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    • Dinner and a Feather Cover
      by Tower Curator “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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      Pacification

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      by Tower Curator “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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      by Tower Curator 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!”

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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…
    • Potion or Placebo Cover
      by Tower Curator 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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      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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      Potionspeak

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      by Tower Curator Being back in Lyria was nice. Having a proper roof overhead while sleeping just made Alyssa feel secure, even if she knew in the back of her mind that the palace had just been attacked a week ago. At the very least, she didn’t have to worry about the rain that had started up overnight. A small part of her had worried that she would wake up to find herself in chains and tossed to the dungeons, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Rather, she woke up to a full meal of bread, meat-filled stew, and…
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      Unloading

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      by Tower Curator Seeing the Black Prince out of his armor was an interesting experience. It wasn’t something Alyssa had really considered. She had other things on her mind most of the time and his armor rated low on the importance totem pole. And yet, seeing him without it was shocking. She had compared him to Darth Vader upon first seeing him and Vader was never seen without his armor. Brakkt stood in the middle of the stables, dressed in a fanciful robe similar to the dresses that Irulon wore to the Observatorium.…
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      Return

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      by Tower Curator Alyssa had to silence her phone. She was honestly surprised that it had taken two days. Chris Altrac, the man she had rescued from certain death, was understandably confused. Unfortunately for him, Alyssa was trying to sleep during the day so that she could travel at night. They were almost back to Lyria, so she could meet up with him then. She should have been back by now, but her party wasn’t making quite as good a time on the way back as they had on their trip out to rescue Oxart. She blamed…
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      Pizza Party

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      by Tower Curator The hellhound wasn’t attacking. So that was nice. That was about the only thing that was nice. Alyssa’s carefully preserved rations from home were gone. The hellhound hadn’t been able to open her bag the proper way, so it now had a hole in it. The medical kit had been opened and its contents strewn about. Whatever little sterilization there had been was gone now. The sunscreen was leaking out onto the floor, apparently having been stepped on. And now the black furball was eying her…
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