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from Aradia's Diaspora by Susan Woerner

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Scene 8

My arms ached as we rode. I thought I was either going to bite my tongue off, my lower lady parts were going to be permanently flattened against my body, or both. Arion was tall and I didn’t fancy falling to the ground from what felt like the height of a second story roof. 

I tried asking Isobeau more questions but the jarring movement from the galloping Arion pretty much made understandable speech impossible. Isobeau turn back to see if we were being followed and since I kept basically a death-hold around her middle, I turned with her. No torches bobbing up and down, no villagers were following, but there was something out of the corner of my eye, something I couldn’t see when looking directly at it.

“What was that?” I asked Isobeau, thinking she’d seen it too.

“What? Where? I do not see.”

“Over to the side there.” I raised my crampe...







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