On the edge of the Lucent Sea Fawkes had the strong desire to vomit then sob, though, the other way around would have been more probable. Atlas’s “well, shit” was delivered with a sudden and sharp delivery of the letter t, followed by a heavy exhale. Would Atlas have left him? Again? For a brief … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Six: Another Word For King
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Eastmere, Mjimeri, Central Isle Rhia had been studying the way Fawkes moved for a few blocks now. He would put his weight on the balls of his feet so the heels wouldn’t clomp down as hard or as loud. The word thief was laced in his twitchy fingers, nimble and restless; it was wound into … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-One: What’s in a Name?
Eastmere, Mjimeri, Central Isle Fawkes hated the daylight, partially because he couldn’t see as well. It wasn’t because of Eastmere’s twisting fog or faded monotones. Even in Niki, a place he’d heard was bursting with color, he hadn’t been all that impressed. Sure, the ocean and the soaring, forested cliffs were magnificent, but the color … Continue reading Chapter Sixteen: I’m Nobody! Who Are You?
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
Niki Island, Southern Isles The crushed shell gravel crunched under Rhia’s feet. She’d abandoned her fish cart—to the bleeding seas with it—and went to work looking for Fawkes. The sun’s rays glistened on the path before her, lighting it bright in a wash of red, like fire. The village was waking, or rather, had been … Continue reading Chapter Seven: Strong Reasons Make Strong Action
Niki Island, Southern Isles Rhia brought her gloved hands up to cup the hollow crystal sphere on the end of her necklace. She held it up to the sunlight and the liquid in the crystal caught it, throwing rainbows along the sand. Though it looked harmless, the sphere did not merely hold water; rather, it … Continue reading Chapter Two: The Moon’s an Arrant Thief