Chapter Nineteen: The Color of Breaking

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

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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

Chapter Thirteen: May the Wind Tangle Your Hair With the Salt of the Sea

Aboard the Andromeda Ryker unwrapped Wren’s hands. The starchy fabric curled to the floor in long, coarse coils. Wren’s fingers were folded into fists, knuckles reddened from scraping the material. Gently, one at a time, Ryker peeled each finger from the grip. Small indented slits lifted on her palm where her nails had pressed into … Continue reading Chapter Thirteen: May the Wind Tangle Your Hair With the Salt of the Sea

Chapter Nine: A Caged Bird Doesn’t Sing

Aboard the Andromeda Wren fell to the floor. The wooden floorboards cracked against her knees. Dusty and coarse and flickering with strokes of autumn light. She could see the boards had once been sturdy, proud trees, seeping up rich earth and dazzling sunlight. Their fate, however, was her own. Restrained by consanguineal laces, hauled away … Continue reading Chapter Nine: A Caged Bird Doesn’t Sing

Chapter One: The Water Sees and Understands

South Port, Blitzkrieg Taegan Ryker walked along the dock of the southernmost port in Blitzkrieg. Just beyond the snowcapped waters lay the rest of Bakkaj’s many islands. Blitzkrieg was the northernmost island, and therefore cold nine out of the thirteen months of the year. Ryker coughed into his palm, his breath steamy, and tugged the … Continue reading Chapter One: The Water Sees and Understands