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Chapter 19: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Monday, October 16, 2000

“Abednego.”  Professor Valerian’s hand landed on his shoulder.  “I know Professor Cayenne is your mentor, but I've noticed you're having quite a bit of trouble focusing in my class, and I'm not sure she can help with that.  Would you like to come to my office and discuss it?”

Abednego swallowed.  “I, no, that’s okay, ma’am.  I’ll figure something out.”

“How are you doing, anyway?  Kids aren’t giving you trouble, are they?  I know your brothers…”

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Chapter 15: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Friday, October 6, 2000

Dinner, Abednego had found, was one very rare part of the day that didn’t absolutely suck.

They had dinner with the crew, which meant Rafe was around Eris and Joff, and the two of them seemed to relax him.  Neither of them would really look at Abednego or say his name, but they had their own Kept, too, so he could more or less pretend they weren’t ignoring him on purpose.

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Chapter 11: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Sunday, September 24, 2000

“What are you doing?”

Abednego’s brothers had gotten him into trouble before.  They’d gotten him hurt before.  Once, Shadrach had almost gotten him killed.  And more than once, Meshach had nearly killed him.

None of that, not one bit of it, except possibly the electrocution, had been nearly as bad as this.

Abednego froze.  “Going to the bathroom?  Sir.”

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Chapter 7: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


He should have stocked his room’s tiny kitchenette.

One of the Fifth Cohort — Wylie or Wayne or something like that – had warned Abednego. “Look, best thing I can tell you is, stock that fridge and keep it full, keep the cupboards full. Sometimes you’re just not going to want to go out to the dining hall.”

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Chapter 3: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Saturday, September 9, 2000

“So what’s Abe short for?” The girl scooched closer to Abednego, her plastic cup sloshing green frothiness precariously close to the top. Her eyes were almost the same green as the drink; her hair, spilling over her bare shoulders, Abednego’s clothed shoulders, and the back of the couch, was nut-brown and soft as silk; the scattering of freckles on her pale skin were green, too.

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