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Part Two Tangled Moon: The rats had gathered together and disappeared between two buildings, a black cloud of little bodies. Did rats do that? All she could do was to keep moving, no idea where she was going, just knowing that she needed to get away while she could. Catherine glanced back as she walked.
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Part Seven England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) “Am I wrong?” Matthew asked. “You’re fond of her. I gathered that much from your correspondence.” Why did he have to look so hopeful? If Matthew had any idea what his sister was doing to him he’d feel a lot different about the whole
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Part One Tangled Moon: She followed the rats around to a back door leading to an alleyway. They ducked through a hole in the wall and disappeared on her. “Thanks guys,” she muttered. “Maybe dogs are better at this job.” She reached for the door, figuring it would be locked. It just couldn’t be that
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Tangled Moon: She pulled on the ropes around her wrists for a time, but she wasn’t getting anywhere with them. Her wrists stung. She couldn’t see back there but she wouldn’t have been surprised if they were bleeding by now. Catherine heard something outside. A woman screamed. Shadows flashed past the windows and people were
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Part Five England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) “I earned my knight’s spurs when I was seven and ten.” “Not six and ten? How careless of you.” She bit the end of her tongue, reminding herself to be more respectful. “My father refused. He said I was too young.” If he’d been
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England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) Alana knew that she should be damned for what she had done. She likely would yet. Fantasizing about one’s new sword master was no doubt a sin of the flesh. Especially when one was engaged to another man. She wasn’t precisely aware of what went on
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Part Three England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) John reached out slowly as if he thought he might startle her and brushed a curl off her face. It was friendship, she knew, but she liked it anyway. That he could at least be her friend was a comfort to her. Chester’s head
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: “You’re getting sick, aren’t you?” Becca said, taking Molly’s hands and rubbing them between hers. “I’ll find a dressing gown for you to put on.” “No, I’ll be all right, really.” “Liam,” Becca called. His damp body filled the doorway a moment later. “She’s freezing. Warm her while I find
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Part Two England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) His voice had a deep, somewhat hoarse quality that made her heart beat faster. He still had her hand. She realized it was probably because she was latched onto his. Alana pulled free, her face warming. Some things in life just weren’t fair. Unwed
Darcy Branwyn 