Zuberan Sev managed to haul an entire crate of supplies by himself. We’d brought enough to supply the entire expedition, which was supposed to have twelve people. It was more than enough for three. The parrot, Terry, stuffed his face with bits of cheese and smoked sausage, while the deer, Linda, nibbled more plainly on the … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 21)
Landfall was a day away when we tried fishing to pass the time. Our fishing attempts proved fruitful after Sev had managed to fix the nets, though this close to the sea of souls, the shoals of fish were smaller and less normal. Thyn and Sev picked through what we hauled up and kicked off … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 20)
Jay unfolded like a clam and eyes filled his depths. Squirming beaks and scrabbling claws and things with teeth, and then his touch unfolded and crawled across my skin like hot wax. Words flowed across my mind, hot babbling water, baptized in an unholy creation. Something unfamiliar, something very familiar, and then that form and … Read moreA Throne for Crows (Part 50)
Things were not fine. At around midnight of the third day, after Irony had snuck out of her room and bothered just about everyone on board until the Captain had crossly ordered her back into her room instead of bothering anyone else, and then the Captain had spent a long night squinting at the stars … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 19)
She slipped into her room, and gestured at the map. “Did Jess teach you?” she asked, leaning back against her bed. It was an ornate affair, clearly lifted out of some place far more exotic and expensive than the confines of the ship. Ostentationery, as always, silk sheets and soft pillows. A far cry from … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 18)
I knew a dismissal when I heard one, so I swallowed and gave a bow. She nodded, accepting my dismissal, and then I turned and walked back into the hall. It was barely the afternoon. That felt incorrectly after staring at the apocalypse, having my heart torn out, or seeing just how grating the Owl … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 17)
Trellis bled from her wounds. Her heart pounded in her chest. She looked like garbage, and she clutched at her stomach where the bullet had struck and glared in wild defiance at me. I could smell harsh things when her hand moved, and fluid spilled from her guts. I stared back at her, my brain … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 49)
It was morning, so students were drifting down the halls like missing snow. Most of them were in similar robes to mine, albeit most of them were far more willing to show skin, so even among the robed ones I stuck out. Despite that, I managed to find my way past the classrooms and about … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 15)
“That’s not Oliver,” she said. The Captain winced. “That’s not Oliver,” she agreed. “I was expecting Oliver,” The owl said, flatly. “And you brought me…?” “Charm,” The Captain said. “And I came back from the sea of souls, Sponsor.” “Without Oliver,” The Sponsor said. The Captain winced. “Oliver… Oliver didn’t make it out.” All four … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 14)
I’d been spoiled in the Capital, because I hadn’t felt pain. I’d felt pain in the military base, and I’d felt pain when the rite knife had slipped into my flesh, but for the most part, everyone else had been more than willing to be hurt in my stead. When the wires turned on, and … Read moreA Throne for Crows (Part 48)