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There were few things as good as a warm summer day.  Especially those in the clumsy first breaths of summer, where the air wasn’t as quite as hot as it would be in a few weeks and the cool winds coming off the sea felt like a fresh breath of air. It was days like this that Driftwood always longed for, and always tried to cherish when t...

“I don’t think this is such a good idea,” Driftwood says for what feels like the hundredth time today.  In reality it’s probably closer to two hundred, and she’ll probably double that number by the end of the day.“I’unno, they seem happy,” The ferryman says from beside her, hauling his little rowboat up the shoreline and ...

Newt’s birthday that year is the first not on the island surrounded by the nearby crabs and the merry ferryman that always found an excuse to drop by on special occasions conveniently armed with a little gift he just happened to buy at the market.  Because he was nice like that, as much as Driftwood sometimes resents that.It wasn’t e...

There’s not much to do on the island, especially not nowadays.  At the age of twenty Oran’s explored every nook and cranny the island has to offer, even the caves that only come out during low tide that his mother always told him never to venture into.They were really cool for a year or two, but now they were just another thing he’...

It was hard to pinpoint exactly when they’d met, or even how.  There didn’t seem to be anything before the other, it was as if things just always were in the explicable way old things seemed to children.  If you’d sat them down and asked them to remember a time before they’d met, or if they had any other friends, they would both just tilt their little heads at you like...

A long time ago his mother told him that Kebs like to collect things.  In retrospect she probably only told him about other Kebs and the Outside World to distract him from the rainy seasons around the island when the waves would get so big they would whole parts of the beach and wash up gigantic rocks and trees so big they were taller th...

“Oran, y’out here?”  Newt asks in a way that sounds dreadfully clumsy when it’s out, or at least it does to Newt.  He’s only recently gotten his saber fangs and they’re growing in slow, and he hasn’t quite gotten used to the way he’s supposed to move his tongue between them.  “Oran?”It’s dark - or at least getting...