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002: DUTY

Okay. I can deal with this.

Where’s the crew?

- The crew of the Courageous are in Network And Engineering Ring 1. -

Where ...

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4.28: Available Resources

“For those of you who want to go on to be enchanters,” Instruktanto Animus explained, drawing big runes on a board in front of us in broad, sweeping motions, “the extremely difficult and comp...

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001: JAVELIN

There’s a problem with the Javelin Program.

Well, there are probably numerous problems with the Javelin Program. I imagine that constructing several dozen interstellar spaceships, packing t...

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4.27: Short Cuts

“What are your thoughts on your relationship with your masculinity?” Dr Peterson asked.

I opened my mouth. Closed it again. Opened again.

“I… don’t have any thoughts on that,...

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4.26: The Chosen Ones

I certainly wasn’t any less angry by the time I’d made it back to my room. I shoved the door open with rather more force than I intended, and Max peered over his bed in concern. “Are you alri...

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4.25: Not Quite Nightmares

With some finagling, I figured out how to set my alarm to go off at a random time somewhere between two and four hours in the future, and took a dose of Moonlily Dew, a fast-acting sleep potion tha...

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4.24: The Price of Safety

“Do you think we should tell Miratova, though?” Kylie asked between bites of sandwich. “I mean, she’s one person whom I think we can be certain doesn’t want the world to end in a divine a...

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4.23: Social Niceties

“Anything that you particularly want to talk about today?” Dr Peterson asked.

“Nothing important.”

“Oh, so unimportant stuff, then? Great! I love gossip.” He leaned forward ...

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4.22: Modelling Accuracy

Okay. Calm down. I’d dealt with scars that didn’t make sense before. I could do this.

I’d start with what I knew. I grabbed some paper and a pen and pulled my bedcurtains closed; I didn...

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4.21: Scars

“Peter wants to sign us up for a treasure hunt competition,” Saina said. “Are you up for that?”

We were lying on our backs in a lush, green meadow. I stared up at the wispy white clou...

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4.20: More Tour

“Anyway,” I said, “that’s the basics. What else do you want to see? The library? My favourite outdoor areas? I could show you my potion workshop. Well, it’s not my workshop, it’s just m...

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Sample chapter -- Child of a Wandering Star

You know the old saying – if your girls can’t diagnose and brace a cross-crystal vertical support beam fracture in a level three shaft by the time they hit adolescence, re-examine your hive’s...

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Sample chapter -- Silverbane

I never would have even gotten involved in the Atlantean vampire ecological crisis if it hadn’t been for my stupid jobseeker requirements.

I mean, I get the logic. If you’re on unemployme...

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Sample chapter -- Our Side of the River Styx

We were already hours behind schedule and driving in darkness when I spotted the hitchhiker. Young woman, white dress, pale in the moonlight that shouldn’t be hitting her in the thick shadow of t...

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Sample chapter -- Time to Orbit: Unknown

There’s a problem with the Javelin Program.

Well, there are probably numerous problems with the Javelin Program. I’d imagine that constructing several dozen interstellar spaceships, packi...

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Sample chapter -- Charlie MacNamara

As any decent stargazer will tell you, you can’t do it in the city.  You can’t do it in a town, really, not properly. Too much light  pollution. No, to properly see the stars, you hav...

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What should I write next?

Now that Curse Words is fully drafted, it's time to choose the next web serial! Descriptions of all options are available in t...

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4.19: The Tour

I was nervous. I tugged at the sleeve of my… well, they weren’t my nicest robes, but they were the ones that would look the least weird to nemaganti. My most non-trenchcoat, non-dressing-gown r...

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SMS text transcript between Daniel Witherford and Alice1.0

16-09-01 09:32 Daniel

Test


16-09-01 09:32 Alice1.0

Mean test scores for St Chiswick’s School of Mercy will increase by 0.53% from 20...

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4.18: A Meeting of Worlds

“So your family are coming here?” Kylie asked, looking up from her tablet but not bothering to sit up on her bed. “To Refujeyo?”

“Next weekend, yes.”

“Is that even allowed...

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4.17: If A Girl Likes You

“Of course you can take it,” Dr Peterson, my new therapist, said. “But why should you? If you can avoid something painful and completely pointless, it doesn’t seem practical to go through i...

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4.16: The Funeral

For Mae and Terry’s friend’s party, I had been told to dress as if I were going to a funeral. According to Max, Refujeyo’s proper funeral colour was white, but one’s own cultural funeral tr...

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4.15: Thought And Feeling

I couldn’t move. My arms and legs were sunk deep into the stone. I felt the magic pulse through me, crystallise around my core, become me. Fragments of the thoughts and dreams and hopes of the cr...

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Finding Destiny -- monthly bonus snippet

Lydia Nic Fionn gently kissed her sleeping son’s forehead and tucked a stray lock of hair behind one of his ears. He didn’t stir. Luke was seven months old, and like every Nic Fionn for the pas...

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4.14: The Child

“Oh,” I said weakly. “Is that all?”

“What do you mean, Kylie?” Max asked.

“Well. This place. Doesn’t it strike you as a bit… weird?”

“Yes,” I said, “in a...

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4.13: The Hero

Max and Kylie both stared at me for several seconds.

Then Kylie threw herself forward and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck.

“This is of course great news,” Max said, “altho...

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4.12: Past Performance

“You’re distracted,” Saina noted as I sprinkled powdered liquorice root into a flask with a tiny spoon.

“Just focused,” I lied. I could feel Fionnrath’s Destiny moving throughout ...

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4.11: Unlinked

I was feeling normal once again by lunchtime. By nighttime, I was starting to think that the weird mental feeling had just been an overreaction on my part, that maybe I’d just been weirded out by...

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Carrying On -- bonus snippet

Gerald James sat rigid in his chair, jaw aching from clenching it too hard and too long. His wife, Alice sat beside him, equally tense. Only Kelsie, strapped to Alice’s chest in a sling, was rela...

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4.10: Dream a Little Dream

I skimmed the letter. It said basically what Fiore had.

“Oh, this is really bad timing,” I said. “And bad in general. Fiore, we have to shut this down right away.”

“You don’...

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