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Time Heals Nothing (Snippet)
Time Heals Nothing (Snippet)
Time Heals Nothing (aka THN) is the first volume of my epic fantasy series, set in the realm of Utalentia and its isles. It’s also available here and here (as ebook and paperback respectively). This is an excerpt from the first chapter. *** Lyra Windsnap The day had begun wet and harsh, the ground a marsh that sucked at your feet and made it almost impossible to walk more than four yards, but the…
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Damn you, plotholes!
Oh, it’s fun letting everyone punch Curtis.
Now I just have to decide how Charlotte and Curtis react
Why can't Curtis just get a grip and realise that his goddamn ego isn't everything!?
So Sonsta was one of Mirala's old students from Belport (most professors have congregated at the university after teaching at their expertise academies, like how Mir used to teach at Snowshore during the war) and she decided to change her area of study just so that she could go back to the university, especially since one Ala had left she found it harder to tell when she was or wasn't hallucinating, and she was too scared to ask anyone to help her because they all teased her so much and made fun of her stims.
And, like, they'll always meet at lunch to stim together with blankets and teddies and stuff - Ala keeps one of Sonsta's favourite little stuffed bears in her drawer with a little silk dress on it that Dali helped make for Son's birthday once - plus the main thing is that they can confide in each other so much about how they're both so scared of some of the male professors, and especially the prince, since Curtis is literally terrifying most of the time, particularly since he's obsessed with the idea that the only reason Em's psychotic is because she's been taught by them, and he thinks that they've caused her to be like she is. Plus, he constantly calls Son slurs and if he sees her without Ala there sometime's he'll hit her too, and try to scare her into leaving because he's so adamant that she's the problem.
“Oh, is that right?” As she spoke, she began scratching at her wrist, and within seconds a cloud-like area of redness had appeared on her skin, plastered with thin white scratches. “Well, in case you hadn't noticed, I’ve been perfectly accommodating all this time, and already you’ve started patronizing me – as you always do, of course – before you’ve properly addressed why you’re even here.”
Unblocked your ears lately, my lady? “Actually, we made the reason for our visit clear the moment we entered,” Em pointed out, her focus helplessly drawn towards the contrast the scratches made on her skin before they faded, and her nails replaced them. “Something wrong?”
“What?” Looking up, she followed the princess’ gaze down to her wrist and instinctively covered the redness with her hand defensively. “Nothing’s wrong.”
Don’t you lie to me. “Yes, there is. Show me your wrist.”
The prince crossed one leg over the other in front of him as he leant back nervously against the wall. “Em, I don’t think you need to…”
As he spoke, Lady Shyron’s eyes lit up. “Scared of her learning something new, Chaffe? Fine.” Reluctantly putting her hand down to her side, she held up the other, though the scratches were still fading. “See? Nothing to worry about, just a few little scratches.” She paused, then added, “The dog did it.”
Oh, very funny. “I thought you didn’t like dogs.”
“I meant the cat. And I never said anything about not liking dogs. Dogs are lovely.”
“You don’t have any at the moment, though.”
Scowling, she covered her wrist again, and in an instant the redness was renewed, this time speckled with a tiny bead of blood. “You can be very observant when you want to be, can’t you princess?”
“I can, yes.” Pulling her eyes away from the blood – already beginning to scab over – she looked over her shoulder concernedly at her father. “Isn’t that the same thing Magnus does at meetings?”
Curtis shook his head, the action seeming to release the stress in his tense stance. “Not the exact same, no. I’ve never seem his doing it wield blood before.”
“Y’know, if you could stop talking about me as if I’m invisible, that would be great,” Miriam said dryly.
