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House of Bones -

I had been wandering through the maze of woods and water for a week when she finally deigned to

appear.

"You've been walking in circles Howard," she observed tartly, jolting me awake from a brief nap. She

stood leaning against a tree with the artless grace of someone absolutely comfortable in her body.

Her smooth, unlined face was so different from my memories, I might not have recognized her

without that familiar tone of voice.

"It's called a search pattern Mabel." I rolled to my feet in one smooth motion. She wasn't the only

one who'd enjoyed a slow return to youth.

"If you say so. But I'm fairly certain you've covered this creek." She started off briskly without giving

me a chance to reply, flinging a "well, come on then" over her shoulder.

I harrumphed and followed. Her linen tunic and leggings looked carelessly donned but I knew the

moss green of the top closely matched her eyes and, stitched the way it was, it clung enticingly to

the curve of... (continue)