Michael Clifford Novels & Stories

I didn’t wait for a response and dashed out of the main door. -- Clifford’s POV I watched Chanda’s retreating figure until she disappeared from sight. Then, I headed upstairs to search for Miley. Worry and fear churned in my chest—but beneath them burned a fierce anger that fueled me to keep moving. I wanted to be the one to end Horacio, but more than that, I needed to find my wife. Her gentle face was what kept me going through all the torture that bastard Horacio put me through. If I’d known he was holding her too, I would’ve fought harder to escape sooner.

Had a stranger answered the door, Michael would have shuffled away throwing apologies and excuses, taking with him the swarm of flies that kept him safe—even when he wasn’t. Those flies cartwheeled now, riding waves of electric energy Michael couldn’t see, but felt. Oh, boy, did he ever. This was where he was meant to be. This was where it began. If Clive hadn’t lured him in, then Michael never would have become one of Liz Frost’s infamous nine. If. If. IF. He drew in excited gulps of air through the webs, which Michael suspected the man couldn’t see for some reason. The energy about them made him feel more alive than he had in years, and when one of his flies landed on Clive’s face and craw

Then, slowly, he nodded. “Good.” I tried hard not to show that I was too relieved. I got up to leave, brushing dirt and mud off my knees. “They’ll probably bribe you or make a deal with you to incriminate you or me. I’ll do anything in my power to help you. So, hang in there, okay? No matter what happens, believe in m–” “Someone’s coming,” Clifford interjected. _______

He kept his voice down as he said, "Don't worry, Clary. You'll be the champion today—Mysteria Studio's clothes won't even make it on stage. Let's go up front to enjoy the show." Clarissa knew that meant he'd already made preparations. She looked at him tenderly and smiled. "You're the best, Clifford." He was reminded of Seraphine's words as he looked at Clarissa's gentle expression. Mitchell Shore… No, he couldn't doubt her and look into Mitchell. She was his wife now, and that was the outcome he wanted. As a man, he had to be more magnanimous to get what he wanted. And just like that, Clifford brainwashed himself.

Tobias seemed completely certain of this fact. “Do you know him well?” I could hear the tremble in my voice when I asked. “I know him a bit better than June does actually. Hawk’s family and mine go way back.” I could see some hesitation in Tobias, and I wanted to press for a bit more information, but I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Luckily for me Tobias continued with the information. “Ophelia there is no easy way to say what I am about to tell you, and it is going to require you to swear everything you are about to hear to the utmost secrecy. In some ways this is more important than even Clipped Wings.” Tobias no longer had a smile on his face, and I could tell that this was a very

Michael simply enjoyed the ride and Mandy might have been very jealous if she’d seen how long it took before Cliff’s leg gave out. Leaning back again, Lynne’s head on his shoulder, Michael clambering from one lap to the other as if they were both the same to him, Cliff said in a hushed voice, ‘You remember what I was saying about being happy?’ She nodded. ‘I was wrong. There was greater happiness just around the corner and now I’ve got it. But I know now, love, it can never, ever get better.’ Lynne hugged him tightly and closed her eyes.

So I don’t have any choice but to go there. It’s frustrating how this man compromises someone scheduled just to get what he wants “You asked for a meeting just for this, sir? Are you out of your mind? Some of us has our own errands.” Clifford gave me a half smile when I whispered those, enough for him to hear it, he’s standing beside me because he requested to take a picture of him with us. I can’t with this man! “1… 2… 3… smile!” “I’m sorry for the sudden call, ladies, Sir Clifford just want to have a bonding with you all,”

Capital people delivered groceries for sale in the villages the Black Cliff. Spring on the north was late. And in summer it was hardly warmer. For most of the year there was a forever hazy weather, the air was filled with the aromas of dampness and decay, the night cold made you freeze up even while lying under warm sheepskins. In particularly severe frosts, fishermen found stiffened bodies of beggars in sea caves. The wretches tried to warm themselves by a miserable fire but died of cold in their sleep. A whisper went round that even sorceress’s moray eels wouldn’t crave for their bony corpses.

As a result of Jeremy's confusion and pain, he stopped going to see Clifford, and the two of them grew further and further apart. Michael stopped paying any attention to Clifford after he started acting stupid, which led to Clifford withdrawing into himself. They continue to have no clue as to who was responsible for the accident or whether it was just a natural occurrence on their part.