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Chapter 8: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Monday, September 18, 2000
Cynara had been the new student at more schools than she could count, in at least eight states, two provinces, and a territory. None of them had ever been like this.
Of course, none of them had been full of fae. That was mark one. The horns, the tails, the cute snake-boy with the green hair and the chalk-white skin, the cuter-still dark-haired one with fire in his eyes and tattoos slinking across his bare chest. The casual discussion in class of fae, of Daeva - Jaya and Professor VanderLinden, of course – and Mara and Grigori – Luke and Director Avonmorea – and all of this other stuff that her father had only talked about on rare occasion when drunk.
read on...
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Monday, September 18, 2000
Cynara had been the new student at more schools than she could count, in at least eight states, two provinces, and a territory. None of them had ever been like this.
Of course, none of them had been full of fae. That was mark one. The horns, the tails, the cute snake-boy with the green hair and the chalk-white skin, the cuter-still dark-haired one with fire in his eyes and tattoos slinking across his bare chest. The casual discussion in class of fae, of Daeva - Jaya and Professor VanderLinden, of course – and Mara and Grigori – Luke and Director Avonmorea – and all of this other stuff that her father had only talked about on rare occasion when drunk.
read on...
