Zuberan The dull roar of the rotors disappeared entirely to the slowly brewing storm. Grey clouds lanced overhead, overburdened, ready to drop hell upon the earth far below. I stared outside the small window and watched the drops slowly topple down the smooth glass face. Here it was, the last and hopefully final step, and we’d … Read moreGale Rising (Part 60)
Training was a blur of pain, sweat, tears. Intermixed with ranks upon ranks of soldiers were those brave enough to volunteer. There weren’t a lot of them left. This was a different sort of task we were asking people. I recognized a few from the efforts to take down the Lost Boy, but beyond that, … Read moreGale Rising (Part 59)
Debriefing was a numb affair. Excelsior did all of the talking, and I sat in the back, staring at the rows of military personnel. Official. Everything about the Cuban Patrol seemed official. It didn’t stop the red threads and tendrils from taking up my vision, loping through my brain, slipping through skin and bone into … Read moreGale Rising (Part 58)
The end is nigh as the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse ride. Just as humanity loses hope, the 4 horsemen of wholesomeness descend in a beam of light: Mr. Rogers (love), Jim Henson (life), Steve Erwin (nature), & Bob Ross (peace) The scythe hung inches from my head. I could see my reflection in what … Read more[WP] The end is nigh as the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse ride. Just as humanity loses hope, the 4 horsemen of wholesomeness descend in a beam of light: Mr. Rogers (love), Jim Henson (life), Steve Erwin (nature), & Bob Ross (peace)
You are part of a circle of scientists that have collaborated to fake the world into believing the sun was going supernova. As the generation ships carrying the rich, the flawed, the zealous, and the privileged leave Earth you decide its time to rebuild -the right way. With all of the funding sank into massive … Read more[WP] You are part of a circle of scientists that have collaborated to fake the world into believing the sun was going supernova. As the generation ships carrying the rich, the flawed, the zealous, and the privileged leave Earth you decide its time to rebuild -the right way.
FTL travel is actually possible. However, when humanity sends out our first FTL spacecraft, we discover the terrifying reason why nothing, not even light, dares go past that cosmic speed limit. “I told you all that Faster Than Light Travel was banned,” The eye said, floating in front of the tiny ship. Mostly engine, mostly … Read more[WP] FTL travel is actually possible. However, when humanity sends out our first FTL spacecraft, we discover the terrifying reason why nothing, not even light, dares go past that cosmic speed limit.
“What do they want?” I asked, quiet. “You, probably,” Jay said. “Humans bring in a big bounty for the fey.. Let alone Wardens. They’ll get pissed off when they figure out that I’m here too, though. I’m mostly worthless.” I gave him a strange look. Up until then I’d assumed they meant the same thing. … Read moreA Court For Crows (Part 11)
On the bottom floor, after we’d scurried back down, my mind was mostly back. The stench of blood filled my lungs, but a simple diagnostic scan with Omoi told me it was superficial damage to the blood vessels in the dark of my nose; high blood pressure. I’d gotten lucky. Well, I’d gotten lucky in … Read moreA Court For Crows (Part 10)
You are eight years old when you fall into a coma. 70 years later, you unexpectedly awaken, a child in an elderly person’s body. Your parents are dead, and your relatives are nowhere to be found. Your only friend is the nurse who has watched over you for the last 30 years of her career. … Read more[WP] You are eight years old when you fall into a coma. 70 years later, you unexpectedly awaken, a child in an elderly person’s body. Your parents are dead, and your relatives are nowhere to be found. Your only friend is the nurse who has watched over you for the last 30 years of her career.
Trust was six floors of stairs, running uphill until my legs ached and my heart pounded. Trust with smashing through a rusty chained door instead of taking an emergency ladder, Jay pressed up against my side to keep me supported. “You Wardens really don’t need to do a lot of running,” Jay muttered. “I suppose … Read moreA Court For Crows (Part 9)