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After lying in bed for an hour or so-- dead tired but unable to catch a wink of sleep-- Lyall hauled himself back up to his feet just as the ...

After watching the small doctor disappear inside his cabin, Aaron found the gumption to climb the vines to the roof of his own. He scrabbled on all fours to get ...

Away from any torchlight of the beach, hidden among the trees, Lyall sighed and looked down at his wrist. Which. There was no point, he didn't have his powers still. ...

Biting out every curse known to modern man, Lyall pounded on the panel, demanding to be released. Mostly, he was frustrated with himself at this point. If he'd been just ...

A little under two hours into this new venture, and they'd been walking for a literal eternity. And Lyall still wasn't sure whose magic he'd received. Maybe... It was possible ...

Bzzzt. Rewind. Let's go back to the beginning of the maze because we forgot an important group here. The camera pans to Hild, Clandestine, and Kazimir all walking together, thirty ...

"...Who was that young woman?" Aaron asked suddenly. When he looked back to Jay, he found himself unable to clarify who he meant. So he stammered incoherently as he scrambled ...

The entrance to the maze where everyone had been unceremoniously dumped quickly grew over-crowded. Murmurs from all around him rang in his head like shouts. Someone made the audacious choice ...

Eyes wide and mouth agape, Lyall could only watch in silent horror as the golden beast swallowed Alvaro whole in the blink of an eye. Cyrin dived, lunging the moment ...

True to Maeve's word, the box only unlocked itself once Lyall locked himself in his own room. He drew the curtains closed first, blocking out the lingering pink light of ...

Lyall had had it with this tropical island prison. So far, every left turn for anyone was a very purposeful, targeted attack on each contestant. Or, so it felt. But ...

He scrambled back against his desk. The drawer handles dug into him as he fought to regain his bearings. He blinked the room into focus. Plants. Books. Armchair. Breaths short, ...

It was late. Books were stacked high on Lyall's desk, and notes and drafts of poems scattered across what little free space remained. The square clock at the corner ticked ...

The island search yielded no results thus far. There was of course a fair amount of common plants that could potentially lead to dire consequences, but only if consumed in ...

Burying that small flicker of uneasiness from Alan's performance became a hell of a lot easier when Cyrin invited them to join for a dance number. Their song choices had ...