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"When you lose the ability to cry for what you've lost,
you've lost the ability to love anything at all."
~The Warrior
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“Darby, come down here. I want you to watch something!” Dad yelled up the stairs, from his chair in the living room.
Darby groaned. She..
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Darby awoke to Christopher throwing a pillow at her head.
She groaned as she rolled over to look at him.
“Happy Birthday, eighteen year old..
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The Dark King was bored. And hungry. Just as he had suspected, when the fey found out about the last transformed faerie that was all they seemed to t..
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Seth paced back and forth. He knew he had a decision to make, as much as he didn’t want to make it. He closed his eyes when he answered, &ldquo..
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“Darby,” Mom stopped her on her way out the door, “what happened to your face? How did you get all the bruises? You weren’t i..
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Darby glanced at herself in a mirror. She was starting to embrace the darkened bruises, they weren’t looking to be going away any time soon and..
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When Darby woke up she was calm. She could now focus on what she needed to do and evaluate her choices. The one thing she did know, though, was it wo..
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Darby sat down on the couch in Kellen’s flat. He took her back to his place when she almost fell asleep while he was talking to her.
“O..
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Darby was confused at why Kellen was so silent on the way back to the flat. After the funeral he took her around town so she could shop for things to..
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