Mini-Interlude 12 – Seller and Abigail

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The following is a commissioned mini-interlude focusing on Seller and Abigail talking about their family. 

Against the background of the giant forest, its trees like the skyline of office towers in the middle of New York or Hong Kong, a lone man in a pristine emerald suit and matching sunglasses stood out. Despite the superficial similarity in coloration between his apparel and the surrounding foliage, there could be no mistaking such vestments for camouflage. They were far too bright and clearly artificial against the simple earthy greens of leaves and bushes. The man stood out like a brightly polished ruby set against the fur of a red squirrel. Both ostensibly of the same shade, yet clearly very different.

“So I have another question for you.”

The voice came from behind the man in question, but he didn’t turn to look. There was no need to. The sunglasses that he wore provided him with full three hundred and sixty degree vision all the way around himself. They also amplified light so that he could see perfectly in near-total darkness, protected him from most harmful vision effects, and included various telescopic and X-Ray vision capabilities.

Some of those same skills weren’t exactly necessary due to other powers that he’d gained over the years from various creatures. But he kept the glasses anyway. Not only out of sentimental value (which there was plenty of), but also because an enemy believing they had stripped those abilities from him by taking away the glasses would be in for a surprise.

“I would be very surprised if you went too long without one, Abigail,” he replied easily to the woman who was picking her way carefully through the giant bush that he had been waiting in front of. “It’s a lot to take in. If possible, I’ll try to answer.”

Abigail Fellows, who at one point in her very early childhood had been known as Koren Atherby before eventually giving that forename to her own daughter out of some not-entirely lost memory, straightened up and dusted herself off before focusing on him. “Why do they call you Seller? I mean, is it—wait, is it safe to talk?”

“It is,” he confirmed, reaching out to tap the watch that he wore. Among the Bystanders, it was known as a Louis Moinet Magistralis, a watch brand which sold for roughly eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars. It also held enchantments remarkably well. “As long as you stay within a few yards of me, we’re safe from eavesdroppers for the time being.”

“Right, then why?” Abigail folded her thin arms, staring down her nose at him. “And is it Seller Atherby? Because no one I’ve seen ever uses a last name with you.”

“People of Eden’s Garden don’t usually stick with our birth names,” he answered carefully. “When trainees turn eighteen, they’re given a new name either by their closest mentor and teacher, or by a committee of leaders, depending on the tribe. A couple tribes even let people choose their own names. And, to be honest, even some of the ones that assign them mostly do that as a formality. If the trainee requests a specific name, they’ll probably get it.”

“So that’s why that boy that I saw Miranda with was named… Noble?” Abigail mused aloud. “And then the werewolf girl with the green hair, she was… Pace?”

“And her partners are Doxer and Trice, yeah.” Seller nodded. “Miranda explained the first one to me, but I didn’t follow most of it. Something about how finding out everything about a person or a company is called doxing, and he fancies himself good at finding that sort of thing, so he calls himself Doxer.”

“And Trice?” she asked, sounding annoyed at the very mention of their names.

“It’s an old Middle English word,” he replied. “It means either an instant or a very brief time. You know how people say ‘I’ll get that done in a jiffy?’ Well, same thing. ‘I’ll get that done in a trice.’”

“Well their names should be ‘pawn, stooge, and patsy.’” Abigail’s voice was a huff. “I cannot believe that there’s nothing we can do to make them–” She stopped herself through visible effort, muttering under her breath before focusing again. “Distract me, why the name?”

Shrugging, Seller started to walk again, leading the woman through the forest. “I wasn’t always part of Eden’s Garden. When I first started interacting with them, I was a mercenary. They called me Sellsword for awhile. Somehow that got shortened to Seller. I guess after I officially joined them, they wanted to sound more polite or something.”

After a moment of silence as they picked their way through more enormous bushes, he continued. “And I don’t use the name Atherby because it’s not mine anyway. My family married into that one after me. Not that I’ve had much to do with my bloodline in the past. I guess I ahh, kind of feel guilty about that sometimes, but another part of me figures most of them—you–are better off without any of my enemies knowing about you. Believe me, there’s people out there that wouldn’t rest until all of you were dead if they knew you were related to me.”

“Yeah,” Abigail retorted, “Because our family is doing so well already.”

He winced, just a little bit. “Fair. But my own problems would still add onto those threats. And as you just managed to point out, that’s the last thing you need.”

The woman turned, squinting at him intently. “And just how many other ‘family members’ do you have out there? How many generations separate us? Two, three, four? Should I call you Grandpa, Great-grandpa?”

“Call me Seller,” he insisted with a quick shake of his head. “Just Seller.” After a moment of letting that hang, he sighed. “But fine, if you insist. You know your mother. The one I can’t talk about that much because of the damn enchantment.”

“Joselyn—wait, why can I talk about her but you can’t?”

He chuckled darkly. “Part of the spell. You weren’t a target of it. I was. Anyway, some of the other stuff I can talk about. Her parents. Her father was Joshua, and his father was Lyell. Lyell’s wife was named Edeva. She was my daughter.”

Abigail blinked at that. “So you’re Wyatt’s, Flick’s, and my… great, great-grandfather. That’s… less than I thought there would be. Flick said that you didn’t know she was your descendant.”

He coughed. “Yes, but that’s not so much a matter of losing track as not knowing that the woman even had another daughter. Part of the deal with Crossroads was not tracking her down after all that happened.”

Abigail was quiet then, frowning thoughtfully. Before she managed to speak again, Seller stopped in front of another one of the giant trees. To anyone else, it would have looked like any other tree in this forest aside from the much larger one that the Heretics lived on.

Yet, to Seller’s eye, it stood out almost as much. “Here,” he announced, tapping his hand against the wood in a distinct rhythm. A moment later, part of the tree itself lifted up and turned, revealing a large opening. He gestured for the woman to precede him, then stepped in after her.

Abigail blinked in the darkness. “Well? What now?” The two of them were standing inside the tree.

In response, the man tapped the wood again in another distinct pattern. As he finished, the tree began to lower itself once more with the two of them in it.

“A—a hidden elevator?” Abigail demanded as the tree sank back into the ground before revealing a cave in front of them.

Seller nodded, gesturing for her to accompany him into the cave. “Over the years, I’ve found it beneficial to have a few places that even other Gardeners aren’t aware of. This is one of them.”

The cave itself was about sixty feet long by thirty feet wide on average, though there were spots that were much narrower and others that were slightly wider. Here and there he had placed chests of supplies or other things he thought he might need in case of emergency. And at the back of the cavern was the only living creature besides himself, Abigail, and Hannah who had ever been in the place.

“Oh… my… god.” Abigail’s eyes were wide as she stared at the thing even as it cautiously eyed them from as far away as possible. “Is that a… is that a Pegasus?”

“Of course not,” Seller retorted. “A Pegasus is a horse with wings. You see the antlers? This is a Peryton. It’s a stag with wings. His name is Salten, and he belongs to Han—Avalon. Obviously, she couldn’t take him with her to Crossroads, and she was afraid that Trice and his cronies would do something to him. So she asked me to take care of him. I take him out with me for exercise and fresh air. While you’re here, you can help out.”

He watched then as Abigail slowly stepped forward, staring at the majestic animal. It was slightly larger than an elk, yet smaller than a moose. Most of the Peryton’s body was white, while its antlers were a gleaming silver. Meanwhile, both its wing feathers and tail feathers were blue save for the ones along the edges, which were black with silver tips.

“Who would… hurt such a beautiful creature?” the woman asked breathlessly while taking another step that way. “Is it okay to touch him?”

“If he’ll let you,” Seller replied. “He and Hannah basically grew up together. They were more like siblings than mistress and steed, though he let her ride him. They wrestled a lot.”

She looked over her shoulder at him quizzically. “Wrestled?”

Seller smiled faintly at the memory. “Well, as much as a thirteen-year-old girl and a Peryton fawn can wrestle, yes.”

Abigail turned away from him then, looking back to the squinting creature. “… you miss her, don’t you?” she asked quietly, lifting her hand to show him her palm. “You miss Ava… Hannah.”

At the sound of the name, Salten took a quick step forward. His big head leaned around to peek behind Abigail as though searching for the girl in question. He seemed to sniff the air, then let out a slightly shuddering snort before focusing. Seller could see the eagerness fade into sadness when there was no sign of his long-time companion.

“Ohhh…” the woman shivered visibly before reaching up to put her hand against the side of the Peryton’s nose. “You do miss her. I know. My…” She swallowed. “I lost my husband recently, and I’m not… I can’t remember him. I remember… loving someone, and thinking about losing that makes me sad. But I can’t remember anything about the man himself. I don’t… I can’t feel what I’m supposed to feel. I can’t mourn him because I don’t remember him at all. I don’t know anything about our life together. And my daughter is… my daughter is off in the same place your Hannah is, and I can’t help her. I’m supposed to be okay with that but—but I don’t know how I can be.”

Salten went still for a moment, then lowered his head against the woman’s shoulder, stepping closer in what Seller realized was as close to a hug as the animal could get.

The two of them stood like that for a few minutes before Abigail collected herself, looking back toward Seller as something else obviously occurred to her. “You said Joshua, Joshua’s father Lyell, and Lyell’s wife Edeva, your daughter. What about Joshua’s wife? According to Flick, both of them sacrificed themselves to drive the Fomorians out of the world.”

Seller didn’t respond at first. He looked away silently for a few seconds before murmuring, “Not exactly.”

“What? What do you mean, not exactly?” the woman demanded while reaching out to gently run her hand down Salten’s side.

He sighed. “Both of them sacrificed themselves in a way. The magic they were doing, it required two kinds of sacrifice. One literal, one metaphorical. Joshua sacrificed his life literally. His wife sacrificed hers metaphorically. She sacrificed her identity as Joshua’s wife and her connection to that family. It was erased from everyone’s memory. Even I don’t know who she was. Every bit of her as connected to the Atherby line was erased, both physical and mental. When I think of her now, it’s just a black spot where her face and name should be.”

Abigail’s eyes were wide. “That’s—what—that’s vile. Can’t it be… undone?”

“If it was,” the man replied softly, “It would weaken the spell keeping the Fomorians away. There has to be a living component of the spell for it to stay as strong as it is. That’s part of the whole point of there being two sides of the sacrifice that banished them.”

“So this… woman, she’s still alive?”

He nodded. “I would assume so. Probably staying with Gabriel Prosser. He wouldn’t have wanted to leave Joshua’s wife all on her own, so I imagine he made arrangements beforehand, even if he wouldn’t remember afterward who she really was or about her connection to the Atherby’s.”

“So you’re telling me that we have a mother out there whom no one remembers… and a grandmother?” Abigail demanded. “What the–” she launched into possibly the longest single string of curse words Seller could remember emerging from an adult.
“If I had to guess, I’d say that your mother got the idea for her own erasure from her mother’s,” Seller replied once she had finally run out of breath. “But yes, self-sacrifice does seem to be an ongoing theme of the Atherby line. Particularly since my own family was connected to it.”

“Well, it needs to stop,” Abigail stated flatly. “And you need to involve yourself more. Don’t start on the whole enemies thing. There’s already enemies, so your excuses don’t hold water. Look at what’s happening. Look at what’s been happening ever since… well, it seems like it started back with the Fomorian… invasion. But it’s still going on. We need to work together, or we’re going to lose more of our family.”

Sighing, Seller gave a slight nod. “You have a point. Unfortunately, there isn’t a lot we can do about it right now.”

The woman was silent for a few long seconds while she ran her hand along the animal’s side. When she spoke, her tone was thoughtful. “Actually… maybe there is…

“Tell me more about Edeva and Lyell.”

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  1. There you go, guys. Have some answers and some more questions. Really this story in a nutshell, isn’t it? 😉

    I hope you enjoyed reading that. Our dear and wonderful donators are currently voting to see who the subject of the next main interlude will be. They’re choosing from the following list:
    Virginia Dare
    Pace (Trice’s female friend that helped attack Flick’s team. Also now known as a secret werewolf that works with Lemuel)
    Tribald Kine (The Runner/Detective who interrogated Flick)
    Sands
    Asenath
    Jiao (Asenath and Shiori’s mother)
    Fahsteth (The shark-man who poisoned young Avalon/Hannah that they now know is a mercenary)
    Nevada
    Miranda
    Croc (The Unset leader guy who met Flick at Eden’s Garden)

    So you’ll see one of those ten when Friday rolls around! Until then, I hope you all have a fantastic week. Our tags for this chapter are: Abigail Fellows, Future Scene: Avalon And Salten Trampling Trice While ‘Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer’ Plays With His Name Substituted., I Await The People Screaming About Me Cutting The Chapter Off There Before Seller’s Detailed Response., Salten, Seller

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  2. Great-great-grandfather. More or less what I was expecting.

    Poor Salten. I swear, they better get reunited by the end of this story. I want to see him and Avalon wrestle!

    Not sure how I feel about the EG naming thing. Badly, most likely.

    And I’m slightly confused as to what happened to Joselyn’s mom and I want to be clear: the spell erased her memory as an Atherby , but not entirely, correct? So basically everything she did before marrying Joshua was left alone, and she would have had to go back to who she was then, unable to tell anyone else, including (or especially) her daughter. Do I have this right?

    Furthermore, Cerulean you’ve mentioned in the past that the spell that erased Joselyn removed her identity as a Heretic. Does that mean her life before becoming one, 1901-1918, was left untouched?

    Also, is Joshua’s wife the person Fossor can’t remember, or is there another?

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    1. Poor Salten. I swear, they better get reunited by the end of this story. I want to see him and Avalon wrestle!

      So do I. 🙂

      the spell erased her memory as an Atherby , but not entirely, correct?

      It erased everyone ELSE’S memory of her being an Atherby and everything she had to do with that family. She retains her own memory.

      So basically everything she did before marrying Joshua was left alone, and she would have had to go back to who she was then, unable to tell anyone else, including (or especially) her daughter. Do I have this right?

      Correct. Basically losing her married identity and going back to her maiden name and all that.

      Furthermore, Cerulean you’ve mentioned in the past that the spell that erased Joselyn removed her identity as a Heretic. Does that mean her life before becoming one, 1901-1918, was left untouched?

      Yes, there would be records somewhere of a very young Joselyn pre-Crossroads.

      Also, is Joshua’s wife the person Fossor can’t remember, or is there another?

      Joshua’s wife is the person Fossor can’t remember. Her identity being wiped out was what led him to protect himself from future memory spells.

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      1. It erased everyone ELSE’S memory of her being an Atherby and everything she had to do with that family. She retains her own memory.

        Right, that’s what I meant. I worded the question poorly.

        Correct. Basically losing her married identity and going back to her maiden name and all that.

        Now there’s one other thing that’s messing with me a bit. Undoing that memory spell would weaken (or destroy?) the seal keeping the Fomorians away, I get that. But would telling people, like say, her grandchildren, about her and her connection to them weaken this memory spell? Like how meeting Flick let Asenath and Twister remember some of their censored memories of the revolution?

        Yes, there would be records somewhere of a very young Joselyn pre-Crossroads.

        Why do I have a very strong suspicion that Lincoln found some of those records? I can see it now: he was looking up anything on his missing wife, found someone with the same name from a century earlier in a library somewhere, looked it up on a whim and then was shocked to find that the elder Joselyn Atherby looks way too much like his Joselyn Atherby for it to be a coincidence, then started convincing himself it’s a coincidence.

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      2. But would telling people, like say, her grandchildren, about her and her connection to them weaken this memory spell? Like how meeting Flick let Asenath and Twister remember some of their censored memories of the revolution?

        Yes. Every person who knows her identity is a chink in the wall of the spell. Every person that finds out may or may not actually BREAK the spell, but the more that it happens, the weaker it gets. In game terms, the first time someone finds out, roll a D20 and if the result is 20, the spell breaks. Second person that finds out, 19-20. Third person, 18-20, and so on.

        Why do I have a very strong suspicion that Lincoln found some of those records? I can see it now: he was looking up anything on his missing wife, found someone with the same name from a century earlier in a library somewhere, looked it up on a whim and then was shocked to find that the elder Joselyn Atherby looks way too much like his Joselyn Atherby for it to be a coincidence, then started convincing himself it’s a coincidence.

        Stay tuned. 😉

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      3. Yes. Every person who knows her identity is a chink in the wall of the spell. Every person that finds out may or may not actually BREAK the spell, but the more that it happens, the weaker it gets. In game terms, the first time someone finds out, roll a D20 and if the result is 20, the spell breaks. Second person that finds out, 19-20. Third person, 18-20, and so on.

        Does Abigail learning that she exists count towards that? Or is it specifically learning her identity. As in, she could know her grandmother erased her identity, and also meet and interact with said grandmother, but the spell is only weakened if she actually knows that the woman is her grandmother.

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      4. Does Abigail learning that she exists count towards that? Or is it specifically learning her identity. As in, she could know her grandmother erased her identity, and also meet and interact with said grandmother, but the spell is only weakened if she actually knows that the woman is her grandmother.

        Specifically learning her identity, not just that she exists. Seller doesn’t count against it either because he doesn’t know her identity.

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  3. ““It is,” he confirmed, reaching out to tap the watch that he wore. Among the Bystanders, it was known as a Louis Moinet Magistralis, a watch brand which sold for roughly eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars. It also held enchantments remarkably well. ”
    Me:…Well, I suppose if smaller pieces of jewelry can go for multiple millions, an 850k USD watch isn’t out of the question. Still a stupidly high price, but I suppose if it holds certain enchantments well the cost might have been worth it. Eventually.

    “Abigail turned away from him then, looking back to the squinting creature.”
    Me: well, well. Looks like Salten is going “Just who are you, strange human?” Very nice little detail. Also, looks like he accepted Abigail quickly.

    ““So you’re telling me that we have a mother out there whom no one remembers… and a grandmother?” Abigail demanded. “What the–” she launched into possibly the longest single string of curse words Seller could remember emerging from an adult.”
    Me: Rather impressive, and understandable as well. The Aberthy family has fared rather poorly over the last few centuries all things considered.

    “The woman was silent for a few long seconds while she ran her hand along the animal’s side. When she spoke, her tone was thoughtful. “Actually… maybe there is…

    “Tell me more about Edeva and Lyell.””
    Me: Oh? Hmm. We’ll likely see soon enough just where Abigail is going with this train of thought.

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    1. Me:…Well, I suppose if smaller pieces of jewelry can go for multiple millions, an 850k USD watch isn’t out of the question. Still a stupidly high price, but I suppose if it holds certain enchantments well the cost might have been worth it. Eventually.

      Believe it or not, I didn’t make that up. Number 13 on this list

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  4. Well, there was a lot of interesting info in this chapter, as Seller answers some of Abigail’s questions.

    To start with, some clarification on how Seller’s related to Flick, Joselyn, & the rest- one of his descendants married into the Atherby clan, specifically that his daughter married Lyell, making him Flick, Abigail, & Wyatt’s great-grandfather. Interesting.

    Plus, we find out some more details about how Joselyn’s parents sacrificed themselves to power the spell that blocked the Formorian invasion- although Joshua did sacrifice his life, his wife sacrificed her identity as an Atherby & presence in the memory of others, which means that Flick’s grandmother is possibly running around under some sort of assumed identity as part of Prosser’s group. That could make for an interesting scene in a future chapter if Flick ever crosses paths with them & someone comments on the resemblance, though if ‘Grandma Atherby’ is the missing one Fossor’s trying to find, and such a meeting leads him to her, it could get interesting in a different way.

    Though understandable that Abigail doesn’t care for that one bit, given how memory magic’s been a problem with her thanks to the Formorian’s obliteration of her true husband throwing her for an emotional loop & the realization of how her real mother was made an unperson.

    Speaking of names, Seller is a name he adopted, and a shortening of how he was called ‘Sellsword’ when he first joined the Garden, because he had been working as a merc beforehand. Wonder what his real name is. Also, wonder just why Garden Heretics stop going by the real name & adopt a nom de guerre that may be chosen by their mentor/tribe/themselves depending on the customs of their tribe once they turn 18?

    Imagine that Flick, Avalon, & the rest are going to be quite pissed when they learn that even though Seller & presumably the Victors are quite aware that Pace is a werewolf, and what she, along with Doxer & Trice have been up to, but are unable to do anything about it, presumably because of Garden politics.

    Though as Doxer’s name was chosen as a derivative of ‘doxxing’ because of his perceived skill at finding out information (and releasing it), have to wonder if that has something to do with how Crossroads’ information security has been quite thoroughly penetrated by the conspiracy targeting Avalon?

    However, the bit between Abigail & Salten, as well as how Salten & little Hannah Avalon played several years ago was cute.

    Some of those same skills weren’t exactly necessary due to other powers that he’d gained over the years from various creatures.

    A question- between this and the mention of Gaia having an aura after clearing out that ship last chapter, as well as presuming that as Seller was an old-school Heretic who’d be limited to what they got from the Stranger they got mixed up with (unless it was a Hangman/Reaper)- what would happen if an old-school Heretic later was exposed to the Edge or ate one of the Garden’s apples? By doing that, would they gain the ability to absorb abilities from Strangers they subsequently kill like the younger Heretics cranked out by the schools have?

    “Well their names should be ‘pawn, stooge, and patsy.’” Abigial’s voice was a huff.

    *snickers* Nice one Abigail (though typo spotted with her name there) – wonder if Flick & Avalon would get a chuckle out of that?

    Future Scene: Avalon And Salten Trampling Trice While ‘Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer’ Plays With His Name Substituted

    Well, I’d certainly get a kick out of seeing that happen at an appropriate point in the future, lol.

    I Await The People Screaming About Me Cutting The Chapter Off There Before Seller’s Detailed Response.

    AAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGHHH!!!!! :p

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    1. To start with, some clarification on how Seller’s related to Flick, Joselyn, & the rest- one of his descendants married into the Atherby clan, specifically that his daughter married Lyell, making him Flick, Abigail, & Wyatt’s great-grandfather. Interesting.

      Yeah, I figured nailing down exactly how they’re related would be good. And it was also a request from the commissioner, so it fit.

      Though understandable that Abigail doesn’t care for that one bit, given how memory magic’s been a problem with her thanks to the Formorian’s obliteration of her true husband throwing her for an emotional loop & the realization of how her real mother was made an unperson.

      She does have plenty of reason to dislike memory magic.

      Imagine that Flick, Avalon, & the rest are going to be quite pissed when they learn that even though Seller & presumably the Victors are quite aware that Pace is a werewolf, and what she, along with Doxer & Trice have been up to, but are unable to do anything about it, presumably because of Garden politics.

      Not the Victors. Just Seller, and he knows due to Miranda and Flick.

      A question- between this and the mention of Gaia having an aura after clearing out that ship last chapter, as well as presuming that as Seller was an old-school Heretic who’d be limited to what they got from the Stranger they got mixed up with (unless it was a Hangman/Reaper)- what would happen if an old-school Heretic later was exposed to the Edge or ate one of the Garden’s apples? By doing that, would they gain the ability to absorb abilities from Strangers they subsequently kill like the younger Heretics cranked out by the schools have?

      Both Seller and Gaia were originally old-school non-Reaper/Hangman Heretics who were later exposed to the Edge/Apple and became those kind of Heretics. If Nicholas Petan was exposed to the Edge, or ate one of the apples, he’d gain the same ‘absorb-on-kill’ ability just like those two did.

      *snickers* Nice one Abigail (though typo spotted with her name there)

      Thanks!

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      1. If Nicholas Petan was exposed to the Edge, or ate one of the apples, he’d gain the same ‘absorb-on-kill’ ability just like those two did.

        Hmm, considering how frustrating he found being unable to acquire additional abilities from killing Strangers that’d prove useful in his interlude, I now have a mental image of a scene where Petan’s trying to think of something he could trade or sell to Gaia & Crossroads or Seller & the Garden for a chance to be run through the Edge/get an apple to eat.

        Then again, considering the city-state full of Alters he runs & the army of Alters he leads against Nocen, imagine that quite a few of those who think like Ruthers where it comes to Heretic-Stranger cooperation really don’t like Petan and would be aghast at the notion of giving him something that valuable.

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  5. Geez. The Poor Atherby family has some really bad luck. Since Fossor learned to protect himself from memory spells all because of Jocelyn’s mom, I wonder did his obsession with the Atherby family start because of that or was it only because of Jocelyn?

    Also, did an amnesiac Jocelyn’s mom end up marrying Gabriel Posser or he did only end up looking after her as a friend?

    To catch up on the last few chapters, Flick going into Violently Protective Girlfriend mode was awesome and so was Deveron going into Papa wolf mode. To make it even better, Gaia is now going to be training Flick! Also congratulations on making everyone afraid of the Dentist with that Fossor interlude. It was so creepy.

    I’ll say it before and I’ll say it again, please turn this into a Netflix show! It would be awesome!

    Also, I was wondering if you would start pulling a George R.R. Martian at some point? If so, which point will it be.

    Thanks for updating. 🙂

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