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Chance Encounter (March, previous year), part 2 of 6

I run south, through the park, towards the better parts of town.  Our territory doesn’t extend much past the park, in this direction, but there’s a few unclaimed areas south of us where I can safely go.  Well, as safely as a wolf can, in a human city.  But I’ve already decided I’m okay with [...]

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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 [...]

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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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Chance Encounter (March, previous year), part 1 of 6

“You really think he’ll take you?” she asks, and it’s clear what she thinks.  But I’m pretty sure she’s wrong. “Yeah, I think he will.  If I keep on his good side, until then.  He still wants to think of himself that way, you know?” “Hm,” she replies.  I glance at her, but I can’t make out her [...]

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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 [...]