Boss had, at one point or another, met five Queen’s guards. She had been travelling for a few decades, and had seen their armies in both quiet repose and active warfare. She had even fought one, briefly, in a battle that had stolen her freedom and left her a husk, enslaved, and if she were … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 38
Prin nearly killed the Regent. That’s not say that Prin had any particularly ill will towards the Regent, nor that any of the inquisitors, who had spent the last few decades desperately trying to flens the evil and blasphemous out of the minds of the afflicted, had any ill will towards the Regent, but down … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 37)
The frontlines had shifted again. The air battle wasn’t quite a failure, the wasps were failing and becoming scarce, and the drones were more numerous now that the flak guns had been taken apart, but the ground defences had nothing to support them, and if there was one thing the Fey were good at, it … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 36)
The Capital’s foundry was a massive building, having been made out of a crumbling ruin, long since picked over for scrap and metal and then later reforged and put back together. It was older than the majority of Crow structures left intact, and sat well behind the battle lines. Which made the Titan Beetle assaulting … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 35)
Teri watched the warden pace the length of the command center, a few Crows staring at her, concern reflected in their black eyes. “Are you alright?” Teri asked, before anyone else could. “No,” She cut in. Her thin shoulders were shaking with nervous tension. Beads of sweat ran down her skin, though, admittedly, the command … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 34)
Quen darted forward, Boss at his side. Where she moved, Quen followed. “Have you ever lived like this before?” Boss laughed, her armor deflecting a spray of bullets with little metal pings. A heavy round dented her plate and she found the intermediate and slew them, tearing them apart in her bare hands. Quen set … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 33)
I caught a nap at some point, but it was hard to focus for the noise of the guns from cameras, the distant typewriter noise of assault rifles, and the ever present screeching of the insects. Where the wasps were culled from the heavens half a dozen drones were falling, and where there were successes, … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 32)
My luck had been good so far, as far as having USEC’s underbelly exposed could’ve gone. By the end of the night, that’d changed. Quen stared at me inside of his room, where the makeshift warleaders were plotting and planning. “Warden, are you sure you’re up for this?” I wasn’t, but there was no need … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 31)
“That’s it then,” Dean spoke up. He broke the silence. “It’s all lies.” Murmurs among the ranks. The Morrigan stood at the back, her head hung low. I remembered how reverently she spoke of the man who had saved her. How reverent she had held human kind. Their indomitability, their reckless attempts to save themselves, … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 30)
I tapped the side of my Omoi and drifted into a radio station. “-e Regent remains out of her tower, although a large body of Crows are waiting outside of it for her to emerge and judge the gathered evidence. The Warleader stands in front of the wall, silent, watching the crowd.” I tuned to … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 29)