A television played quietly in the corner. Spanish soap opera; I didn’t recognize which one this was, but I think I’d watched it a few months ago. I still had no idea what was going on. Something about super heroes and evil twins? I tapped my fingers along the arm of the chair, blowing the … Read moreGale Rising (Part 73)
Guinevere screamed back. The world decided, upon closer inspection of the script it was reading, that it was actually on fire, and retro-causal insertion took place, smoke appearing in my lungs rather than being drawn in. I coughed, and threw my grip of air around my face to keep oxygen flowing into my body. “That,” … Read moreGale Rising (Part 72)
It didn’t take long for the rest of the glass and crystal to litter the ground. The flesh winding across the soil retreated as she stepped forward. She grabbed the sword in one hand, despite it stretching up as far as the trees, and turned to face the both of us. She laughed. The air … Read moreGale Rising (Part 71)
The shaking in my arms stopped soon enough. The wounds on my hands sealed under the peculiar radiation of the green sun. Despite the gas mask, I was starting to smell the other world. The soil ran with insects, coiling and crawling over top of each other infinitely, but they parted as we walked through. … Read moreGale Rising (Part 70)
There was no transition. To someone with more powerful flights of fancy, the trip between worlds would be something monumental, grandiose. Something to write poems about, novels, entire legends. The bi-frost fridge. The commune with the gods. It was simply a step through the gate instead. There was no transition between reality and the Green … Read moreGale Rising (Part 69)
The hairs rose on the back of my neck. Goosebumps down my arms, chills through my spine. I’d hoped that was what he was going to say. That he’d have a miracle cure. But looking at his face, hesitation rimming his eyes, the thumping of his heart in my wind sense, I knew there was … Read moreGale Rising (Chapter 68)
They breached into empty rooms. Barricades were already evacuated, rooms already cleared. A curious and complete and total absence of anything even resembling the enemy. Apart from the automated defences. I was in hell. —- Cass went into surgery. The nurses weren’t willing to get close to me, so I had to leave the room. … Read moreGale Rising (Part 67)
The main bulk of troops marched into Montgomery to destroyed defenses. The promised resistance was absent, barring skirmishes with half brutalized tanks still trying to clear the area. Renegades who’d turned traitor back to the side of righteousness were taken away. Interrogation, probably. Hopefully not execution. I didn’t… really know how I felt about that. … Read moreGale Rising (Part 66)
In the push to get to the first aid kits, hobbled by explosions from a thoroughly fortified position and the shrapnel from a dozen blasts from soldiers on both sides, a minute or two passed. Enough that the faintness rimming my head, making black dance around the edge of my eyes grew into a deeper … Read moreGale Rising (Part 65)
The communicator working at all was strange since most of the private frequencies were being jammed to all hell. Stranger still was that I didn’t recognize the signal at all. “If you want to live, and if you want this assault to survive, get Gunze out of the building.” The voice was a low rasp; … Read moreGale Rising (Part 64)