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This is not a memory.
When Sydney is four years old her mother dies and her world splits down the middle. And every step she takes from then on echoes, ricocheting around the empty space she left behind. Every inch she grows, she grows around the outline of the woman who brought her into the world.
This is not a memory.
It’s a wound.
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Or, all the yesterdays that led to Sydney’s todays…and a glimpse at her tomorrows.
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- Part 1 of Author’s Picks
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29 Sep 2024
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Skywalker, the deep hollow voice of the desert says, echoing like a heartbeat in his bones. Do you know what your name means?
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28 Aug 2024
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“I’ll drink to that.” He raises his cup to the sky – to the rough location where, a few hours ago, the Death Star had exploded into glittering fragments in the heavens. “The monster’s dead. He’s rotting in hell and the galaxy’s a brighter place for it. Bottoms up, huh?”
He drinks to it. Luke says, steadily, “He was my father.”
Han snorts a laugh into his drink. It’s only as he raises his eyes, smirking, to Luke’s face and sees the look on it that his laughter dies away.
The look on Luke’s face is calm. Steady. Stony, almost. He says, slowly, “You’re not kidding.”
“No,” says Luke.
He thinks, I’m too drunk for this.
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27 Aug 2024
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How Ekkreth Escaped Slavery by Fialleril
Fandoms: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars Original Trilogy
09 Mar 2015
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Shmi tends her injured son and shares the old, old story of how Ekkreth the trickster escaped slavery. And Anakin will remember.
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- Part 3 of A History of Resistance
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26 Aug 2024
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“Are you seeing anyone?”
“What?” Steve asks, mouth half-open. He stops stirring his coffee and uses all that movement on his head, which shakes so hard that his hair flops side to side. “No, no, no, it’s not like that. Rob and I are—like, I mean that—it’s not—”
Jonathan’s eyebrows hit his hairline.
“I meant, like, a doctor,” he says, slowly. “You know. For your multiple concussions.”
OR: Jonathan and Steve make apologies, make amends, and make new friends.