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    Tempo Rubato: Italian; Stolen Time; The musical practice of diverging from the unrelenting and gradual rhythm for a short period of time in a piece, allowing for solo freedom.

    Lan Wangji starts high school in perfect step with the rhythm of his uncle's expectations and his duty to his family.

    He doesn't quite stay that way.

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    08 Jun 2020

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    There wasn’t ever supposed to be an after.

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    Pete wishes for Ray Garraty to live.

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    21 Jun 2026

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    Pete twists his mouth to the side, rubs his nose, conscious of being observed. “No, I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about a lot of things. Just staying occupied.”

    “The old escape hatch.”

    “Yeah. Yeah, that’s right.”

    “Okay.” Ray studies him a moment longer. “Well? Where’re we escaping to?”

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    Pete and Ray jump off a bridge. And survive.

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    19 Jun 2026

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    Hey gang, Daniel pictured himself saying upon returning to Auvergne. We went on honeymoon to Iceland and came back married, which sounds backwards, but hear me out—it’s kinky, it’s a kink thing, we’re doing kink. It’s also like a game of gay chicken? Except involving a total lack of prenuptial agreements and the transferral of millions of dollars of property, investments, and liquid cash. Imagine marriage before feminism, but make it gay and kinky. Like that, that’s what we’re doing. For sex reasons. Because it gets us off like crazy, you would not believe how hard it’s getting us off. Well, you will believe soon enough, actually, from the way we are about to behave in public. Sorry not sorry.

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    In which Daniel takes his turn holding the reins, Armand gets to rest while processing his trauma with as much kink as possible, almost no one in the coven bats an eye at their antics, and love unlocks eternity.

    (Sequel to "Daniel Molloy's Incredible Showstopping World Famous Model Train Extravaganza for Children and Easily-Awed Vampires (Please Knock)". Updates weekly on Saturdays)

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    17 Jun 2026

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    In which Daniel Molloy pulls himself together (then has another nervous breakdown, then pulls himself together again), Armand doesn't know what a 3D printer is, Benji has a Plan (of which Step H is roughly shaped like the movie The Parent Trap), and nobody here can keep their noses out of each other's business.

    (Or: In which the author is on a holy crusade to right the wrongs Anne committed in Blood Communion, such as not mentioning Daniel even once.)

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    “People call in sometimes, and they say, ‘Whatever happened to the Vampire Daniel, anyway?’ What am I supposed to say, you know? ‘Oh, Daniel Molloy? Yeah, he lives in my house, he’s got a room up in the attic with some mad science experiments or something, we’re blood relatives, but I don’t know what’s going on with him; we don’t talk.’ Come on. That’s not responsible journalism. The people want to know!”

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    16 Jun 2026

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    “Yes,” Armand breathed. “Yes. Drink. Please, please, take it, take it from me.”

    Daniel’s fangs ached. He bent forward again, lapped up the spilled blood—oh, spiced with the lingering dregs of the drugs Armand had taken at the beginning of the evening, delicious —and bit down again.

    Sound —at first just a wall of telepathic noise, like startlingly loud television or radio static before the signal resolved into… Well, it wasn’t really music. It was the thing that music represented, the turmoil of emotion underpinning the Appassionata, the soaring heights of the last movement of the Ode to Joy. 

    Daniel withdrew and licked the wound closed politely before he spoke. “Hey. Random question. What is happening to you right now?”