Category: Author’s Alley
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The Translator

He couldn’t read her moods from her face — a quirk of his own neurology he’d explained to her early on, matter-of-fact, no apology in it. Years of practice had taught him to compensate in other ways, mostly by listening more carefully than most people bothered to. “I won’t always catch it if you’re upset…
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The Late Bloomer

He’d been married before, briefly, decades ago, to someone wrong for him in ways that had taken years to fully understand. By the time he met Annika he was fifty-three, settled into a life he’d assumed was its final shape, no longer expecting anything to rearrange itself. It rearranged itself anyway. “I wasn’t looking,” he…
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The Understudy’s Understudy

She knew his coffee order before she knew his last name. It was a small, accidental intimacy — she worked the counter at the café he stopped at every morning, and for three months he’d been “oat milk flat white, extra hot” before he was anything else. He’d asked her out the day she got…
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The Practice Fight

They’d had exactly one real fight in nine years, early on, about something neither of them could fully reconstruct afterward. It had frightened them both — not the disagreement itself, but the unfamiliar heat of it, the realization that they were capable of hurting each other if they weren’t careful. So they’d done something unusual.…
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Chapter ii. Threads of Silver, Threads of Blood

You voted for Nesta to test the magic at Valkyrie training and see whether the voice followed her. She did. It did. Naturally, it could not behave itself. Valkyrie training started at sunrise. Or, rather, it started when Emerie decided she had finished drinking her first mug of bitter tea, which generally coincided with sunrise,…
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The Inheritance

Her grandmother’s ring didn’t fit her. It never had — too small, an old style, delicate in a way that didn’t suit the work she did with her hands. She’d kept it in a drawer for years, sentimental but impractical, unsure what to do with an heirloom that didn’t actually function as jewelry. Pavel had…
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The Practical Magic

She didn’t believe in soulmates, not really, not in the way the word got used in films. She believed in compatibility, timing, deliberate effort. She’d said as much to Costas early on, half-expecting him to argue, to make a case for fate or destiny or whatever romantic framework most people seemed to want. He hadn’t…



