follow some of the characters from the first book as they literally travel to other shores and seek out new and old civilizations. What is the world like outside of The Empire? Will Aelius and Nikon's journey go well? Will Rhian's flight away from the fallen Empire come back to haunt her? What is going on on the other side of the world, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Witches and Fae&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://nonesanewriting.tumblr.com/tagged/Witches-and-Fae"&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gathering of short stories that share characters and happen in chronological order, but I plan to have be &amp;quot;contained stories&amp;quot;. We'll see how well that goes. The setting is a fantasy take on &amp;quot;18th century society meets faeries&amp;quot; just because it's fun. We have humans kidnapped by fae and fae raised humans kidnapped by humans, we've got love stories and we've got politics. It's all in good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=6383" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-01-12:2748757:5971</id>
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    <title>A Werewolf in October</title>
    <published>2019-02-04T19:26:15Z</published>
    <updated>2026-04-15T20:04:53Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://u.cubeupload.com/Nonesane/AWerewolfinOctober.jpg" width="400" alt="Book Cover with the title of the book over a snowy landscape" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current writing project! The first half of its first draft is done, working on the rest. So, what's it about? Well, basically about a woman who's accidentally made a werewolf and doesn't mind too much; a vampire who really doesn't want to be a vampire; a hunter of the supernatural who's never actually killed anything; and all the found family they run across. There will be much flirting and emotional drama. Maybe some blood. We'll see ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayla has just moved to a new town more or less on impulse (and definitely not to prove something to anyone else, nope, no siree!) While out job hunting she gets bitten by a werewolf and, naturally, this brings further life changes. Will dealing with hunters, mystical artifacts, witches, vampires, shapeshifters and fellow werewolves be worth immortality and getting to join a D&amp;D group that actually has regularly scheduled meetings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tags &amp; Tropes:&lt;/strong&gt; Nerds, positivity, found family, meet cute, miscommunications that get cleared up, loyalty, friendship, urban fantasy, enemies-to-Oh-No-You're-Hot-to-friends-with-future-romance-possible speedrun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book cover made by me with the use of &lt;a href="https://www.canva.com/"&gt;Canva&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://nonesensedwriting.tumblr.com/tagged/A%20Werewolf%20in%20October"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Link to character art on Tumblr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapters&lt;/u&gt; (currently a work in progress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/6496.html"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/a&gt; (DONE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/6739.html"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/a&gt; (DONE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7129.html"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/a&gt; (DONE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7329.html"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/a&gt; (Line Editing in progress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7589.html"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/a&gt; (Line Editing left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7782.html"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/a&gt; (Line Editing left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/7941.html"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/a&gt; (Line Editing left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/8277.html"&gt;Chapter 8&lt;/a&gt; (Line Editing left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/8670.html"&gt;Chapter 9&lt;/a&gt; (Line Editing left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/8887.html"&gt;Chapter 10&lt;/a&gt; (Line Editing left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/9951.html"&gt;Chapter 11&lt;/a&gt; (Line Editing left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/10068.html"&gt;Chapter 12&lt;/a&gt; (Line Editing left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/10240.html"&gt;Chapter 13&lt;/a&gt; (Line Editing left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/10747.html"&gt;Epilogue&lt;/a&gt; (DONE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=5971" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-01-12:2748757:5746</id>
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    <title>Välj Ditt Eget Äventyr - Del 1</title>
    <published>2017-12-24T11:54:16Z</published>
    <updated>2017-12-24T11:56:53Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">God Jul, syster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Här kommer ditt alldeles egna äventyr. Läs början nedan och fundera sedan på vad du skulle vilja se hända här näst. Du kan bestämma så mycket eller lite om hur du vill att historien ska fortsätta, och på vilket sätt som helst. T ex kan du skicka mig en sång, en bild eller nått annat som inspiration, om du inte vill säga "exakt det här är vad jag vill ska hända".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om allt går som planerat kommer du sedan få uppdateringar av historien av och till under året som kommer, med final på julafton 2018 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5746.html#cutid1"&gt;Äventyret börjar!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=5746" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-01-12:2748757:5611</id>
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    <title>The Sea is Deep</title>
    <published>2017-08-27T15:50:55Z</published>
    <updated>2017-08-27T15:57:28Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">A long while back I joined Inkitt and posted this story there. Inkitt turned out to be far too much + weirdly designed (you can't even delete your own account!) so I've chosen to move this story here. My first attempt at a non-fanfiction short story, so I'm not overly happy with it, but I'm not going to delete it either :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://u.cubeupload.com/Nonesane/Tumblr20promoThe20Se.jpg" alt="The Sea is Deep" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The crash shook the ship, making every board creak and groan with strain. Nadina huddled closer to the barrels she&amp;rsquo;d hidden behind, kept a firm grip on her compass, and prayed. She wasn&amp;rsquo;t exactly sure who she was praying to. Her people had never had a god of the sea or for sailing. It seemed a waste of perfectly good gods when your people had lived most of their lives in a landlocked desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above deck she could hear shouting and the trampling of boots. The general noise of the crew didn&amp;rsquo;t sound much different from the other sixteen days she&amp;rsquo;d listened to it, yet she now felt the need to pay close attention. Something had changed, and it wasn&amp;rsquo;t just the fog outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/5611.html#cutid1"&gt;Continue reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=5611" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <title>Art: The first garnea</title>
    <published>2017-02-12T23:13:14Z</published>
    <updated>2017-07-20T17:01:51Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://u.cubeupload.com/Nonesane/morayeelalienjenadre.jpg" alt="Sketch of a garnea" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first take on my alien species &amp;quot;garnea&amp;quot;, as envisioned by &lt;a href="http://jennadelle.livejournal.com/"&gt;jennadelle&lt;/a&gt; - I got it for free because a commission I'd ordered got a little delayed; very generous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garnea  are a very friendly, peaceful bunch. They communicate through gestures and  body language, which makes inventing a universal translator that's  compatible with them tricky. Also, they need &amp;quot;diving suits&amp;quot; with  anti-gravitational fields to be able to hang out with their friends on  land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other takes on the garnea can be seen &lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/590.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://whip-o-will.deviantart.com/art/Meeting-552795568"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=5269" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <title>Art: Crossover</title>
    <published>2017-02-12T23:07:21Z</published>
    <updated>2017-07-20T16:59:31Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://u.cubeupload.com/Nonesane/crossover202zpswfxsf.jpg" alt="Image of Tren, Nikon and Aelius" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture, &lt;a href="http://chibiangle.deviantart.com/art/crossover-476511594"&gt;made by my talented sister&lt;/a&gt;, you see Aelius (kneeling) and Nikon (on the right) from &lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/806.html"&gt;&amp;quot;How to sway them&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt; team up with General Tren Tardor (on the left) from o2doko's WIP story &lt;a href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/844921/chapters/1613412"&gt;&amp;quot;Anamnesis&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=4930" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-01-12:2748757:4729</id>
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    <title>Art: Chibi cast</title>
    <published>2017-02-12T23:00:23Z</published>
    <updated>2017-07-20T16:57:32Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://u.cubeupload.com/Nonesane/Chibi20RunPhotobucke.jpg" alt="Chibis of the main cast of How to sway them" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the two main characters + supporting main cast of &lt;a href="https://booksabaking.dreamwidth.org/806.html"&gt;&amp;quot;How to sway them&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;, drawn by my very talented sister. &lt;a href="http://chibiangle.deviantart.com/art/How-To-Sway-Them-Chibirun-369050728"&gt;You can also find the picture over at her dA gallery&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters, from left to right:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lykos, Glaw Nevett, Dylis Nevett, Rhian Argall, Nikon, Aelius, Vita, Bernike, Thais, and Myrrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it is my fault that Thais is much thinner in built here than in the story - I forgot to tell my sister when she was noting down characters' appearances. I fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=booksabaking&amp;ditemid=4729" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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