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Chapter 8

“My Dad is dead.” I clenched my butterknife so hard it made my fingers hurt. “Oh? Really? Perhaps I’ve been misinformed. How did he die?” “A gas explosion destroyed his restaurant.” “Ahh.” The Regent sat back, crossing his hands over … Continue reading

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Chapter 7

“No way,” I said again. “I’m not going anywhere with you. You want to talk, we can do it right here.” I was pretty comfy on my rock. It was no worse than the other places I’d been hanging out … Continue reading

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Chapter 6

Two hours later we’d managed to find some wheels, but only individual unattached ones, scattered on the ground near smoking heaps of junk, which wasn’t quite what we’d had in mind. The nuclear fireball sun was still up, but it … Continue reading

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Chapter 5

Howlaa’s new form was kind of like the armored Humvee version of a Komodo dragon, big and covered in spiky plates, with a long flat snout full of fangs. It reared up on two legs and showed off four arms, … Continue reading

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Chapter 4

The fish shifted in a sudden surge of water, either from invisible currents or because of Howlaa’s slimy violence. I hauled back on the stick way too hard and the fish’s head tilted up, up, up, but I took a … Continue reading

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Chapter 3

We slept in a giant bird’s nest, a surprisingly soft place padded with leaves and made of what looked like whole uprooted trees. The nest perched in a pile of tumbled boulders, and Howlaa had to carry me up most … Continue reading

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Chapter 2

We made it through the other side of the woods, and this time we didn’t emerge into bleak lava nastiness. Howlaa set me down and I stared at what seemed like hundreds of oddly-shaped buildings. There were grain silos, like … Continue reading

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The Nex: Chapter 1

My mom says stealing is wrong, my brother says it’s only stealing if you get caught, and my dad used to say good artists borrow, but great artists steal. I don’t know if I’m right or wrong or any kind … Continue reading

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