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Cocking her head in his direction, she eyed him cautiously. “Any infection?”

“No.” He placed the towel on the island table before fixing her in a cold stare. “You?”

“Have you heard anything about the Oracle, Alisan?”
“I have,” he answered in a cheerful voice, his eyes playfully squinted, his smile broad. You had to be his friend to know the truth behind this happy mask, and the truth was sad. “But I don’t indulge in fantasies. I’m not going to visit her. I want my dream to stay with me, as beautiful, unattainable, and unbroken as it is. It brightens my life, and I can’t ask for more.”

He was right, there wouldn’t be enough wood. She pulled on her black knee-length military jacket. “I’m coming with you.”

He scoffed and trudged out of the bedroom with her following close behind. “No, a kid like you would just be a burden out there.”

“Who are you? How do you know my name?” The mercenary whispered hoarsely, rattling her chains. “If you’re looking for sport, you will soon regret...”

“No! No!” Iola urged Nesmir to respond, almost at her wits end. In no way should the mercenary come to know of what she was doing. “You mistake me...”

Chapter 14

"You have wind magic?" she asked.

"I think the saying is, I will show you mine when you show me yours," Seth smirked. He almost choked on his own tongue as she answered, "you have already seen mine,"

Chapter 2

“Umm… please, I just want to know your name. I promise I am not anybody suspicious.”

“You chased us down and started babbling about how you can’t be seen. Even now you’re glaring at me like some kind of serial killer, and you’re asking for my name. How is that not suspicious?!”

Can the quote be from a chapter not released yet? - I have 50 draft chapters lined up. XDD

"What is your problem with him?" the boy asked seeing the overly dramatic displeased face.
"Straight man with morals... count me out." the demon replied, strolling towards the kitchen.

“Yes, you are, my precious Iola.” Haas’ bright eyes softened. “I am ready to fly to my freedom.”

“Then why are we still standing around here talking?” Dacia shook her head exasperatedly. “Let’s go.”

The worry in this strangers' eyes made her stifle her chuckles, blinking before lifting her shoulders, her eyes downcast as his interest made her uncomfortable.

"You all right?"

If she had lighter skin, her burning ears would be as red as her hair. She scowled again, "Yeah. It's cool".

closed Jan 31, '20

“The fresh air of the mountains... on my face and in my hair” Iola murmured to herself. “I never thought I would miss that so much.”

“You’ll have to miss that for a while longer, little one.” Dacia’s strong voice startled her. She was yet to getting accustomed to the mercenary’s acute sense of hearing.

Matt gave a humorless chuckle as he opened his second can of beer. “Say that ten years ago and people think you’re fucking Jesus Christ curing cancer, AIDS and all that shit. Say it now and people think you’re a murderer.”

Lou’s head shot up. “I-I didn’t think that,” she said but the inflection in her tone betrayed her guilt.

"Did you watch the man who lived in this room?" The speech was alien in every way from the other languages he knew from the way his mouth couldn't properly produce a shape to match the words to how his voice originated from a place where a voice ought not to arise.
"Yes."

This is from an experimental screenplay (which I'm not currently publishing on Tapas)

"Why are you dancing in my uncle's basement?"
"The best questions are those that remain unanswered."

Quite evidently, it's a comedy.

It's a screenplay, the feelings are conveyed in the direction notes, which I didn't include in the excerpt.