Quartet For The End Of Time Novels & Stories

Just for each other. *The End.*

It's time to concentrate on the TV. THE END

They wanted to get in from the backdoor but alas the hall had no backdoor available for them. They tried to sneak into the hall,but the quartet stood out as they were a "Little" late to arrive.They saw the same president standing on the same platform,but now his expression towards them was not very...pleasant. He asked"Do you four know what time it is now.I was delayed by you by ten minutes. Tell me am i getting that wrong" The quartet was silent.The silence seemed to not be in their favor. So Tim bit the bullet and stepped forward."Sir, we have made a breakthrough in our research.Some issues arose during bringing it.I believe that it would provide us a new direction in project "Evo".

Frederic continues to complain while I on the other hand actually focus on patrolling. Squad 8 was chosen for the patrol along with Squad 7; we were roughly 18 Legionnaires. Squad 8 consisted of Quintus the one eyed soldier, Pal’lacon the Veteran, Frederick the glutton, Varkii who was our leader, The four poets; Kant, Darren, Stephen, Matthew and lastly, I. Squad 7 did not have a leader so for now they deferred to Varkii. If the circumstances were any different I would have been complaining along with Frederick. But the members of Squad 7 had a stern look that enveloped their eyes. They seemed to be on alert, actually watching out for something.

And now, I’m leaving this party with the Standon quadruplets. Am I dreaming? Time to shake some tables...

I asked, dread coiling in my gut like a serpent. “For the end of the Quarantine.” She looked around the chamber, and her gaze was now filled with a heartbreaking understanding. “This world, this ‘Quiet World,’ wasn’t a random choice for our jump, Mama. It was a… a trap. A cage. The Ouroboros’s temporal drive didn’t bring us to safety. It was pulled here. By the same force that pulled his ship.” She gestured to Eloran. “The planet is a magnet for paradox. For things that don’t belong.” Jeff swore, a sharp, vicious word that was swallowed by the humming ship. “A cage. Of course. We didn’t escape. We just swapped one prison for another. A prettier one, but a prison all the same.”

Once the papers go through at City Hall, and I get the official termination certificate—the human equivalent of a divorce—I’d finally be free. I turned to Eve and smiled. “It’s fine. Just three more days, and it’ll be official.” “What’ll be official?” A deep voice interrupted our conversation. Lucien Grey, my mate and husband, had walked up without us noticing. Eve looked up, clearly confused. “Lucien, Mia was saying she–” “You’re here,” I quickly cut in before she could finish. Reaching out, I gently patted Eve’s hand and shook my head at her.

As ready as we've ever been. THE END

"Atlas does not buckle. Atlas holds." "You don't have to hold the sky today, Cale. Just my hand." Cale looked at his left hand. The ring finger was bare—they had taken the rings off to do it "right" for the cameras. "I can hold that," Cale said. "Action!" Mira whispered frantically into her headset. "Cue music!" The string quartet began to play. Not Clair de Lune this time. Something stronger. Bach. Cello Suite No. 1. Deep, resonant, grounding.

Forever his. THE END