Month: June 2018

The press of bodies and the humidity of desperation was rank in the air. People stared at us from the lobby, strewn across every piece of furniture imaginable. Dirty skin, sweaty bodies. The air conditioning wasn’t equipped to handle all of it at once. Wasn’t able to put up with it, not really. Wasn’t fair … Read moreGale Rising (Chapter 25)

The causeway across the bay had never looked gloomier. The water was a bare few feet away from the tires of Hand’s car, lapping across the edge with each swish of the waves. It wasn’t too far from the waffle house we’d set headquarters up across from (and they appreciated the business of heroes taking … Read moreGale Rising (Chapter 24)