Words from Writing Mack 'n' Me: Lizardine Liaison

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 Last writing session did not produce a lot of words, but mostly because I needed to reference another of the stories that ties Mack, Cutter and Odyssey more closely to the lizardine and the world of Aquapearl. Timelining for this series has become a challenge, but it's also firmed up where these books stand in the rest of a diversely connected universe.

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Eshvet on the other hand, cocked his head at me, his jaws parting in a slight smile. I frowned, but his gaze shifted, moving across the room as though searching for threats.

I didn’t let it bother me, and neither did Mack. The lizardine psi was no worse than Mack or Tens, or… My eyes caught sight of Stepyan standing on the other side of the room, his attention torn between the world below and the room around him.

Or any other assassin, I decided, finishing thought. The implications of that made me flinch and my gaze darted back to the lizardine psi.

If he’d heard me, Eshvet gave no indication. I studied his crest for any tell-tale sign of movement or color change, and he did look back at me.

You are learning, little human, he observed, and I couldn’t tell if he was impressed or non-plussed.

I smiled. I could live with either.

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