http://slow.writerscafe.org/padfoot101 The original writings of author Ari McLeren en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776496865 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter Seven Astheir designated hour came to a close, Gerard and Levi emerged from their room,prepared to learn as much as they could. They joined the guards in the hallway, and a heavy pall seemed to hoverover all of them as they returned to the main chamber in silence... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094782/ Chapter Sixteen Irin’s heart raced at the revelation.  It was no coincidence that in this crowd ofhundreds, if not thousands, the Stealers were headed straight for threeWeavers.  She wanted nothing more than toflash Weave to her brother and friends to warn them, bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094684/ Chapter Fifteen She was broken from her morbid thoughts by another chime andvibration from her cell.  She withdrew itfrom her pocket to see that Chris had replied. He’d texted earlier to see if she wanted to help him with some trainingplans for the third years.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094683/ Chapter Fourteen For a while the only sound between them was the slap of Irin’sflip flops on the cement sidewalk.  Rhyswalked with his hands in his pockets and his head down, seemingly lost inthought, so she took the opportunity to study him in the light of day.  S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094682/ Chapter Thirteen “No, no, no!  If you twistyour arm like that when in this position, you open up your entire torso to mynext move.  I’ll have you in the gutbefore you can blink,” Irin chastised, and then to illustrate her point, sheknocked Jared&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094674/ Chapter Twelve A knock at her door snapped Irin out of her thoughts, and her eyeswhipped to the clock to see if she was late to meet her brothers.  The green numbers indicated it was stilltwenty to noon, so she had plenty of time. She got up and went to see who was at th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094673/ Chapter Eleven Rhys gave her an odd look but did as she asked, leading her downthe beach to a group of large rocks jutting out of the sand.  She took a seat on one of the rocks, and heclaimed another one a few feet away. They sat in silence for a moment, just taking in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094672/ Chapter Ten They practiced for an hour before Jared pleaded with her to stopdue to his aching arms.  He wasn’t usedto this kind of training, and his body was going to be very angry with him inthe morning.  She glanced at her watchand saw it was dinnertime.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094484/ Chapter Nine Luckily for everyone on the team, the expedition went off withouta hitch.  They visited two different erasand four different churches over the few hours they were there, and Irin evenlearned a little bit in the down time. Jared, as a credit to him, managed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094483/ Chapter Eight The nextfourteen days passed like the longest, most terribly boring period ever knownto the Cavaleri siblings.  The onlyreprieve they had from the monotony was their desk work, but that was almostmore torturous than the tedium.  To Irin’simmense r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094482/ Chapter Seven Something was wrong.  Irinwas in the middle of the Weave she’d jumped, and it didn’t feel right, almostlike when you try to slip a shoe onto the wrong foot.  That thought scared her because once insidethe web, she was all but defenseless.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094481/ Chapter Six It was a disconcerting feeling, hurtling through time and notknowing when or where she was going.  Itwas not something with which Irin had a lot of experience, and that botheredher because she was adept at almost everything that had to do with Weaving &#2013266048.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094480/ Chapter Five It had been another two hours or so when Jace groaned and handed$1200 in play money to Lance, who was grinning like the Cheshire cat.   “Come on, man, you’re letting him win!” Irin groaned at him. “Oh, yes, I intended.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094479/ Chapter Four Realizing she wasn’t going to get anywhere while she was sofrustrated, she decided to try and bore herself into sleep by counting backfrom 1000.  She had just reached 763 andwas starting to feel pretty relaxed when she heard a soft knock on herdoor. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094417/ Chapter Three Breathing hard, Irin looked around for her brothers and was gladto see that Jace was already bent over his hostile and searching through thesmelly furs for his wand.  She reacheddown to her opponent to do the same while Jace checked on Lance. &ldquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094415/ Chapter Two There was a crack of what sounded like thunder in the Celtic skyas Irin dropped to the ground and rolled to soften her landing.  She was just getting up and dusting herselfoff when a double thunderclap tore through the sky, and Jace and Lance landedside by side in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094414/ Chapter One “LANCE!” Her screech reverberated down the dormitory hall like anoncoming hurricane.  Everyone withinearshot, and that would be most everyone, knew what that ominous tone meant:there was about to be another Cavaleri showdown.  It was a common enou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094404/ Prologue When the Company comes to the door, they only have to tell youthree things to change everything about your life.  First, they tell you that you are a Weaver,one of many who can travel back in time at will.  Second, they tell you there is a school youcan attend w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094403/ Her job is to guard the past in order to protect the future. He alone could jeopardize everything. She should turn him in to protect her way of life, but how can she condemn him for being different? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1094402/ Gerard froze, processing theimplications of those words.  Kolblimmust have been a town of at least two hundred, possibly more.  How was it possible that such a small percentof the people had survived this disease? His heart began to pound for the fate of his family in Devresh... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1091300/ A fewmore moments of silence passed before the oldest girl turned to face them oncemore, her straw colored hair moved gently with the wind.  “My name is Elba, this is my sisterIra,” she said, motioning to the youngest girl, “and these are our cousins Lucaand Emma... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1091257/ For two days the party followed thesouthern road as it slowly moved inward from the eastern border.  On the third day they left the road entirelyto travel southwest through the plains that spread from Wyndfall into Torah andbeyond.  They avoided other people asbest they could, choo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1091255/ Standing in the tent before themessenger, Levi watched Gerard carefully as his eyes darkened and his grip onthe paper grew so tight his knuckles began turning white.  Knowing Gerard needed a moment to think, Leviturned back to the messenger.  “That notedetails you are to be p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1091254/ There are moments of true peacethat can sneak up on people if they aren’t looking.  Gerard was experiencing such a moment as helay in bed with Levi’s lithe form cradled around him, and he was sleepingsoundly for the first time in days.  Butall that was shattered when ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1091250/ Gerard walked slowly through the camp at night.  Row after row of tents was full of drunk,drowsy or sleeping soldiers, all enjoying their recent victory.  Well, victory might be a strong word.  They’d managed to drive out the raiders fromone of the northeastern border towns.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/padfoot101/1091246/ Gerard was the second son of a second son. 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