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

Chapter Seventeen: The Soul Has Illusions As a Bird Has Wings

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