Bismarck came in hotter and hotter with each swing. With each step she became faster, and we became slower. Words babbled at the back of our throats, but the static died at our ears. Bismarck cocked her great head to the side at a distant scream, echoing like broken glass. It wasn’t torn from our … Read moreA Throne for Crows Part 51
After a few minutes of catching my breath and coming to terms, again, with just how bad the entire situation was, I reached out into the world again through my heart. I went farther, far farther than I had before, casting my ears as far as I could. Distant, as distant as I could yet … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 28)
Sev looked positively wrong covered in the heavy leather barding he dug out of his stuff. Half imposing, half fluff, he looked like a sheep pretending to be a war dog. He shook and shuddered in the armor, constantly squirming in it. The Captain had gone from scrambled to sure of herself over the course … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 27)
The crew stood on board in front of the Captain, long after we’d scurried on board. All of them were there. Some bore injuries, powder burns, and a single one had been bandaged for a sword wound. All of them were there except Thyn. Each step the Captain took on her pace grew more and … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 26)
Three gunshots lit up the space, and skulls flew in the darkness like after images, great gleaming things with gossamer fabric. Two fell into the darkness, dispelled, their amber lights dimming and only serving to keep the air lit up. “CHARM!” The Captain barked. “Get us a light.” “What?” and then it hit me. I … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 25)