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It’s really been a shockingly long time since I worked on the rest of the epilogue to the Home Out In The Wind series and so I just went to reread what’s posted of that epilogue story, and gosh. I don’t want to be cocky but I just like what I wrote so much. Gosh.
Norasol listened to the door opening, listened to whoever it was come in and wander around the house trying to find her. She should call out, help whoever it was find her. Either it was Etto, Kes’s assistant Rodia, the sweet little girl Nessa who came around all the time, or it was an enemy come at last to kill her, and if it was an enemy, then it was about damn time.
“If you’ve come to kill me, you’re almost too late,” she shouted, thinking on that. It would be such a pain in her ass if she finally got murdered now that she was too feeble to really do much damage in return. She’d really had her heart set on making them pay for it when they finally came for her, but she had so little power left, physically or spiritually. She’d just have to hope one of her hexes got them on the way back out of the house.
“What?” Etto asked, coming to the doorway.
“Oh, it’s you,” she said. He was the least interesting of any of the possibilities. She was fond of him, but he didn’t even have the redeeming value of being pretty, like the other two people in this system with door codes to her house.
It’s really been a shockingly long time since I worked on the rest of the epilogue to the Home Out In The Wind series and so I just went to reread what’s posted of that epilogue story, and gosh. I don’t want to be cocky but I just like what I wrote so much. Gosh.
Norasol listened to the door opening, listened to whoever it was come in and wander around the house trying to find her. She should call out, help whoever it was find her. Either it was Etto, Kes’s assistant Rodia, the sweet little girl Nessa who came around all the time, or it was an enemy come at last to kill her, and if it was an enemy, then it was about damn time.
“If you’ve come to kill me, you’re almost too late,” she shouted, thinking on that. It would be such a pain in her ass if she finally got murdered now that she was too feeble to really do much damage in return. She’d really had her heart set on making them pay for it when they finally came for her, but she had so little power left, physically or spiritually. She’d just have to hope one of her hexes got them on the way back out of the house.
“What?” Etto asked, coming to the doorway.
“Oh, it’s you,” she said. He was the least interesting of any of the possibilities. She was fond of him, but he didn’t even have the redeeming value of being pretty, like the other two people in this system with door codes to her house.
