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      A Lease on Life

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      by Tower Curator 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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      by Tower Curator It was night. At nighttime, people tended to go to bed. That was something Alyssa should have remembered. Luckily, Tess existed. If it wasn’t for the young servant girl, Alyssa would have needed to wake up Irulon on her own. Short of upending half a bottle of wine on her face, likely ruining her bed at the same time, Alyssa hadn’t an idea how she might have gone about that. Actually convincing Tess to wake up Irulon was another matter entirely. The girl hadn’t wanted to admit them to the floor at…
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      by Tower Curator “I think I understand,” Alyssa said as she scribbled a few notes into a fresh notebook. Tenebrael, after waiting a moment, tilted her head to one side. “But..?” “No. No buts. I understand.” Leaning back at her desk, Alyssa held out her hand to try to put what she had learned into actual use. Going from theory to practice was always a challenge. But this… Closing her eyes, she took a breath and concentrated. An angel, she now suspected, was something along the lines of a super…
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      by Tower Curator Irulon glanced up from her notebooks the second Alyssa popped her head into the Observatorium’s library. Her violet eyes flicked from Alyssa’s face to her shoulder then down to her hand. Each jump served to deepen the princess’ frown. It was the first time since meeting the princess that she hadn’t put on her smiling mask. But Alyssa continued toward her anyway. She owed it to Kasita to at least ask for help. “Alternate Visage,” Irulon mumbled as soon as Alyssa entered into the gap…
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      by Tower Curator “Undo. Cancel. Release. Be free…” Alyssa ticked her tongue in annoyance as she stared at Izsha’s unmoving form. Fractal Lock just wouldn’t come off. It wasn’t like she didn’t know what she was doing. She had canceled spells before. For instance, she had dismissed the Spectral Axe just a few minutes ago. But Fractal Lock was holding tight. Alyssa looked to the side, frowning. Without Irulon around to explain magic, she could only speculate. Fractal Lock had to be a spell that directly…
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      by Tower Curator Touching Tenebrael caught the demonic angel’s attention. Her pure white eyes met Alyssa’s. “My my, Alyssa Meadows! What are you doing here?” Alyssa didn’t answer. Not here. The angel didn’t stop time and she didn’t want to look insane in front of the captain of the guard if at all possible. Just grabbing hold of Tenebrael was bad enough. To anyone else, it might look like she was cupping her hand, but Alyssa could feel the radiance underneath her fingertips as she tightened her…
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      A City..?

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      by Tower Curator The last vestiges of light faded beyond the mountains. A dark shadow swept across the land as a confetti of stars twinkled through the twilight sky. One moment, it had been as bright as day. The next, not so much. The formerly pleasant breeze shifted to a chilly wind, stinging against Alyssa’s face and neck. She hadn’t intended to stay out after dark. Upon setting out, she had vowed to begin the trek back to her… ‘home’ or whatever that building was if it got too late. But seeing the city in…
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      “Fela!”

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      by Tower Curator “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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