Brightrange

Fortunately they’d sent the runner to Helmesfall on a fleet horse, so Samuel only languished in a filthy backwater jail for a day. He leaned his forehead against the bars of the cell and stared blankly out ahead as the guard turned the key in the lock, and then he moved with the cell door … Continue reading Brightrange

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afterlife

Why hadn’t Arch saved the imperial family? Had it been the machine’s impulse to save her first, or had it been her own sudden reluctance to die? The questions twisted again and again through her mind. She couldn’t bring herself to sink back into her channel with Arch. The machine’s thoughts remained quiet and lethal … Continue reading afterlife

monument

It had been weeks since they’d returned to Kabash, back to the pristine familiarity of the throne room and Asim’s obstructed view across the desert. Things had changed in the way that he’d learned they tended to—factors pivoting almost infinitesimally on their axes, just enough to disrupt his sleep and fill his mind with that … Continue reading monument

soul siphon

“Hold still, Pharaoh,” Kashif said. The man had tears streaming down his face, his beard wet with them. “We’re not doing this like we did with Vehemence. You need the rest of your soul.” Asim’s vision swam but he managed to make out the faces surrounding him—Aziza and Akira and Ridley, crowding around him while … Continue reading soul siphon

aftermath

“Pharaoh.” His mind resisted, trying to remain in its comfortable dream of riding a horse across the dunes of northern Mait, Bellwether stepping along gamely beside him. All of his dreams on board the ship included riding a horse, even when it didn’t make sense—because the constant motion of the vessel, even once he’d grown … Continue reading aftermath

puppet

Cam sat on the crest of the hill and kept tired watch. In the undergrowth a few feet away, Eden slept curled around Morgenroth. He listened to them shift in their sleep and felt a sort of drowsy tranquility he hadn’t thought himself capable of. A couple hours ago, he’d heard Barlowe leave—and an hour … Continue reading puppet