And no, I don’t mean a sewer, though anyone who’s been around me a while knows I spend lots of time in the gutter. I was thinking of this today as I stumbled about YouTube looking for the music that Kolya will blast when he needs to escape. If you’re wondering why I’m poking at […]
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Kolya woke with a start. For a second he was lost, then he remembered the bed. Mari was gone, though. He sat up fast, and saw across a narrow aisle Jadzia lay sleeping. At his feet a girl was sitting, a small girl, younger than he was. “I thought you’d never wake up,” she said,
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Cloth covered Kolya’s eyes. Wet cloth. Not a blindfold. He lay in–in a hard bed or maybe a couch. Someone was singing. “In a canyon, in a cavern, excavating for a mine,” He didn’t know the voice. Even when he realized it should be Jadzia, not Emmie, he didn’t recognize the woman’s voice. But it
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A chime sounded in the shuttle. People hurried in. Seats that had been tilted were set upright. Luggage was stashed. Jadzia sighed and put her device away and glanced at Kolya and froze. Then she snatched something from the seat in front of her and put it in Kolya’s hand. Airsick bag it said, with
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Kolya kept his head down and stayed close behind Jadzia as they walked through the hotel. He didn’t see Hans, and more important, Hans did not see him, or so he guessed from the lack of disturbance as they slipped out a side door and into the darkness. The snow had stopped, but the wind
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That slug bastard was dead. Killed by an assassin with a sword who might be right outside the door. Kolya tugged at the boots with a whine. Keen had told him to be quick. A smart boy listened when a man with a sword told him shit.
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So apparently there’s this tradition on Twitter. Here’s the first part of Kolya. Hope you like. (Yes, I know the first paragraph is confusing. It’s a first draft.) One minute Kolya was dying, heels drumming the wall, too-short nails clawing at the hand clamped on his throat, vision darkening on the leer of his john,
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