Amy

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Name: Amy Sanderson
Date registered: December 12, 2012

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  1. Chapter 6: Part 16 – Of Old Blood and Death — June 20, 2016
  2. Chapter 6: Part 13 – Theories — May 26, 2016
  3. Chapter 6: Part 12 – An Ingenious Eye — May 9, 2016
  4. Chapter 6: Part 11 – The Enemy of my Enemy — April 11, 2016
  5. Chapter 6: Part 10 – Practical Applications — March 28, 2016

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Jun 20

Chapter 6: Part 16 – Of Old Blood and Death

Hate beat a steady pulse in Caolinn’s head, a hammer blow against the inside of her skull blanking out all other thought. It wasn’t directed at the asura, nor even the Inquest, but was an amorphous, formless thing. Pain had been directed against her people here, in this dark place, and that was enough to …

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May 26

Chapter 6: Part 13 – Theories

It’s strange how little you can find you know a person, even after spending months in their company. Take Erin, for example. I’d been fairly certain the norn would feel as lost and uneasy without her weapons as I did, but here we were, peering into the darkness where her brother was supposedly hiding – …

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May 09

Chapter 6: Part 12 – An Ingenious Eye

When is an ally not an ally, a friend no longer a friend? Where Spark was concerned, that was a question I couldn’t find an answer to. I’d thought, for a time, Spark and I actually wanted to achieve some of the same goals, and maybe that was still true – but the charr was …

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Apr 11

Chapter 6: Part 11 – The Enemy of my Enemy

There’s nothing quite as terrifying as seeing your enemy get what she wants. The box – the very same one I’d stolen from Torwen and the Nightmare Court, then insisted Erin lug all this way – sat between us on the table, and Zurra didn’t seem able to take her eyes off it. “Thank you …

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Mar 28

Chapter 6: Part 10 – Practical Applications

There are better places to be in the middle of the night than in the custody of Inquest, but that was where Erin, Caolinn and I now found ourselves. Ivar, bleeding copiously from the bullet wound to his leg, had been hauled off somewhere, whilst Zurra’s soldiers had herded the rest of us into a …

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