Zuberan

Excelsior was gone in the morning. Gone like the hope I had for the day, for the week, or even the month. His communicator, however, twinkled on the table. A light flickered across the face of it, every few seconds. It didn’t match the thump of my heart, or the waves of rising bile in … Read moreGale Rising (Chapter 5)

The rubble shifted to the side as I stared into the wreckage. A few buildings had collapsed, and now came the time to pour through them. Piece by piece. To see if anyone had been left behind. Excelsior heaved with his arm and flung the debris to the side, where it joined the pile manned … Read moreGale Rising (Chapter 3)

The hotel we had been staying in, en route to the next press conference, had been utterly destroyed. Six dead in the building; guards, mostly. Their deaths had been swift. Utterly swift. The motel we were staying in kept leaving food by our doors. The baskets piled up by the table. On the table. All … Read moreGale Rising (Chapter 4)

Faraday’s tomb was a mottled thing. Carved out of the local rock, as they’d insisted the hero be placed among the other victims of the attack, the mottled stone structure still towered over the other graves, if only because, as in life, Faraday’s body remained an existential threat to the world at large. “Though I … Read moreGale Rising (Chapter 2)

Excelsior lay broken across the ground. His blood splattered my face, dripped down the front of his uniform, and radiated out from where his arm lay disconnected, a tangle of muscle and bone and marrow leaking onto the ground below. Faraday lay somewhere across the street, curled up in a building that had once been … Read moreGale Rising (Chapter 1)