Q Is For Quarry Novels & Stories

He agrees grudgingly then, and sets off towards Terhaven. The city is built directly in front of the largest lake in Quindar, Lake Qarax, from whence it derives its name. The walls are several feet tall, about a hundred at least and made of marble and bricks. The gate itself is a large round wooden affair, and it's locked. The battlements are deserted as well, but I can hear the sounds of music within. My claws flick out in response to my growing anger, but I dig them into my palms and the pain makes me take deep breaths.

She only smiles, and there’s no malice in it. I know it’s driving Ronan insane not to be monitoring every step I take into the quarry. If the pack wouldn’t see it as him putting my safety above theirs, I’m certain he’d be prowling beside us. That’s the only reason I agreed to this. The quarry yawns before us, a scar cut into the land. Frost rims the rocks, mist curling from its depths as if the earth itself exhales. It’s quiet here. No birdsong or insect noises fill the air and it makes my skin prickle.

"Cindy, find the source of that drill. Tell us exactly where they are." Cindy closed her eyes. The wind in the room died down to a hum. "Three miles east. The old quarry. They have a rig... and they have wolves, dad, but not our kind. Something synthesized." I looked at my children, my "normal" teenagers. They weren't the heirs Zack had planned for, but they were formidable. "We have to go to the quarry," I said, my voice cold. Zack looked at me, surprised. "Elena, you should stay—"

“Even the scorpions know you belong to me.” He sighed but otherwise didn’t reply, putting all his effort into scowling at the scorpions and distrustfully watching them form more letters. The scorpion kween wishes— “Uh, if you’re trying to spell queen, you’re wrong,” Farrow pointed out. “It’s q-u-e-e-n.” “Farrow!” I cried in reprimand. “What?” He waved a hand, motioning to the scorpions as they regrouped to spell queen right. “If I had made that error during my lessons, my tutors would’ve smacked my knuckles with bamboo sticks until they bled.”

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The battlefield. Her belly was full and round now. The baby kicked more often at night. Sometimes, she dreamed of hands reaching out from within, clawing upward, gasping for breath before the first cry. She traced the stretch marks like runes. Battle scars. Proof of life. Beside her on the table lay Magnolia’s pendant. The one Savannah had retrieved from the fireplace months ago—the locket with the initials Q.R. Quinn Ravenna. Their mother’s real name. Buried under decades of forged documents and state secrets.

A low, booming, hollow horn sounded from somewhere below. On the far side of the Den, a heavy, iron-barred gate, one I hadn't even seen, screeched open. Quinn. She was shoved out, stumbling, onto the quarry floor. She was in a simple, torn, white linen shift. Barefoot. Her beautiful blonde hair was a matted, tangled wreck. She fell to her knees, looked around at the thousands of glowing, hungry eyes. She looked… small. Broken. Then… she looked up.

Quinn The silence stretched for so long I wondered if they all had pins stuffed in their ears. The older Montclair’s laughter broke through the glass-fragile stillness. “Oh, honey,” he stumbled close, looking as crazed as a stoner that just hit a sniff of cocaine, “of course you're Queen. Queen of the Montclair empire. Queen of the fucking Draven—” “No!” The walls of my throat itched with exasperation. “That's not it. What I mean is,” I beat my chest hard in a bid to pass across my frustration, “my name’s Quinn. As in Q-U-I-N-N.”

she said. -----****------- The old quarry lay three miles east of the city, a scar in the earth where stone had been torn out a century ago. Now it was a graveyard of rusted machinery and broken rock. And tonight, it was an army camp. Aria crouched behind a ridge with Kael, Mara, Selene, and Roran. Below them, torchlight flickered against the quarry walls. Forty, maybe fifty rogues moved between tents and crates. At the center stood a stone dais, and on it lay the largest Moonstone shard Aria had ever seen.

Her top sparkled, reflecting the lights from the parking garage and her cheeks had a rosy hue of excitement. “Where are we headed?” she asked. “Green Lady Lounge,” Em replied. “Have you heard of it?” I asked. Biting her lower lip, she shook her head. “I haven’t, but that doesn’t mean much. Where is it?”