A Throne For Crows (Part 16)

First person; lines of hot Command Tongue lanced across the surface of my eyes, drifting like clouds over a starred scarred sky. Omoi rang of warnings. Gunshot wound to the stomach; possibly fatal without treatment. It dug in, ached through my organs, chitinous plates split wide. Ichor spilled free. The ambush hadn’t worked out. Half … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 16)