About Tower Curator
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“What did you think you were doing? Are you insane?” The programmer sat across from Alyssa, looking around with a bleary expression. Three thick slices of French toast sat on the table in front of him, swimming in maple syrup. A dollop of whipped cream had been plopped on top, cradling a single strawberry. To its side, a glass of orange juice stood tall. Condensation on the side of the glass dripped down to a cork coaster protecting the wooden table. Maybe it was a bit late for breakfast foods,…-
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Alyssa had expected another dingy alley. Shady bars were always supposed to be adjacent to alleys with flickering lights and eerie atmospheres. There obviously wouldn’t be any flickering lights in the middle of the day, but there should still be a spot for the alley once darkness fell. This bar had apparently missed the memo. The building looked relatively nice. A wood exterior, stained a rich amber, had an almost welcoming tone to it. The only thing Alyssa would identify as creepy would be the…
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Alyssa… wasn’t quite certain what was going on. She could remember her last thoughts well enough. She had held out her hand for Tenebrael, accepting the angel’s offer of more power. Which sounded terrible when phrased like that. Like she was some kind of children’s super villain. But it was all for a good reason. Which was also a super villainy thing to say. “Focus on what you’re feeling. Try to seek me out. It will help.” Tenebrael had said that. Alyssa distinctly remembered her…
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Alyssa’s breath caught in her throat. She clenched her fists around Tenebrael’s shoulders, hoping she wasn’t getting in the way of the wings. The ground disappeared from under her feet and Alyssa pinched her eyes shut. Wind dragged at her hair, pulling it back. Her shirt, a regular cotton tee, whipped about in the sudden gust. It was all Alyssa could do to hold on for dear life. The logical part of her mind said that Tenebrael couldn’t hurt her. Even if she could, she probably wouldn’t. But…
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“Are you feeling quite alright? You’re looking a little green in the face.” Alyssa shuddered. A fairly juicy slab of steak that had been expertly grilled sat in front of her. It wasn’t alone, having come with a side of potatoes and bread. Of all the food that Alyssa had seen in this world, it was by far the best looking. It might not have a slathering of steak sauce or an unhealthy dollop of butter and salt, but it should have looked delectable. It didn’t. Staring at it, she felt queasy.…
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“G-Gaunt!” Alyssa spun around. The guard hadn’t been joking. One gaunt was slowly creeping out of the field of corn. Metal clanked behind her as the men started moving. She didn’t know if they were advancing or retreating, but a horse’s whinny and the beating of hooves told her that at least one of the horses had decided that it wanted to be anywhere but here. But Alyssa paid them no mind. She was staring at the gaunt, watching it. The field of corn it was lethargically moving out of was…
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Fela launched herself into the frosty field before Alyssa could stop her. The Taker wouldn’t have attacked if he hadn’t thought he could have taken on a hellhound. He was probably counting on her being bloodthirsty. Splitting up was an extremely bad idea. Alyssa scanned the forest of corn, looking for any hint of the Taker or Fela. Fela had charged off toward where Tzheitza had thrown her potion. She wasn’t running away, but running to attack. That might give her a moment to cast a spell or…
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“Fela!” Alyssa called as she trudged through the tall maize in one of the unharvested portions of the northern fields. Her voice was loud and quiet at the same time. A whispered shout. Or a shouted whisper? Hellhounds probably had good hearing. They were exactly the kind of creatures that Little Red Riding Hood might point at and say, ‘My, what big ears you have.’ Even if the ears were just for show and hellhounds were deaf, Alyssa didn’t want to shout any louder. There were patrols out on the…
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Most of Alyssa’s initial anxiety with returning to Lyria had died down over the past three days. No one had come to arrest her. She hadn’t woken up to find herself dragged out of Tzheitza’s potion shop in chains in the middle of the night. Best of all, she hadn’t heard a single whisper of the Waters Street gang. Decorous, in charge of the majority of the city guard at the moment, had apparently cracked down on them. The Taker hadn’t been found and neither had Octavia, but there had been several…
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Tzheitza seemed to enjoy a good cheeseburger a whole lot more than Irulon. The Princess just didn’t have a palate for anything but the meaty side of things, it seemed. But the food was hardly the topic of conversation. In the end, Alyssa went with the angel explanation. Powerful imperceivable monsters that no one had ever heard of before was a slight bit more believable than her having occasional casual chats with Tenebrael. And it wasn’t even untrue, either. She might be lying by omission, but not…
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