Chapter Thirteen: May the Wind Tangle Your Hair With the Salt of the Sea

Aboard the Andromeda Ryker unwrapped Wren’s hands. The starchy fabric curled to the floor in long, coarse coils. Wren’s fingers were folded into fists, knuckles reddened from scraping the material. Gently, one at a time, Ryker peeled each finger from the grip. Small indented slits lifted on her palm where her nails had pressed into … Continue reading Chapter Thirteen: May the Wind Tangle Your Hair With the Salt of the Sea

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Chapter Twelve: Out of This Nettle We Pluck This Flower

Lucent Sea Rhia had three undeniable problems. First, the soup tasted like days old fish. She dipped her spoon into the pot and watched, horrified, as the utensil came away coated in chunked clam. Or, at least, she hoped it was clam, but who knew what in the thousand darknesses it truly was. The trip … Continue reading Chapter Twelve: Out of This Nettle We Pluck This Flower

Chapter Ten: Of Coillcuradh, Of Carnángarda, of Men and Bones and Blood

Dun Brannaw Clannad, two weeks after Apata set sail Caradoc Macdowell Himself clenched his left fist hard enough for the nails to draw blood. He released it and clenched it again. The liquid beaded in the cuts his nails had made through thick callus. The red tinge the world had taken on subsided. His brow … Continue reading Chapter Ten: Of Coillcuradh, Of Carnángarda, of Men and Bones and Blood

Chapter Nine: A Caged Bird Doesn’t Sing

Aboard the Andromeda Wren fell to the floor. The wooden floorboards cracked against her knees. Dusty and coarse and flickering with strokes of autumn light. She could see the boards had once been sturdy, proud trees, seeping up rich earth and dazzling sunlight. Their fate, however, was her own. Restrained by consanguineal laces, hauled away … Continue reading Chapter Nine: A Caged Bird Doesn’t Sing