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The woman hovered near the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea. It had taken the selkie considerable work to get her there. “What do you see?” the selkie asked her softly, and her sea-green eyes met his. They were

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Tool Thief

“We’ve got to keep better track of our tools today,” Tom said as we pulled up to our jobsite. It was a beautiful brick addition to the community college in Santa Rosa, about an hour north of San Francisco, traffic

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Interview with D. Wallace Peach

Today’s guest is the lovely Diana Peach, whose blog, Myths of the Mirror, I highly recommend. Welcome to the Beauty of Words, Diana. Thank you, Cathleen, for the opportunity to talk about writing on your blog. I can do that

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To the Victor Go the Spoils

Two dragons circled in the crisp autumn sky. Cries of alarm echoed in the village streets as people grabbed their loved ones to flee. Rodor ducked an arrow and rocketed down toward the humans bolting in panic. He loved it

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Anemone

The waves sparkled in the sunlight, mocking Jordan’s feeble attempts at swimming. An albatross circled overhead, remote and untouchable in the vast blue desert that was the sky. The rain had fallen in sheets, destroying visibility and making it impossible

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Seymour and the Dishes

The teenage apprentice threw his pencil down in disgust. “This is stupid! Copying a whole page out of the dictionary just because one word in my cantrip was misspelled. What does it matter? I’m just going to speak the thing—it’s

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Leviathan

“It’s no good, captain. They’ll be here any minute.” Juan Diego tied off the line and turned to see the captain’s shoulders slump. “I’m sorry, lads,” the captain said quietly. “I’d hoped to get us close enough to land that

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We Are Eagles

40% of young eagles do not survive their first flight–baldeagleinfo.com/ “We are eagles,” Shadow’s father said, his fierce eyes the color of the sun. “And the sky is our home,” Shadow’s mother replied. The two eagles traded approving looks and

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Seymour and the Head

Seymour slammed his fist down on the scarred oak table, hard enough to make the grimoire bounce. To become a journeyman wizard, he needed a special spell, greater than the animated puppets or illusions he’d made thus far. He needed

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