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One More Time

So I'm back again, giving this website thing one more try, because I'm fucking done with techbro bastards stealing my stories on AO3 to train their shitty "AI" models. But first, as a soundtrack to this post, please enjoy this classic tune, which, like

States of Resemblance — 3. Deimos

Rating, Warnings, and Other Meta can be found on chapter 1... Pain and darkness. She knew both of them well. And in the foggy, half-awake clangor of her mind, she embraced the sharp spikes of pain shooting through her skull and let them force her back to her senses. She

States of Resemblance — 2. Kassandra

Rating, Warnings, and Other Meta can be found on chapter 1... It happened while she drifted through a slow meander of visions: a palace atop the Akropolis, golden banners swaying in the wind, blood pooling on the flagstones of the agora as soldiers cut out the tongues of collared slaves,

States of Resemblance — 1. Kyra

In which Kassandra the Eagle Bearer comes face-to-face with her evil twin Deimos after Deimos is mysteriously transported to Kassandra's world.

Re/Attachment

In which Kassandra's failure to promptly tell Kyra about becoming Keeper of the Staff of Hermes Trismegistus comes back to bite her when she's gravely injured in a freak accident aboard the Adrestia.

An Unfortunate Accident During the Night of the Longest Dark

In which Kassandra surprises Kyra by wearing a certain outfit embellished with chains, and bedchamber games ensue.

The Breaking — Epilogue

The messenger arrived on a hot day late in the spring, and Kyra met him in her receiving room.

The Breaking — Chapter 39

Try as I might, I can't find Nicea. Weeks of futility, every path ending at the same closed door: the slave market on Delos. She would have been one of hundreds of sales made every day, the records of which sit in an archive closed to private citizens.

The Breaking — Chapter 38

Overnight, the stars disappear behind a sheet of clouds, and at midday the autumn light holds a milky tinge, like drops of white paint stirred into water. On the beach the wind flicks and darts aimlessly across the sand.

The Breaking — Chapter 37

I waste no time finding someone who can mark skin with ink: a Thrakian sailor on the crew of the Adrestia, Barnabas's old ship. He'll come to my estate when he's finished helping twist new ropes for the ship's rigging. Three days