Slow Burn Union Gap Novels & Stories

Then she looked back at the table. "I'll need help with the academic reentry," she said. "The credential gap. I've been out of legitimate research for eight years." "Annika has connections in six European universities," Dante said. "Her practice includes academic legal structures. She'll know who to call." Elena held her coffee. The still dark eyes were doing something different now — the reading was still there but underneath it something was moving. Something that had been very held was beginning to consider the possibility of being less held. "All right," she said.

would flame out. The "Dissolution" was felt as a "Great-Weakening." Steel became porous. Logic became "Vague." The "Universal-Thrum" began to fade into a "Whisper." Audrey felt the "Main-Bearing" of existence begin to "Wobble" as the "Spiritual-Gravity" that held the Union together was diluted by the infinite expansion. "The 'Void' is trying to 'Evaporate' us!" she warned, her voice flickering like a dying lamp. "It’s trying to make us so 'Spread-Out' that we forget we are a 'Union'!"

“Can't you see it? You’re beautiful and delicate and smart. You’re an excellent nurse and an amazing mother. What the hell can you do with me? People see me and avoid me. I always have to be careful with what I touch because sometimes I don't measure my strength and I end up breaking things. I barely managed to finish high school and was accepted into the academy, precious. I…I don't have much to offer you, Natalie. I’m a firefighter whose income is just enough and who needs a second job repairing and selling houses so as not to end the year in the red. My life revolves around work, Natalie. I don’t have much free time.” “I don't want you for your money, Kane,” She murmured with a frown. “An

He likely just returned from his run. He has been begging me for the past month to join him. I want to, but I don’t have that much time to spare. My company is still a start-up and everything has to be in place. I shuffle to the counter and pour myself a cup of coffee, adding enough milk. I take a long satisfying sip, allowing the coffee to settle my nerves and warm my insides. “Good morning,” I finally answered Lewis. “Another long run?” He nods. His muscles appeared toned and he has been getting fit, but I would not tell him that. He would use it to judge me forever.