Wind Runner: The Complete Collection
Edmund Hughes
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Copyright © 2017 by Edmund Hughes
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CONTENTS
Wind Runner
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
Rain Dancer
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
Jade Portal
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
Chaste Widow
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
Former Champion
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER 1
Malcolm still remembered it like it was yesterday. He’d been in Mr. Brannigan’s ninth grade history class. It had happened during the morning, between nine and ten, and like any fifteen-year-old who’d been up most of the night on their phone, he’d been having trouble staying awake.
The announcement had come over the intercom. At the time, it had seemed like a joke. The principal had struggled to find the right words to describe the situation, settling on a “series of currently unexplainable anomalies”.
Mr. Brannigan had rolled out the tiny TV he kept in his back room and turned it on. Malcolm had squinted and watched the first few hours of Day One of the Phenomenon alongside the rest of his class. Mr. Brannigan had told them all that it would be a generation defining event, and he’d been right.
They’d watched the view from the news chopper, which would occasionally zoom in on a man running far faster than humanly possible, or a woman lifting trash cans and park benches through telekinesis. The footage came from the nearest big population center, Halter City, which left Malcolm and his class feeling insulated and safe in sleepy Vanderbrook.
Some of the kids in the room made jokes. The news channel kept raising the death toll, tallying each one with an awkward kind of enthusiasm. The reporters made the differentiation between “the gifted”, as the people with superpowers were being called, and “the monsters”.
Malcolm never saw them get a monster into frame, but even if they had managed to, he wasn’t sure he would have believed it. Watching it on the TV made it feel like watching anything on TV. Incredibly fake, or at least overblown, and part of a separate, carefully curated reality.
School let out early and Malcolm took the bus home just after lunch. He got off at his stop, turned the corner onto his street, and saw a smoldering crater where his house had once been.
Smelling the smoke and feeling the heat of the burning wood was finally enough to make it real for him. He was staring at what had very recently been his house. Danny still would have been asleep on the couch, probably hungover from a late night out drinking. His mother would be cleaning, or reading a book, or working on one of her gardening projects in the backyard.
He’d wondered if maybe she’d been able to make it away safely. He’d hoped, even when it had gone against all logic, that she had. It had taken a couple of days, a couple of calls to the local hospitals, for him to know and accept the truth.
The surprising thing about the aftermath of the destruction of Malcolm’s family and home was how little attention it received. It was just a footnote when placed into context against the government’s reaction to the “champions”, and the “sprytes” and “demons”, as the gifted and the monsters eventually became known.
Malcolm stayed with a friend until the insurance company paid out the settlement for the house. He used the money to replace a couple of his possessions and rented a small apartment.
He went on with his life. That was all he could do. But he never forgot.
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“Mr. Caldwell? Are you listening?”
Malcolm blinked, and sat up a little straighter in his chair. He’d been thinking about Day One again, poking his most painful memories with a dirty stick. Ms. Dion was more active in her instruction than most college professors, and would often press them for answers as she lectured.
“Sorry,” said Malcolm. “What was the question?”