The Brink was no place to get lost and the only place on Minerva Terminal. In the last hour Lia became more familiar with the fact than she’d ever hoped for.
Raven’s Flying
He sat perched on the rock staring into the valley ignoring me. Petulant. And stubborn. Not that I was better. I’d followed him out here.
Ring the Bell
The newly risen sun had just begun its scorching rise when Valerie heard the sound. Metal warbling as it was struck, hesitantly at first but with increasing urgency. The ringing filled her with dread as the trains first shrill whistle joined the noise.
Desolate Dark
“There’s a desolate feel to the place.” Stacy’s pronouncement was accompanied by vague hand waving. I whirled to glare at Terrance. Not even one minute and she’d started in.
Waiting Game
Siraxe ignored the fire rippling through the grasses beside them, focusing on Keleskull instead. The fire would vanish soon and only marked recently departed adventurers and not a threat. Keleskull plopped onto a downed log.
When it Rains
“What?” I snapped slapping the pad onto my desk.
Gage stood in the doorway, mouth hanging partially open, tempting the malfunctioning detectors to slam the door closed on him again. “I…” was his stunning comeback.
On Ablian Straight
The day the ferries sank is marked by the dead, the desperate, and those awaiting damnation. I number among the awaiting.
7th Anniversary
Happy 7th Anniversary to my blog! On this day 7 years ago I wrote my first blog post and got it up right before midnight. Apparently, I am following that tradition again this year. Still after the insanity of the last year for me, I am happy to have this post done. I hope you…
Amnesty
The pen snicked loudly in the quiet room when laid on the highly polished table at the center of the hall. Gythe followed the movement, maintaining a neutral expression even as her heart thumped. The amnesty was signed. Relief eased the tension of standing interspersed with the Mothili soldiers.
Mocking
Redava glowered at the pendant lying on the table reflecting the glint hanging above. She snorted tightening the grip on the handle of the saw while ignoring the growing pile of broken blades shoved to the back of the table.
