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Leslie GarlenAuthor's Foreword:If you haven't read Mac Vorennin yet, you gotta do it. It's not necessary to enjoy this sequel, but it is a great read and only ten-thousand words long. You could read it in half and hour, at least. The Vorennin stories are some of my more favorite works, and probably even more favorite than my mainstream fantasy. The characters are relatable, in my opinion, and the story reads like Ender's Game... which was what gave me a lot of inspiration for this story in the first place. I don't know of a lot of people who read Ender's Game and didn't like it.PrologueMaccabre Vorennin looked out into the Niflheim Nebula, but didn't seeLeslie Garlen
by ~J-Brown
The ChasmI stand on the bridge. It spans for infinity in both directions, and it is built over a chasm deeper than deep and expands in all directions to reaches my eyes cannot gauge. No matter how long I walk, I cannot reach an end to either side of the bridge. Time has stood still, and I can spend an eternity walking either way.The Chasm
But since time stands, it was hardly a minute ago when the world I loved died with me.
Now, once again, I face the challenge of the bridge. I've had countless years to ponder its allegory, and I've concluded everything the bridge is supposed to mean to me.
Before, when my world was alive
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You Stole My LightI can't see you anymore Because when you left you took the light So maybe that's why I'm blind I hope you can still see, thoughYou Stole My Light
You are selfish with yourself Give nothing, take nothing No one gets inside, right? That's how it goes?
Or maybe you can justify it. If nobody gets in, they can't hurt, Or be hurt. A great way to protect, A better way to slay.
And me? I give, and give And give and give myself And you turned me away Nobody else did, you just don't like it
Who are you really waiting for? Certainly not me; I'
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Mac Vorennin FINISHEDPart 1 HackedMac Vorennin FINISHED
To say that Maccabre-- Mac, as he liked it-- Vorennin was the type of guy who could, when given an inch, take a mile was inaccurate. To say he "takes" a mile would imply he took it; Mac stretched an inch a mile long.
Mac Vorennin, son of the well-known Terisha Vorennin, was only nine years old when he organized a self-sustaining infrastructure within his school's playground, which he presided over, and he was given respect for that from his peers. The Big Bads, the bullies, were broken easily, and they hated Mac Vorennin for his cunning and intelligence but still accepted his payment which for the
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A jelly calypso castle in the sky.
...and I did move away. Not far, but not in Anderson.
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"If I was sure of to match my mood with thine, I should never think again of trifles, in relation to thy comings and goings... and I respect thy genius: it is to me as yet unfathomed... thou art to me a delicious torment. Thine ever, or never."
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A jelly calypso castle in the sky.
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"If I was sure of to match my mood with thine, I should never think again of trifles, in relation to thy comings and goings... and I respect thy genius: it is to me as yet unfathomed... thou art to me a delicious torment. Thine ever, or never."
You probably know that I'm in Muncie these days, right?
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A jelly calypso castle in the sky.
"How do we figure out what is until we determine what isn't?"
Dunno... Sounds like one of his thought processes. I'll use it for Necro to say someday.
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"If I was sure of to match my mood with thine, I should never think again of trifles, in relation to thy comings and goings... and I respect thy genius: it is to me as yet unfathomed... thou art to me a delicious torment. Thine ever, or never."
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