Border, KS

Isn't Kansas a little northern for Southern Gothic? (Updates Tuesday and Thursday)

Category: Book 1

15.2 The End

“I don’t suppose I have to caution you about freezing out here,” Walter offered in amusement. Morgan smirked, wiggling her toes and shrugging. She had somehow changed into a fashionable, knee-length dress in dark blue with silver embroidery—although he suspected that all she’d needed to ‘change’ was an empty bathroom and some magic. “Queen of […]

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15.1 The Champions

It turned out, Walter was both delighted and surprised to learn, that the party after you’ve (probably) killed a God turned out to be quite a party indeed. None of them had expected there to be a party, necessarily—it had just happened to spring up at them. It was pushing 8 PM when the convoy […]

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15.0 Cover Stories

EPILOGUE: WHAT KIND OF DAY IT HAS BEEN “What. The hell. Are we going to tell people?” The Mayor of Border was a man of middling height who Walter did not think was terribly charismatic. Apparently he could turn it on when he had to, but he was not trying to turn it on right […]

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14.9 Mortem

He knew that he was dead, which was the odd thing. He knew that there was a separation between his body and his soul and that if left that way, his death would become fatal. He would have chuckled about the idea of death becoming fatal, but he was not in a state of existence […]

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14.8 Visions Seen in Dreams

Antigone Richards had never been someone who strode boldly forward. That was Siobhan’s role; hers was the consideration and calculation, weighing different options to see which was best. They worked well together, but they also re-enforced one another’s predispositions. So when the time came for boldness she was frequently nervous and shaky. Especially when she […]

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14.7 The Price of Power

Walter hadn’t done drugs, not really. A couple of joints when he was a listless High Schooler who figured he had nothing better to do with his life, but the only substances he had used beyond that were alcohol and tobacco. So he really had no frame of reference for his thought that what drug […]

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14.6 Mistakes Were Made…

“I’m beginning to think,” Walter grunted as he rolled unsteadily to his feet. “That I may have made the tiniest of mistakes.” He had managed, somehow, to keep the knife in hand during his aerial tour of the courtyard. He put it back in a regular grip. Not like I seem to be doing much […]

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14.5 Ordeal

The pressure stopped battering at Walter’s soul, and he had the distinct feeling that he had surprised a God. He saw his fellow police officers and his daughters standing up, but no one spoke for long moments—they just stared at him. The Faeries were equally incredulous. Even Tennyson rolled over from where he was laying […]

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14.4 Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence

Tania screamed. Morgan screamed. For that matter, Oberon screamed. The goidte dubh did exactly what it was supposed to, and the magic began to pour out of Tania. It had never claimed that it would be pleasant for either party, after all. The magic coming out of Tania blazed white-hot, but the white of heat—of […]

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14.3 Black Knives

The Border, P.D. showed up with two patrol cars and a van. They were relatively new and well-maintained, but even if they had been dinky and under-maintained they would have been the most glroious caravan that Walter had ever seen. Out of the now slightly dented car that had hit the Faerie came Leah, and […]

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