Chapter Twenty-Four: The Priestess, the Vagabond

Southern Citadel Tower, southeast of Central by many, many miles Apata opened Rhia’s eye again, for the umpteenth time. The sphere of muscle and jelly-like tissue rolled in its socket. The girl was out like a candle in a typhoon. The silver rimming her irises was still there, and some innate, childish part of Apata held … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Four: The Priestess, the Vagabond