Northmere, Central Isle Locke—as he was called by some—sat at a narrow table made of polished wood that was wedged in the back corner of a Northmere tavern. Across from him sat a Druishk man with glittering jewels woven through his dark hair and golden rings lining his fingers that flashed in the low burning … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Three: To Find a Faeling
Aboard the Jesuine, Northmere, Mjimeri When Atlas reached the Glass Harbor, it was nearing sunset, the arches and towers of Effre aflame with the reds and oranges of dying day. He ignored it, scanning instead for signs of the Highlands girl. She’d be the easiest to find. She’d left him, thank the gods, and he’d … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Two: Any Port in a Storm
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?
For two weeks after the encounter in the cave, Caradoc’s view of the world outside was a stark, blinding white. The snowdrifts caused his eyes pain beyond reason, and so he stayed in the cave where Mother Blood had come to him in all her colorful splendor. There was food, in the form of revolting … Continue reading Chapter Twenty: The Will Which Says to Them, “Hold on!”
Atlas’s shop, Mjimeri, Central Isle There were three of them in the room that smelled like sunrises and spice, standing on the floorboards that had once been proud, strong trees but now knew happiness like they hadn’t seen before. Rhia and Atlas were like her. She knew, she could see. But not Apata, she was … Continue reading Chapter Nineteen: The Color of Breaking
Eastmere, Mjimeri, Central Isle Atlas desperately wanted to sleep. It wasn’t just that he was tired—though he hadn’t slept in, he counted them, thirty-three hours, and that at Aryn’s—it was that he was so gods damned tired of people wanting things from him that if another bedraggled kid claiming anything about him even so much … Continue reading Chapter Eighteen: A Really Good Excuse
Aboard the Andromeda Ryker jerked awake to a deep wail that reverberated from the belly of the ship. The shriek washed over him like cold water, chilling his skin. Locke. Locke knew Wren was gone. He was coming. He had found them. Ryker envisioned the Druishk man, with his hellish guards, busting through the door … Continue reading Chapter Seventeen: The Soul Has Illusions As a Bird Has Wings
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?
Eastmere, Mjimeri, Central Isle Every day there were new faces in the bakery. Central was always filled with tourists, no matter the time of day or year, and Eliza loved every second of living there. She had her regulars, of course, stopping by before work or dropping in for a midmorning snack between errands, and … Continue reading Chapter Fifteen: One Day Left
The Roiling Strait, present day Apata rose from sleep slowly. Her head was mercifully without pain. Mother Sun was high in the sky. The sky itself was clear, barring small tufts of fluffy white clouds here and there. The strait was as calm as it could be without alluding to a storm that her dinghy … Continue reading Chapter Fourteen: What the Triage Nurse Portends