Chapter Twenty-Five: The Voice of Death

"This is more dumb than crossing the Lucent Sea on an oyster skiff." Rhia was absentmindedly tugging on ends of her gloves—Atlas's gloves—flexing her fingers when they weren't at her neck, reaching for her absent necklace. "You don't have to come," Atlas said. "The ship is right over there. I'm sure Apata would greatly appreciate … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Five: The Voice of Death

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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