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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Garden of Ending by K.J. Kabza
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Garden of Ending by K.J. Kabza
But the lock had finally crumbled, and the door had fallen open, and the nothing-garden beyond was revealed to her sacred eyes. Doors are only left open for her when they lead to every-day gardens that she can freely enter and exit, so she, poor innocent lamb, saw the newly open door and naively entered.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Garden of Ending by K.J. Kabza
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Splitskin by E. Catherine Tobler
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Splitskin by E. Catherine Tobler
My love reveled in winter's sunbroken days, when the light spills to the fresh-fallen snow to stab a person in the eyes. Gugán flit from path to stone, a trickster comfortable with his Raven heritage. I, as Eagle, startled at every shift of snow, caught always unawares in the bright sun as he pelted me with clumps of melting cold.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Splitskin by E. Catherine Tobler
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Shark God's Child by Jonathan Edelstein
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Shark God's Child by Jonathan Edelstein
There had been seventy islets when Mei came to Deleur six years ago. There were more than eighty now. The aliki, the nobles of Deleur, would never be done building their city: they always wanted more platforms for their palaces, more storehouses for tribute, more training grounds for the feathered warriors, more stone pyramids to house their dead
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Shark God's Child by Jonathan Edelstein
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Nightshade by J.W. Halicks
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Nightshade by J.W. Halicks
There is greater magic still he could deploy. He could weave an illusion that would swallow the tree from sight. Or let his heartbeat ease down into a shallow nothing—the stillness of the grave—so no sound or motion could betray him. But he resists. Ezekiel is curious. Lyla was sure-footed on the journey, in the dark. How long will it take for her to learn his hiding-place?
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Nightshade by J.W. Halicks
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - I Have Been Drowned in Rain by Carrie Vaughn
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - I Have Been Drowned in Rain by Carrie Vaughn
Jared studied her, her sopping hair and gaunt face. She was nothing to him, or shouldn't have been. The story she told—he might have ridden past the field where she worked a hundred times and never noticed her, not even her face, because it was bent to the earth.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - I Have Been Drowned in Rain by Carrie Vaughn
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Sanji's Demon, Pt. I by Richard Parks
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Sanji's Demon, Pt. I by Richard Parks
I didn’t have to ask whom he meant, but it seemed that Daiki, in this one regard, was not going to get his wish. The bushi produced two flea-bitten, scruffy men. Both were bruised and bloody but alive. Two more were not. Daiki kicked the body so that it rolled face up and studied the dead man’s features. “It would seem the bandit has escaped me after all.”
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Sanji's Demon, Pt. I by Richard Parks
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Heaven Thunders The Truth by K.J. Parker
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Heaven Thunders The Truth by K.J. Parker
My smile broadened. It was lucky for the old man I don't practice my trade for free, or he'd have spent the rest of the day rolling on the floor clutching his guts. “If one of them was a wizard capable of performing that level of enchantment, he'd be a rich man,” I said. “Stands to reason.”
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Heaven Thunders The Truth by K.J. Parker
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Goatskin by K.C. Norton
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Goatskin by K.C. Norton
"Let me try something," I suggested, and slid into my goatskin and became a mouse. I winked at her—although I doubt she could see it—and skittered out into the front of the wagon, down into the ropes that held the ox to the cart. Akiiki and his man were discussing their impending fortunes. Whether they meant to sell the Lady Uduru off, or rent out her magic, I did not know and did not care. I wanted only to put a stop to it.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Goatskin by K.C. Norton
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Proof of Bravery by David Milstein
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Proof of Bravery by David Milstein
I saw my men, who had been the cream of the III Corps, gladly charge well-fed, well-shod Cossacks with nothing but the bayonet and stock of the musket frozen in their hands, barefoot and starving. I admired them for their courage. I envied it. Because I had lost what I most cared for: the calculus of risk, and in its disregard, of bravery. That month of frimaire, I learned that nothing could end my life. I was no longer human.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Proof of Bravery by David Milstein
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Lession's Tower by Fox McGeever
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Lession's Tower by Fox McGeever
Lession's first catch was an old drunk, a silver-haired sailor who was staggering through one of the back streets. When he bit a chunk from the drunk's shoulder, the man went limp. The initial thrill of tasting meat soon evaporated. The flesh was old, sour, steeped with alcohol. He couldn’t take this back for Hurkerna. No. Goat would taste far better.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Lession's Tower by Fox McGeever
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Madonna by Bruce McAllister
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Madonna by Bruce McAllister
When I woke again, I was looking up into a face which, belonging as it now did to a girl, was much prettier than it had been when it belonged to a boy. It was more than that, however. The face was more willing to smile now, and to be as soft as in truth it was. And when the face spoke, it relinquished all pretense of a voice other than its own--a relief to my ears and certainly to Bonifacio’s as well.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Madonna by Bruce McAllister
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Stone Prayers by Kate Marshall
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Stone Prayers by Kate Marshall
It is the nature of empire to calve new words, and Mattar has walked ruined roads and suffocating marketplaces to find them. She knows the word for how a Kilin-kasa woman turns a wax-melon in her hands three times before she asks a price—tsa-tsa-tsa. She knows the name the now-dead Enokoans had for her, diabi-sai, witch-mother. She knows, too, the syllables of the arrows of the Hasha as they fall, tulbuku, on Korondi shields and Korondi flesh.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Stone Prayers by Kate Marshall
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Kurtana by Christian K. Martinez
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Kurtana by Christian K. Martinez
She didn't see what happened in the girl, what changed, but something did. Tsani relaxed, losing a tension that Sagraille hadn't noticed was there until it wasn't. She glided forward to kneel at the table, though calling the waterfall of silk and almost-exposed skin she displayed kneeling was probably insulting. It was more beautiful than that. A painting from the medium of motion. The girl even cast a shadow with elegance.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Kurtana by Christian K. Martinez
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Death Sent by Christian K. Martinez
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Death Sent by Christian K. Martinez
Mandate knew the count of those who had died exactly; knew it the way stone-crafts could tell granite and marble apart without their eyes and the way a blaze-dancer knew a candle from a torch from miles off, in a way he'd never known anything in his life.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Death Sent by Christian K. Martinez
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Pridecraft by Christian K. Martinez
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Pridecraft by Christian K. Martinez
I was sagging, listing in pain, by the time I could see Rattle and the crew. They were waiting on the Eight-B platform, near the engine console. The Eight-B line had a rust-and-people smell that mingled into a peculiar musk. I imagined the stench of Hail's blood and body beneath the usual platform scents. From Rattle's face, I knew she didn't have to.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Pridecraft by Christian K. Martinez
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Oil Fire by Kate MacLeod
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Oil Fire by Kate MacLeod
Oh, poor Enanatuma! We had been estranged long before my banishment. I had seen her only once since the day ten years ago when I had given up dancing and devoted all my energies to magic. I had done her a favor in return for the thousand kindnesses she and her father had shown me and had intended never to see her again. But she was still my sister.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Oil Fire by Kate MacLeod
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Rugmaker’s Lovers by Brynn MacNab
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Rugmaker’s Lovers by Brynn MacNab
The rugmaker's lips twitched of their own accord, itched to speak her mind, to ask the wise woman what right she had to come and make the rugmaker doubt herself now, while when it had mattered, no one had been surer that the rugmaker had done well to send the warrior away.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Rugmaker’s Lovers by Brynn MacNab
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Clockwork Trollop by Debra Doyle & James D. Macdonald
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Clockwork Trollop by Debra Doyle & James D. Macdonald
The neighborhood was dark and insalubrious; if it had not been for the sake of Professor Haversham's scientific endeavors I would never have ventured into its foul-smelling streets in the daytime, far less at night. He, however, appeared to have no such misgivings but looked about him with interest. "Now to find a public house of suitable character," he said. "Not too difficult in this area, I should think."
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Clockwork Trollop by Debra Doyle & James D. Macdonald