Zuberan

Jay woke up. It took him time to realize he had woken up in pieces, many eyes staring off in many different directions, as it had been quite a long time since he’d been able to fall apart. His many crows squabbled in confusion, but nevertheless, as his flickering mind willed them, they hopped towards … Read moreAn End For Crows (Part 23)

In the beginning, I was desperation. I was a spark, cast from rocks, dancing in the air with potential, going cold against unwilling tender. I was a spark, cast from rocks, dancing in the air with potential, going cold against unwilling tender. I was a spark, cast from rocks, dancing in the air with potential, … Read moreAn End for Crows (Part 22)

The chamber sat at the heart of the beast. I could see this because we moved past great organs that my mind saw and some distant part of my brain unlocked, scanned, rearranged, and told me their function. Gas synthesis, transportation, the hands of great old architects arranged in quiet prayer that their methods and … Read moreAn End for Crows (Part 21)

She sat, gossamer, a flickering mess of lights and sounds, a cacophony of lovely sights interspersed with one another. It had been a long time since I had stopped to stare at my reflection, longer still since I had ever thought of myself as pretty, but here, in the heart of a great beast, flickering … Read moreAn End For Crows Part 20

We needn’t’ve worried about getting in so much. As the edge of the Fey army arrived it opened up like the maw of the void. I tried not to notice that it seemed to synchronize with the exact moment I crossed the edge of the camp, and ignore how the air felt moist but lacked, … Read moreAn End For Crows (Part 19)

The worms came the next day. Isaac took a look at our crowd, his gaze lingering on Jay, and shook his head. “We should split up. If we’re attacked…” He trailed off. “You’re the important one,” I said. “You know how to do the rite.” Isaac laughed. “Hearing that from you would mean a lot … Read moreAn End for Crows (Part 18)

As we walked out of the tunnels the Fey streamed in the opposite way, moving with military, but not perfect precision. Eyes flicked over to us, their faces flat of affect, but they were still curious regardless of it. I didn’t know what they wanted, what they wanted to see, but I felt almost as … Read moreAn End For Crows (Part 17)

The next day was marked by Fey scurrying about. The base was a blur of activity, crates being moved and far underground far greater things moved, none of it at all with the eerie clockwork precision that had marked the other armies. As I walked the hallways, they moved to avoid me. A few stared … Read moreAn End for Crows (Part 16)

We didn’t have a way of signalling for another worm. That was a problem, since when we made our way back to the spot we’d been dropped off, all that was left was the collapsed tunnel that it had made. Boss growled under her breath, and turned to face off into the distance. “It’s that … Read moreAn End for Crows Part 15

“Follow,” The leader growled. He turned to walk across the vale. We joined him, passing by the collection of hunted meat. The nesting grounds of the Colony lay at the center, whose bedding was softened grass and whose passage was marked by the compression of thousands of small paws. Then we crossed over to the … Read moreAn End For Crows (Part 14)