Dean has destroyed many things in his life. He’d rallied against shackles and constraints, had desperately tried to remain as free as he could, terrified of being trapped. He’d wanted freedom, and he’d wanted safety, and he’d wanted life above all things. But now, staring at the ruined mess that had once been the tower, … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 44)
The closest thing the Song had to a doctor was a winding insect that went by the name of Folna. She moved about smoothly through her narrow room, lit by a flickering candle and a fractured glass window, and stretched, between her fingers, a roll of bandages. She wrapped them smoothly around my shins. “You’re … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 4)
The Song struck first, and the cannons rattled hard enough to make my ears ring, the soul of the ship thrashing to keep the lot of us intact despite the sudden shift in weight and power. The Captain lazily slipped down the side of the crow’s nest, her wings keeping her aloft, and drew her … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 3)
The moon rose, dim and distant ahead through the amber fog, and the crew grew quieter and quieter under the ship. The occasional creature moved too quickly or scuffed against the wood, but all were ready for the battle. The Venturing Owl might’ve been an expedition vessel, but it was also armed to the teeth … Read more[Song of the Venturing Owl] Part 2
[WP] When the captain saw that you were human, he accepted you immediately as a member of his crew. Unfortunately, the captain’s understanding of humans quickly turns out to be distinctly…off. “We’re going to starve,” The captain said, rather lazily. She twirled a lock of her hair between her fingers and turned, casting her gaze … Read moreWhen the captain saw that you were human, he accepted you immediately as a member of his crew. Unfortunately, the captain’s understanding of humans quickly turns out to be distinctly…off.
Teri and Tane couldn’t know it, but halfway through the last hallway, the last bastion of independent resistance was either scattered, possessed, or so thoroughly squanched that they couldn’t be called a distraction. That left three, and then two groups left. One carried the Warden, and the other was scything through the tower, a flock … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 43)
Things had changed. Thorn hadn’t. He stood tall, proud, and walked around her like a wild beast expecting a fight. Another time, another year, it might’ve worked on her. Things had changed. Small was no longer the runt of the pack. It’d been a cruel joke at first, and then a name she had refused … Read moreA Throne for Boss (Part 42)