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Please Pay the Troll (Lady Madeline Pt. 10)

They didn't talk much in the next hour. Most of the time, they just moved without talking — which was fine with Madeline. Handsome, of course, was silent the whole way. For some reason, he insisted on bringing the tree branch with him. They simply couldn't convince him that it was useless. Sometimes Roderick'd try to warn her about the troll again, tell her that she needed to ... Continue reading »

The Dig pt. 1 (Dust, story 2)

A sudden crash resounds across the floor, several men look up as a rain of glass pours out of a far window. Alarms sound and the residents rush to take cover. Dust begins to infiltrate through this new breach in the community's defenses. A trained crew of repairmen don masks and gather in the central courtyard. If they don't hurry, if too much of the invading ash and ... Continue reading »

Of Trolls and Bridges (Lady Madeline pt. 9)

"A stick?" Handsome asked, "I can find a stick! Oh boy!" and began sniffing about the orchard, trying to find something that Madeline or Roderick would like.


"A big stick?" Madeline asked Roderick, "Why do we need a big stick?"


"Well," Roderick said, "the way you need to cross the river is by using the bridge."


"And?" Madeline said.


"Well, if there is a bridge, then that means there will be a troll, too."

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Good Night, Friends (Lady Madeline, pt 7)

"So how _did_ you find your way here?" Roderick asked.


Madeline told him the story of Handsome and how he took her bag, of getting lost, and of the attack by the cats.


"They bit your arm?" Roderick asked.


"Well, yes. The one in front jumped at me and…" Madeline said.


"We need to look immediately!" Miranda interrupted, "Why didn't you say something earlier?"

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