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Trish Nolde

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There Used to be More of Us

Weekly Contest #352

It was after sunset when Martín Rojas caught up to him and dropped his saddle on the ground next to the fire. Enrique had ridden ahead and waited for him, giving the young knight time to think, to absorb what secrets had been revealed to him. And he was relieved, too, when he saw Martín relax in his presence, and lean against the saddle as he had done on so many previous patrols together, rather than turning back to Ávila in horror or disgust. After all, it was not every day that one learns that their mentor is a a vampire, and he knew from ...

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The Muses

Weekly Contest #351

Ines de Montoya stood stock still in the manner she had perfected in her seven centuries as service to the royal courts of Spain. The light from the screen on the kitchen table glowed softly, illuminating her pale skin, a gift of her vampire nature, and dancing off her auburn hair, the inheritance of her Visigothic past. Her companion, Enrique Olivarez, paced in tight circles on the other side of the room, unable to enjoy the abandon of a satisfying stride in the tiny space. The white cloak that marked him as a knight of the Military Order o...

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Not with Trumpets, but with Chants

Weekly Contest #349

Mérida, Hispania. 713 AD. The seventh seal had broken. Leovigildo knew this with the certainty of prophecy. We are monsters now. The prophecies had spoken of tribulation, of kingdoms falling and false prophets rising. But he had never imagined it would look like this—not fire from heaven, but starvation within walls. Not the Beast rising from the sea, but the beasts rising within his own men. He stood frozen, watching in horror as the Vese warrior feed on the dying woman in the shadow of Mérida's walls, his eyes wild with desperation. The...

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