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October 12th excerpt:

Once Sam was down on the surface of the table, Jacob opened the bag to find the aforementioned laptop. He set it down and opened the top, marveling that someone who could curl up to nap on the trackpad had instructed him to set it up. Usually, his encounters with smaller folk didn’t involve much technology unless he wanted to hear all about how it had to be run by magic of some kind. Bowman didn’t believe that something could run on the same energy that sparked in the sky during a storm.

He also left Dean’s notebook near the computer before taking the bag and stepping back. It was hard to look away from someone so small who didn’t care how many corners everything had.

Why would he care? He’s not a sprite, he’s from places like this.

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April 19th excerpt:

Bowman sighed thoughtfully and then pushed himself to his feet. His sore legs protested and tried to knock him down again, but he made it. His eyes wouldn’t focus on anything in the room for very long, and the sleepy haze over everything only caused more confusion. There were corners everywhere. And big, hulking, unfamiliar things no matter which direction he looked.

“I’ll look after Dean,” he decided, fluttering his wings to fly over the bed and hover just over Dean’s chest. He settled his boots down cautiously, wondering if he’d wake the human. After a few more seconds of a steady rise and fall, he took it as a good sign.

“This human dwelling is strange,” Bowman groused at Jacob while he sat and then lay down on his side. “You and your blasted corners.” That said, he pointedly covered himself with a wing like a protective blanket, hiding the sight of the room from himself.

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March 14th excerpt: 

“It’s a rectangle,” Sam told the little sprite. “Most of the stuff we have has corners.” 

Bowman’s wings fluttered and he took the sheet of paper, turning it this way and that to look at it from every angle. The gleaming white paper stood out almost as much as the red swatch of cloth. Bowman ran his fingers over the corners a lot, fascinated by the feeling and by the appearance. It was weird. He ended up bending one of the corners over and gasped, hastily trying to fix it.

“I broke the tangle,” he said quietly, clearly repentant and frustrated that he couldn’t fix it. Then, after a pause, he made similar folds in the other corners and stood the paper up like a little tiny table. He picked up the handkerchief and draped it carefully over, then giggled. “It’s like a bed with corners. Do your corner-houses have those too? ”