Q Is For Quarry Novels & Stories

His eyes open and seeing nothing, his feet carrying him somewhere he wouldn’t usually go willingly. Compelled. Has to be. Nobody walks themselves into that. And they're not passing through. That's the other thing my hunter brain logs even while the rest of me is screaming. They're not crossing the seam to somewhere else, they're following the quarry road the wrong way, deeper, toward the dead end where the old pit is. The flooded gravel quarry nobody's worked in twenty years. There's nothing else back there. Nothing anyone would visit. Which is exactly the kind of nothing you'd pick if you needed somewhere no one ever looks.

Quinn followed me, her footsteps hesitant but deliberate, as if every step carried the burden of those five lost years she was about to uncover. "QW Inn," I told Derek, expecting him to know where we were going. Quinn glanced at me once, her brows furrowed in question, but she didn’t speak. The drive was quiet, charged with tension so thick it was suffocating. When we turned into the long driveway of QW Lodge, I felt her shift in the seat beside me, her sharp intake of breath breaking the silence. “This… This is…” Her voice faltered as her gaze swept over the property.

I baked you some cookies to show that I am really sorry and also Merry Christmas! I made you a cheap present. I made it so it's priceless. Hope you like it. Remember my name is Dahlia, the beautiful flower that means Dignity and Elegance. I saw Lucas staring at me, awed as for the first time, I smiled, a genuine smile after reading the note with a flower scribbled at the end of the note that maybe was a dahlia by the shape of it. That girl was definitely not elegant but her name was as beautiful as her.

he pointed at the chairs with bloodied spirit masters shackled and looked at the duo. "These are blood tokens formed from a shard of Jade Mother. Jade Mother is a highly sought-after piece of the mineral. Once you drop your blood on the token, the largest chunk of the Jade Mother will hold your name over its surface. In case you die at the hands of the enemy, your name will be removed from the jade. Of course, now is the time to reveal your name, or a title you want yourself to be represented as." Chen looked at the circular green token and thought for a moment. He never was good with nicknames so he shrugged, "Ultimate Grandson."

Lewis shook his head sadly, “No, I only know his name. I tried searching him up on fancystory but nothing came up, all the Quin’s are people I do not recognize.” “Quin?” Shandre repeated confused. Lewis nodded his head as he thought of the handsome man who rocked his world. “Isn’t Quin a nickname instead of his actual name?” Shandre asked. Lewis’s eyes widened, he looked at his sister and said, “I never thought of that.” Shandre nodded her head, “You know, Quin can stand for so many names, Quinton, Quincy, Quentin, Quintus, Quinlan, Quintrel, who knows?”

Why? Because Mrs. Rinehart, his math teacher was Petunia. "That's wrong." Venus was still talking. Jules turned to look at her. He didn't feel awkward, all eyes were already on her anyways. Venus said some more, pointing at the board, her sentence using quintic, triangle and quartic in it. His head hurt just from hearing it. His head started to hurt even more because of what had happened after— Petunia smiled and walked over to Venus with her notebook , "show me exactly what's wrong."

osked Quintin. 'Digs stones?' Rochel was amused by the way he phrased his description. 'Well, technically, the diomond is just o precious stone, so it's fair to say that the KD Group is specialized in digging stones.' "Yep," said Rachel. "I see. When do you want it?" Hearing that Quintin agreed without hesitation, Rachel paused ond said, "Don't you want to know why I want to investigote this person?"

“Let’s see if the doors still open.” Engines ticked quiet. Heat pressed down. The plateau’s edge fell away to a jagged mouth in the rock—what the map called an entrance and time called a scar. “Base here,” Sean said, scanning the ridge. “Perimeter: fifty meters. Eyes up.” Lizzi’s tablet hummed. “Sandstone, limestone, compacted clay,” she read. “News at eleven: the limestone’s a bitch.” Paulo knelt, palm on the ground like a blessing. “Old quarry. Before any of us.”