Malcolminthemiddle Intro Novels & Stories

Malcolm took the Magister’s and his blade to the racks along the wall. “That is an informed understanding.” “I would like to say I understand subditus, but it has been . . . long since emotion fractured thought.” “Because you do not remember or that you do not wish to speak of it. None of the Magi ever speak of their families, or their youth,” Malcolm said picking up a towel to wipe the sheen of perspiration from his brow and neck.

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I called. Mayson entered first, his posture rigid as always, followed by Mimi, who was nursing a bottle of water and wearing sunglasses indoors; Stacy walked behind her, her laptop glued to her hands, while Jenifer walked in, a bottle of water in hand. “Rough morning?” I teased, raising an eyebrow at her disheveled appearance. “Shut up,” Mimi muttered, flopping onto the couch across from my desk. Malcolm remained standing, his expression unreadable. “We’ve got intel on the next target,” he said without preamble, placing a thick folder on my desk.

Breathing. Malik went still. “I know you’re there,” he said evenly, voice carrying without aggression. “I’m not here to hurt you.” Silence stretched thin. Then something shifted near the back of the ruins. A small shape crawled free from behind a fallen beam, dirt-streaked and shaking. A boy, eyes too old for his face. A wolf pup. Old enough to remember. Young enough to be ignored. Malik lowered himself into a crouch, careful not to loom. “You saw what happened.”

he said. “Wait a minute; I didn’t say I could not," he cut me off. “Please let me pay them," he said, smiling as he stared into my eyes. "Okay!" I said. I didn’t want to drag out the issue. "Okay, emmm, I didn't get to introduce myself; my name is Malcom,” he said, smiling. I plastered on a fake smile and didn’t say a word. I knew he was expecting me to say my name, but I deliberately kept quiet.