Julie stood by the bay window looking at the garden as she asked, “Where is Synth’s brother?”
“He waits for his time,” Vivian commented absently as she watched Yuri leave his chair and cross the room. Her attention returned to Lore and Kenna. “You are right about one thing. Your blood is the price of peace. It will ever rest with your abilities, your power.”
“Are you predicting peace?” Lore asked.
“No, I have no view into the future. The future will know its past as it should.”
Lore smiled and stroked a hand down Kenna’s back. “Vivian, you and Julie enjoy riddles way too much. Personally, I’m grateful for a rest. It will probably be short, but for right now our opponents are on the run or ignorant of our presence in the world.”
Lore’s gaze flicked around the room. They appeared a casual gathering but each heart present had paid a price. The future would be written in their blood and they would command it with that power.
“We will take our right to live, to freedom from anyone who attempts to deny us. By the time humans realize they are truly not alone, it will be too late. Far too late.”
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I’m a chronic fantasizer. Every good romance novel ended too soon. After a while, I started making up stories when I had a few minutes to while away. So now, instead of sitting around with a blank look on my face, I’ve taken to writing them down.
Because of my father’s job, we moved every three years in my early life. My first memories are of Bermuda, and then we were in several African countries. It was a wonderful childhood. I gained a rich cultural background in the world community, but never learned to spell. As an adult, I avoided writing at all costs, embarrassed over my limitations.
But the writer will not stay silent forever. She broke out, and insisted on learning the mystical world of grammar and spelling. Haven’t mastered all of it yet, but they let me write for you anyway. Bless every editor on the planet. They give dreamers a place to send fantasies and save us the embarrassment of owning our shortcomings.
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