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She'd figured out the ritual ages ago. Or, at least, she was fairly certain she had. The only way to find out was by actually trying it and she didn't dare do that while she didn't have the house to herself. Unfortunately, her parents almost never went out anywhere and when they did, they tried to only do it when they wouldn't be leaving their only daughter alone. Typical, over-protective parental units. Finally, though, she'd convinced them that, at sixteen, she was more than old enough to s...

"I am not an extremist," he declared for the world to hear. His companion, an almost too-young girl trying to make herself look too-old with her piercings and hair dye and leather and ink tittered into her hands. Well, she likely would have murdered anyone -- imagined murdering them, at least -- who claimed she had tittered because of course she'd done something more dignified. Like snorting. Made an amused sound. Something like that. She followed up the not-tittering with rolling her eyes an...

"I am not an extremist," he declared for the world to hear. His companion, an almost too-young girl trying to make herself look too-old with her piercings and hair dye and leather and ink tittered into her hands. Well, she likely would have murdered anyone -- imagined murdering them, at least -- who claimed she had tittered because of course she'd done something more dignified. Like snorting. Made an amused sound. Something like that. She followed up the not-tittering with rolling her eyes an...

CHAPTER ONE: In which our story begins and we meet our lovely heroine The festival was a riot of sensation. Around them swirled sounds from a dozen directions: the tinkling notes of a musician playing the harpsichord, laughter from a gaggle of teenaged girls, the shrieks of small children running about, cheers from the joust field, the cries of food purveyors vending their wares, the periodic clang of the bell on the strong man game, and hundreds of little dramas being played out in a thousan...

CHAPTER ONE: In which our story begins and we meet our lovely heroine The festival was a riot of sensation. Around them swirled sounds from a dozen directions: the tinkling notes of a musician playing the harpsichord, laughter from a gaggle of teenaged girls, the shrieks of small children running about, cheers from the joust field, the cries of food purveyors vending their wares, the periodic clang of the bell on the strong man game, and hundreds of little dramas being played out in a thousan...