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Chatoyant College Book 12: Chapter 49: Soaking

Edie knocked on Derwen’s door and waited for a moment. The door was answered by one of Derwen’s roommates, who squinted at Edie, smiled, and called over her shoulder, “Sarah, your friend Edie is here.”

“What does she want?” Derwen called.

The roommate—Edie still hadn’t learned their names, though they had obviously learned hers—turned back to Edie and raised her eyebrows.

“We’re going to brunch,” Edie said. “Does she want to come along?”

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Chatoyant College Book 12: Chapter 48: April Showers

Saturday, April 29

Edie woke slowly that Saturday, wondering as she did so why it seemed so dark and cold. She blinked and sat up as she awakened all the way, still confused. Had she woken up really early? It was still dark.

But when she looked behind her, she understood. It was raining, a heavy, soaking spring rain. She grimaced. The ground was going to be churned to mud, and while she always made a point of staying on the paths anyway, she didn’t want to get soaked. Maybe she could just stay in all day. It wasn’t like she had anywhere to go, except the dining hall, and she had snacks in her room.

But what if Leila had left her a note under the rock? She would have to go outside at least once to check it.

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Chatoyant College Book 12: Chapter 47: The Corner Room

Dawn hesitated. She was really interested in seeing the inside of a triple—they were very fortunate to have run into a friendly woman who happened to live in one—but she didn’t want to barge in on someone’s room while they weren’t there. She wouldn’t like it if… actually, now that she thought about it, she wouldn’t really care if Naomi brought a stranger into their room, since Naomi was the only one who might be embarrassed by a mess (and she was never embarrassed). But still, it felt strange.

“Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t want to go in if they might not be okay with it.”

“It’s okay,” Shannon assured her. “We have people over all the time.”

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Chatoyant College Book 12: Chapter 46: Sayer

Dawn, Corrie, and Edie had a good time eating dinner together and chatting about their plans for the next year. They’d all signed up for magic classes, of course, and they wondered about what exactly they were going to learn.

Edie worried that she had signed up for the wrong classes, since she didn’t yet know which kinds of magic she would like more than others, but Dawn and Corrie assured her that she would be fine. The school offered few enough different magic classes that they would probably all take most of the classes before they graduated. Anyway, Dawn was sure that if Edie found herself completely incapable of doing one type of magic, the professors would allow her to switch classes. She didn’t have to be stubborn like Corrie, continuing to work at psionics despite showing no talent whatsoever (then again, Professor Rook kept telling her that she might yet find her skill).

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Chatoyant College Book 3: The Inner Circle–now at Smashwords!

You can now purchase Chatoyant College Book 3, The Inner Circle, at Smashwords! Like the first two books, it’s pay-as-you-wish, so you can get it for free if you wish, and I am happy for you to do so. However, if you wish to pay a bit as a tip for making the book available, that’s great too!

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Chatoyant College Book 12: Chapter 45: So Many Choices

Dawn knocked on the door and heard Corrie call, “Come in.” When she entered, she was pleased to see that Corrie and Edie were in, and no one else was visiting them.

As she shut the door behind herself, she remembered the many times that she’d been in here just to talk to the two of them—that either she’d come in while specifically avoiding others, or they’d been hanging out in a larger group and she’d deliberately stayed behind just to have a private conversation with the two of them. There had even been a few times when they had come into her dorm room to have a private conversation with her, when Naomi was out.

Of course, at times she had wanted to talk privately with Corrie without Edie around, or vice versa, but Dawn couldn’t remember any times when she’d wanted to talk to either Corrie or Edie specifically with another friend or group of friends. She hoped they liked her idea. They were her best friends, and a triple with the two of them was the most comfortable living arrangement she could come up with other than single rooms for all of them.

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February Patreon Story

The February story, “Etchings,” is available now, exclusively for patrons!

Silhouette of women standing back to back on white background

Torra was working, as usual, in the back room, focusing on inserting the gears perfectly so that her new project would work correctly, when she heard voices from the front.

“This is unusual,” said a man’s voice. Torra didn’t know the voice, but she sat up straighter and listened harder—it seemed familiar to her somehow. “Beautiful workmanship.”

“My apprentice,” said Missus Frigta warmly. “A very remarkable young lady. She’s only fourteen, been working for me these two years, but her skills are outstripping mine already.” Torra smiled at Missus Frigta’s praise, though she didn’t believe it.

“A twelve-year-old child, already your apprentice?” The man’s voice, though reedy and hesitant, sent shivers of warmth through Torra. Where had she heard it before? Not in the orphanage, surely, and she had no memories from before it, except–she quashed the thought. She hadn’t met Kandel until they came to the orphanage, so those memories couldn’t be real.

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