Trellis bled from her wounds. Her heart pounded in her chest. She looked like garbage, and she clutched at her stomach where the bullet had struck and glared in wild defiance at me. I could smell harsh things when her hand moved, and fluid spilled from her guts. I stared back at her, my brain … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 49)
It was morning, so students were drifting down the halls like missing snow. Most of them were in similar robes to mine, albeit most of them were far more willing to show skin, so even among the robed ones I stuck out. Despite that, I managed to find my way past the classrooms and about … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 15)
“That’s not Oliver,” she said. The Captain winced. “That’s not Oliver,” she agreed. “I was expecting Oliver,” The owl said, flatly. “And you brought me…?” “Charm,” The Captain said. “And I came back from the sea of souls, Sponsor.” “Without Oliver,” The Sponsor said. The Captain winced. “Oliver… Oliver didn’t make it out.” All four … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 14)
I’d been spoiled in the Capital, because I hadn’t felt pain. I’d felt pain in the military base, and I’d felt pain when the rite knife had slipped into my flesh, but for the most part, everyone else had been more than willing to be hurt in my stead. When the wires turned on, and … Read moreA Throne for Crows (Part 48)
It took another day or two, about five days in all, before we were close enough to see land. The Captain gave me the telescope after vaulting up into the nest with the keen eyed crow and pointed at the mass at the very far distance. “See that flag?” She asked. I squinted and tried … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 13)
I was in bed before I knew what I was doing, and I was asleep before I hit the sheets. By the time the morning came, I was rubbing circles under my eyes and standing on top of the deck. The only thing left of the disaster under the waves was a scent of ash … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 12)