Zuberan

The antibiotics rattled in the pill bottle with each step. Tane and I waited in the elevator. The music had changed to something a bit more sweeping. Distorted lyrics. Someone was having fun with whatever software they were using to edit. More power to them, I looked forward to seeing what genres they could conjure … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 12)

I had too many questions about the Swan House. Ultimately, I didn’t ask many of them. Just the most pressing of them. “Do you use real knives?” “Sometimes,” the surgeon reported. “You look rather uncomfortable, Warden, are you alright?” “The Warden only has one mind,” Tane reminded, gently. “I imagine the thought of something happening … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 11)

The Recorder finally clicks off and Zack looks down at the small nest of birds. Silly little things. What is their naivety to the world now? The laws are coming undone. What meaningless toys he can snatch from the hands of evil are pointless in the long scheme of things. But he can remember a … Read moreA Court For Crows (What She Saw)

My nest was empty when I arrived. Which was alarming, since it meant Boss had gone somewhere else. Nevertheless, while I stared at her empty room, and the mound of bedding she’d scrounged up, Tane fluttered down behind me. “Jess!” She greeted. I turned and gave her a smile. “There you are. How’s adjusting to … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 10)

It was in lock down. Heavy clasps were engaged, and gleamed with power. The old generators would keep the security system running; there were enough of them in hidden rooms to keep the servers up on the longer running experiments. How much longer they had I couldn’t tell, but USEC had built their equipment strong … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 9)

Dean came for me first thing in the morning. It wasn’t even morning, actually, because he knocked on my door and woke me up. Eyes open in the darkness, they adjusted slowly while I tugged on another coat. This one, started to go threadbare from overuse, but it didn’t seem too stained. I gave my … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 8)

Quen wasn’t there when I mounted the stairs. Instead, Tane sat there, sitting across from Jay. A small deck of cards between them. Tane looked up first. “There she is. Everything alright?” I shrugged. “I’m hoping so. I gave her the word that the Fey are still split up.” “That took a load off of … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 7)

And we were on the tree proper, and there was nothing more to be said. A set of stairs had been carved by ages and hands and fire, spiralling down into the depths of the trunk. Quen paused at the entrance to the stairs. “The Regent awaits,” he gestured ahead. Jay stepped onto the stairs, … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 6)

There were no more clearings, and the forest floor was covered in darkness. Gleaming objects poked out of the foliage and leaf rot. I paused and nudged one with my foot. It rolled over, rotting leaves clinging to it. Ivory. Bone. I looked up, and the area changed in shape. Features became recontextualized. Rocks and … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 5)