Firmament: Machiavellian

  I didn’t think He’d forget Elasson.

  Thank you, I whispered inwardly. Again, it wasn’t much. But for now, it was enough.

  My fingers caught on something. A point, a corner. I ran my thumb under it, and felt the grainy texture of paper.

  I took hold of it and pulled it out. It was torn, and folded in half. I stopped walking and opened it, still holding on to the cap.

  One word was written in an elegant, flourishing scrawl across the page. Waterloo.

  I looked up quickly. Napoleon Bonaparte’s last and greatest battle after he’d escaped from his banishment at Elba.

  Was he saying that Waterloo was yet to come, after his banishment? Or was he saying that I had been his Waterloo?

  I put the paper in my pocket, and felt a shiver run through me, but at the same time a smile crept onto my face.

  Either way, I had a feeling we hadn’t heard the last of Captain Felix Holloway.

  “Andi?” the Doctor called over his shoulder.

  “Coming!” I called back, and sprinted down the hall to meet him.

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  About the Author

  J. Grace Pennington has been telling stories since she could talk, and writing them down since age five. Now she lives in the beautiful Texas Hill Country with her parents, her eight younger siblings, and her horse, Pioneer. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading good books, playing movie soundtracks on the piano, and looking up at the stars.

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