I actually have clue one for the
meme requests for Falcons' Feathers and Chevalier de Grammont, the remaining many-request stories.
I also appear to have an inkling of clue one for the Trickwood Unification. (dear fuck, it's way more than one novel I could actually start Wild Roses here fuuuuuuck)
Clue One means chunks of jigsaw puzzle, not
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Her gravity coils were fluctuating. Not a lot, not in a way that spelled trouble--for him or whatever was making her twitchy--but enough to be noticeable. Enough that he was getting tense.
The second time he caught himself easing his hand towards a knife, he stood up, found a wall, and drummed on it gently with the edge of his fist.
"Grammont--" he started, and the nearest speaker-grille made a 'grraiyghr' noise that sounded disturbingly organic.
"Grammont," he repeated, louder, and tried not to flinch when her gravity clenched around him, held him still for a breathless second before smoothing out to what should have been inoffensive normality, floor below him, ceiling above, no tilts anywhere, no lingering sense of lightness or worrying weight ( ... )
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This is a really neat segment of time to see. <3
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