Jay stepped over to the front of the car and waited. The distinctive noise of the Crow weapons (ever so slightly different from the Fey rifles, I’d gotten used to the difference and found the Crow’s woodpecker guns more comforting) came over the hill, and then noises of ricochets and softer things taking heavier hits. … Read moreAn End for Crows (Part 6)
Tane knelt down and gently picked up one of my crows and put them next to the others, and then ferried them all together. “Come on. You have to be back together. We don’t need a flock right now, we need you.” I didn’t want to be me. Being me was painful, being me meant … Read moreAn End for Crows (Part 5)
Someone was shaking me awake. Hands were clamped to my shoulders, and they hauled me off of the table. The crows that held my mind buzzed uncomfortably, unnerved at the sensation of the first memories buzzing through them, pounding like its own heart beat. I swallowed, and swallowed again, and again. The pain in my … Read moreAn End For Crows (Chapter 4)
We stopped just after midnight, when the shudders had stopped and replaced themselves with a cold numbness that stretched across my skin and down to what few feathery tufts that refused to remove themselves despite my best effort and a buzzing in the back of my head that made stringing together coherent thoughts difficult. Tane … Read moreAn End for Crows (Part 3)
USEC didn’t greet me when I opened my eyes. Nobody did. A bump woke me up. A distant engine was cranked up as high as it could go; the capital’s fleets of vehicles buzzed like the opening notes of a rock concert. The world was a hazy mash of shapes and colors and hostile things, … Read moreAn End For Crows (Part 2)
“This won’t hurt, right?” I asked, sending a side eyed glance at the doctor. The walls were covered in propaganda. Petty pieces, petty symbols and quick, nonspecific ways to recognize when the world wasn’t as it should be. I’d read them all three times while waiting for her to show up. My name was on … Read moreAn End For Crows (Part 1)