Last of the Fallen Alec Collins woke with a start. The oversized book he'd been reading when he'd fallen asleep toppled from his chest, flopped to the floor. He pushed his glasses all the way off, rubbed his eyes, settled them back in place. He sat up, stretched his arms overhead, yawned. He leaned off the couch, scooped his book back up, flipped the cover flap back into place. Alexander's ...

Last of the Fallen Anne-Marie Brooks was a human tornado. She yanked the car door open before Julia could kill the engine, dragged her daughter from the driver's seat, hugged her tightly. Julia hugged back, smelling her mom's scent. It hadn't changed in the last two years. The hug she got was as tight, as firm as any she'd ever gotten; the changes that had happened to her hadn't affected her ...

Last of the Fallen Once she'd recovered from the crying and screaming, Sorala had dragged him to Medical, sitting him down in an isolation room, then summoning Cordy to run the medicomps while she delved him more deeply than anyone ever had before. Cordelia stopped staring, went over the comp readings a third time. "Masters, he's fine. Down about ten thousand calories, but otherwise normal." ...

Last of the Fallen The Citadel, November 19, 2001: Alec finished packing his bag. His new suit was draped over the back of a chair, waiting for him; he'd used a telepathic prompt to let Julia sleep a while longer before he left. He crept back into their room, sat down on the bed. Moonlight was streaming in the massive windows, casting the most beautiful face on Earth in a soft, clean light. She ...

Last of the Fallen He'd expected Julia to be waiting in their room; instead, Sorala looked up from a book, smiled slightly at his entrance. "My apologies. I hope I'm not disturbing you." Alec managed a bow. "Of course not." She studied him closely while he sat opposite her. "Your mind is heavy." He nodded. "I told Kara the truth." "I see," Sorala closed her book, set it on the table. "You do not ...