Late that night, while the sounds of construction echoed over the mostly empty city, my fingers touched on the pendant buried at the bottom of my materials. The rusted surface ached across the delicate skin of my fingers. I cried for my mother and father, long dead. I cried for my brother. I cried for … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 20)
The horde started to move, and I with them. We moved like ants across the jungle floor, a bristling flood of weapons, armor, and adrenaline filled screams. Patrickson ended the reprieve abruptly. The shaking of the army choked off the sound of the rumbling below. He struck like a hammer from below, sending armor and … Read moreGale Rising (Part 78)
The tree was a skyscraper. I didn’t know what it was growing towards, but with each step, I could see it growing larger, and wider, sucking in light, the void, and the ground itself. The roots were digging in deeper, devouring the pesky remains of Green Towassa proper, leaving behind only Patrickson’s vision of enforced … Read moreGale Rising (Part 77)
“There it is,” Lyn said. “You think?” Brighton asked. He held his hand up and cast his spell again. A single frame spun into action. A bandit exiting, and then it fell apart. “That was from half a day ago.” “Something wrong?” Dan asked. “I’m being suppressed.” “Actively?” Jacob asked. “Feels like the same as … Read moreGuildmaster’s Guidance (Part 12)
The year is 2045, countries as we know them no longer exist as the world has now been divided into Feudal States under the control of Multinational corporations. You are a Noogler, Googles peasant class, and your village is being attacked by the Elite Disney Imagineer Squadron. “DEPLOY THE GOOGLE SWORDS!” My commander shrieked as … Read more[WP] The year is 2045, countries as we know them no longer exist as the world has now been divided into Feudal States under the control of Multinational corporations…
The Capital used to have music. Now there was only a bizarre solemn poem being read aloud on air. No meter I could follow, just long trailing lines of conversation. “Is it yet our roleTo die rather thanFlyAnd when we touchThe groundIn the endWhat will we find?” That went on and on and on, the … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 19)
You can go into the fantasy world of any book and stay as long as you want, but you must be careful to not interact with the protagonist or their story because if you do it you’ll be included in the history and you’ll be trapped inside. When the arm emerged from the ink, long … Read more[WP] You can go into the fantasy world of any book and stay as long as you want, but you must be careful to not interact with the protagonist or their story because if you do it you’ll be included in the history and you’ll be trapped inside.
It turns out that sloths aren’t naturally slow at all. They have a special ability to network their minds, and long ago, some event caused them to allocate all the brainpower and bandwidth they could to a single urgent issue. Today, all sloths worldwide resume their normal speed. First came the virals videos of sloth … Read more[WP] It turns out that sloths aren’t naturally slow at all. They have a special ability to network their minds, and long ago, some event caused them to allocate all the brainpower…
In some of the old texts of the fourth wave, the end times would be fought between the forces of heroism; the exemplars of mortality, and the great emptiness from which the world was born. The new aged prophets could hardly agree on what form the emptiness would take. Was it a literal emptiness, like … Read moreGale Rising Part (76)
Getting the Omoi installed was the easiest part of the process. An anesthesiologist was procured from the ranks of the Crows of Swan House (a previous variant of their techniques involved knocking out their patient, and they had the whole of medical knowledge from dozens of hospitals to figure out my anatomy) and I slipped … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 18)