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For the trip with her new wizard-hunting friend Tonks, Samara packed a shoulder-bag full of things she thought could be important to have. She didn't exactly have many things that would be of use in this way, but everything she thought might be useful went in the bag. A kitchen knife, a canteen of water, one of the Harry Potter books. A gauze ( Read more... ) -
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We went as we knew how, as far as the wind and sky would allow.
Even though she mostly pretended that Klaus's constant accompaniment when she had to go somewhere was his idea, Samara was grateful for it. She wasn't exactly sure where the well lay, after all, and the sound of things moving in the trees made all the hair on her arms stand up ( Read more... ) -
can't see the stars anymore living here
Everything was white, even the colors. It was supposed to have something to do with the way her eyes were adjusting from so long in the dark. Colors leeched away by bright lights that people had sworn weren't bright.
Samara could only close her eyes, the papery lids of them just barely providing relief. It was one of the only things she could ( Read more... ) -
you are lost; you can never go home
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Ray had set her down when they'd gotten back to the compound, and it was after many promises of staying safe and indoors that Samara had taken off at a dead run, still damp and dirty. Perhaps she should have slowed down, apologized to the people she bumped into, but there was only one thought in her mind, and it was go to KlausShe skidded along ( Read more... )