The Chronicles of Oranthe: Magyck Lost

Chapter 2: A Rough Landing

The two of us tumbled down (up? across?) the vortex. Bianca — immovable, unshakable Bianca — screamed herself hoarse behind (in front of? beside?) me. I was too distracted by the sensations I was experiencing to do more than spare a thought for her concern. I sure couldn’t scream like her. Hell, I couldn’t even figure out how she was managing to scream…




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Laura Probst

Laura Probst

A writer attempting to put her money where her mouth is. Or her ass where her money is. Or something like that. Apparently I also try too hard to be clever.

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