serial time killer

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  sharontates:

  Grace Kelly during her first meeting with Prince Rainier of Monaco at the Palais de Monaco on May 6, 1955. Photos by Michou Simon

  10/14/19

• The Beauchamp Chronicles, Ficlet

  notevenjokingfic:

  One Quote, One Shot, Book 2

  
  

  

  The Dream

  
  

  “But how come the bones are still there?” she asked him.  

  He huffed impatiently.  “Some bones become encased in sediment so quickly they become fossils. Air gets shut out, so decomposition can’t occur.  You know this, Girl.”  He spared a quick glance at his niece’s face.  She was deep in thought, her brow furrowed.  The heat of the day had pressed damp curls to the back of her neck.  He refocused on his work. 

  “So, Uncle Lamb,” she asked quietly, moments later.  “If I dug up Mummy and Daddy, would their bones be fossils?”

  His hand slowed in its work.  He waited a bit, then put down the soft brush he was holding.  This child had come to him after his brother’s death, much like the broken piece of pottery he was trying to unearth.  The shell of her resembled a little girl, but the cracks showed, and the pieces were barely held together.  Over the years he thought he’d done a good job of putting her back together, of repairing her, but it seemed that her heart was still empty. 

  “We never dig up the ones we love, Claire.  We let them rest in peace.  We already know their history, we understand them.  There is no need to disturb them.”  He lifted a curl away from her skin.  

  She nodded, picked up his brush, and took over his work with care.  

  He sat back, and let her. 

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  10/14/19

• Redeem Me: Chapter Twenty-four

  claryclark:

  Shout out to beta @notevenjokingfic who’s kept me on track with this story from the beginning. Also to @lcbeauchampoftarth who is my resident grammar guru/ baby lawyer support group buddy. And of course, I couldn’t do this without the wonderful friends who love and support me constantly @happytoobserve @smashing-teacups

  
  

  To RM readers, we’re getting close to the finish line! Thanks for hanging in there. 

  
  

  

  Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

  Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten |

  Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen |
  

  Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen |

  Chapter Nineteen  | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty-One | Chapter Twenty-

  two | Chapter Twenty-three 

  
  

  Chapter Twenty-four: Leoch 

  Jamie Fraser’s heart had beat on its own for some time now. Twenty-eight years, five months, three weeks, and nine days, to be exact.

  It’s true that the organ in his chest had taken more than its fair share of blows through the years. The first was the death of his father that cut him like a knife and had yet to stop bleeding. And then his mother’s death, and Annalise’s betrayal — the one-two punch that put him on auto-pilot.

  For years afterward, he’d lived as a man with no center. Hollow, empty. No dreams, no wishes, no wants. No future.

  And then one day, in a coffee house on Bleecker Street, his entire world exploded in an ecstatic symphony of life and love and laughter.

  Claire. Claire. Claire. Her name wrote the rhythm of his heartbeat.

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  10/13/19