“No!” Avraham jumped at the overwhelming number of voices, sending the chair rolling from him. Grabbing the chair, he yanked it back as he glanced around control. Every station had paused, and everyone stared at him and Eden Cantrell.
Never Again
“She’d be rich forever,” Malcolm said. His hand trailed over the monitor, touching her head where she sat, curled on the bed.
Dravenholt’s Ring
“Yes, that’s it.” Fendrya turned her head slightly as Kalvaris rested his hand on her shoulder encouragingly. As if his words hadn’t carried enough enthusiasm.
Water Everywhere
Marion pressed her lips together, surveying the audience chamber. Less than an hour to the coronation and water dripped everywhere. Except for from Samuel and Timothy. They stood with arms raised, staring at her.
Never Been There
Angela stood at the edge of the wizard’s circle, waiting for the smoke to clear. If Lionel had pulled this off, she’d even be excited to see the wizard’s smug grin on the opposite side of an empty circle.
Alone
Fear burned Zyndelin as he raced through the Arcana’s familiar halls. He had to make it.
Beneath Burning Stars
Jasper adjusted his grip on Rendell, holding him firmly as they clambered out of Derruns keep. Rendell hissed when Jasper’s missed the last step, and they stumbled out into an impossible light.
Inglorious End
The end had come for Far Reacher Station, and while Captain Samworth may have preferred a glorious end, one in defense of the Coalition, that end eluded Far Reacher.
Exile’s Summon
Arionn marched through the unrelenting darkness and snow. Behind him Matthias’s boots squelched as the lad trudged in his wake. The day had lasted longer than either had expected, but lights finally blazed in the distance.
Naught is Calling
Allas clenched his hands as the voice whispered softly, a sound not in his ear. There was no presence near him. Not even the faintest flutter of breath. But the voice whispered, beside him, behind him, in front of him. Everywhere and nowhere.
