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Tag: Seth
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The Secret Garden II (217)
It was a big house and it needed a lot of fixing to be a school. So even though the adults had come up with a…
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The Secret Garden (214)
Seth knocked on the back door and opened it slowly, so he wouldn’t hit anyone. Mordecai and Erik appeared to be involved in the construction of…
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Emotional Support Lawyer (208)
For some reason, he found himself getting off the bus at the stop nearest Hyacinth’s house and walking the rest of the way. He had paid…
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The Blue Balloon (207)
Fall lunches were easily dawdled over. Easier, now that Magnificent’s education had been partially delegated to people qualified to fill in the gaps. Also, Brigadier General…
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Be Aware of Dog, Part 2 (193)
Sanaam appeared in the kitchen on Tiw’s Day morning, clutching a package of cold cuts. “I told your mother I was going to help you make…
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Be Aware of Dog, Part 1 (192)
Dear Mr. Zusman, I’m back from vacation and I had lots of fun. Enclosed, please find instant photographs of me furthering my education, as promised. Imam…
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All-Day Breakfast (180)
The rain had continued well into normal working hours, with intermittent drizzle and thunder over the city until ten. Everyone knew they had the rest of…
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Deus Post Machina (179)
“Who are you?” Calliope said. She’d seen Erik being other people before. That was his eyepatch and his underwear and his body, but he wasn’t wearing…
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Picking Up the Pieces (178)
Seth was talking again, but very soft. It took a few repetitions for her to get it: “Worthless person, worthless person, worthless, worthless…” “Hey.” She crept…
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The Least Wrong Thing (177)
“He tried to kill us,” someone said. A male voice. Hyacinth glanced away from the floating bottle to investigate. But the improvised firebomb was still lit,…
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Postcards from the Basement (171)
There was a young woman sitting on Calliope’s bed and sobbing. Steven had his arm around her and kept handing her tissues. “He didn’t have to…
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Maggie Goes to School (160)
The streets were misty, but not rainy. Spring was like that in San Rosille, vacillating between wet and balmy like a romantic poem. Shall I compare…
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A Trick Shot (154)
“Is he hurt? Is he hurt?” “I don’t know,” Seth said. “Here. Here.” Mordecai was fluttering around him like a bird at a feeder but somehow…
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