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Winter Rain, part 42

It’s a scent trail only, and barely that—at least a couple of weeks old, maybe more.  But every time I think I’ve lost the trail, I find another marker, still potent, after all this time.  Brennan follows behind, true to his word.  Fucker.  If ever he was going to challenge my authority, this would be the [...]

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Winter Rain, part 41

The bitumen of the old road dies a natural death, petering out to a deeply rutted dirt track, clogged with tall, browning grasses and weeds.  They close in around us, quickly, obscuring the view both forward and to the sides.  Only the path behind us remains open.  Brennan downshifts, and we slow to a crawl. “You’re sure [...]

Schedule Changes

Hi all, Bad news first: I need more time on another project, which means I need to spend less time on Winter Rain. Good news: I’m still going to update three days a week.  Sort of.  Winter Rain will be updated Tuesdays and Thursdays.  From now on, on Saturdays, I’m going to run serialized short stories set [...]

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Winter Rain, part 40

A bell rings over the door and announces my presence as I step into the small shop of the petrol station.  A middle-aged woman behind the counter looks up from her book and smiles.  “Top o’ the morning, to you, lad.  Now what can I be doing for you today?” Her smile is easy and infectious, [...]

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Winter Rain, part 39

The narrow road rises steeply towards a line of trees.  Brennan guns the engine, a little harder than perhaps he needs to, and my stomach floats as we crest the hill.  For barely a moment, I glimpse the wide valley laid out before us, a broad expanse of old woodland; one of the few real [...]

Twitter

Hi all, As I’m not particularly dependable on the hour of update, I’ve set up a Twitter account which I’ll try to keep up to date with my progress on the next episode.  I’ll be putting notifications of delays and such there, instead of into the archive here.  I’ve also added a widget on the side [...]

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Winter Rain, part 38

Keaira is running toward the house on the east trail, a hundred feet away, as I step out of the entrance way—a sleek, white and charcoal form I would recognize anywhere.  Her long strides are fluid and graceful, two feet striking separately, then two together, as she bounds up the Hill towards the house.  It [...]