Zuberan True to Boss’s word, the fey were dead outside. Not a flicker in their minds, not a single broadcasted though in the heads. If it wasn’t for the slow movement of their lungs and the quiet hiss of air through their many varied teeth, I’d’ve thought they were statues. Boss swept her way through them, … Read moreA Court For Crows (Part 47)
When humans die, their ghosts are anchored to the place of their death, but are unaffected by planetary orbit or rotation, left behind as Earth and the galaxy rotate. Metaphysical archaeologists are tracking this trail of spirits across the stars, seeking the ghost of the first human. James shook in the fit of his fever-trance, … Read more[WP] When humans die, their ghosts are anchored to the place of their death, but are unaffected by planetary orbit or rotation, left behind as Earth and the galaxy rotate. Metaphysical archaeologists are tracking this trail of spirits across the stars, seeking the ghost of the first human.
Another alley, another dead run down, drones whirring overhead. ETA ticking down. Inch by inch, second by second. “Target sighted.” We were too close, too far, too close, too far. The gleaming capital city of Alabama now swarmed with jets in the sky. The faint patter of anti aircraft guns still left behind changed swiftly … Read moreGale Rising (Part 62)
Minutes trickled by like hourglass sand. Tumbled head over heels, again, again, as the fog slowly unfurled from the edges of my thoughts. Left behind only the aches and pains I was starting to associate with the dead world. My fingers ached from squeezing the trigger on the pistol, and blood drooled across the other, … Read moreA Court For Crows (Part 46)
My brother was on the couch, legs crossed, balancing a bowl of popcorn. Tv played meaningless noise, a rerun from a half decade ago about a man and his crackshot team of investigators solving crimes in rural Ontario. Outside the window the city played hopscotch with cars, weaving in and out of veins as heavily … Read moreA Court For Crows (Part 45)
Japan’s civil war started the next day. JSDF filled the news, mounting assaults on burgeoning cult activity. The anomaly force moved in shortly after, reducing a towering building filled with hostiles into a steaming crater. The civilian casualties were acceptable to everyone except the public. The gleaming eye of the watcher fell upon them in … Read moreA Court For Crows (Part 44)
The Watchers invaded North Korea that morning. A long stretch of silence in the cafeteria. Some scientists were able to ignore the sense of doom in the air as the newscasters showed off videos of censored anomalous footage of clawed humans tearing through tanks. Filled with so many holes that blood no longer poured out … Read moreA Court For Crows (Part 43)
And the world was such a lovely place, hanging in the cosmos, revolving around a strangely calm sun. A thousand thousand thousand thousand years since life touched it and it smiled upon it, a gleam in the eye of the great watching. Hear the directive, lingering remnants of humanity; your time has come. The world … Read moreA Court For Crows (Part 42)
Third floor was well kept. Ambient lights soaked it in the glow of the old world. Made it almost seem like the military base was alive and rolling. The sun would emerge behind the clouds, and we’d be free to frolic. I hadn’t just killed with my own two hands. I could believe that if … Read moreA Court For Crows (Part 41)
The airport burned like a tinderbox flying high up into the sky. It wasn’t half as tall as the tower cloud of death from the barricades, nor did it make as much noise, but the light, oh, the light gave something deep inside of me hope. This wasn’t a desperate mission in a basement. This … Read moreGale Rising (Part 61)