Sung Home: Chapter Fifty Two. {fiction}
Then I recognized the woman, just as her eyes focused on me... She was the woman who, with Stinky Boy, had detained Burl and I in Deming.
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Sung Home: Chapter Fifty One. {fiction}
But there was no time to indulge in nostalgia now. Our hosts, including Elf, led us away from the library to show us to the rooms where we would stay.
Sung Home: Chapter Fifty. {fiction}
People aren’t born violent. While some are hardwired for violence from such a young age that there’s not much we can do, most of them we can help heal.
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Nine. {fiction}
The entire volume of the room, dozens of yards long, wide and vertically, held plants, some native ones that I recognized, and many others I didn’t.
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Eight. {fiction}
Slowing down a bit as Victorio gained his feet, we cautiously wound our way eastward through an abandoned neighborhood, then south to the Makers' place.
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Seven. {fiction}
I had spent the night tossing and turning, trying to think clearly, trying to remain rational. The Slavers weren’t going to kill another person I loved.
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Six. {fiction}
All this time, I thought they had killed you. We even had a secret memorial service for you. How did you get away? Who are those people you’re with?
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Five. {fiction}
The entire party departed, heading north with their two original captives trotting behind the horses they were tied to in order to keep from being dragged.
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Four. {fiction}
“We’re with you now, Lakshmi,” said Frank in a soft, soothing tone, “You can stay here while the rest of us go. We’ll pick you up on our way home."
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Three. {fiction}
The fire crackled and sparks flew into the air, as if going home to the stars, while Tochuku stared into the flames a few moments before continuing.