“Justice,” Grall whispered into the ear of the corpse, sliding her dagger from the body with ease. She dropped the body, which had once been Sitter Trin, on the floor. It flopped on top of the other bodies, the other Sitters, that she had dragged into the centre of the floor. “Is served,” Grall said … More Justice (From the Archives)
The first ghost was an easy hit as it rounded the top of the staircase. Raela loosed the arrow and began searching for the second ghost that she could sense was lurking round the corner. Wait for it, she thought to herself. Her breathing slowed, as she concentrated on the stone bricks that made up … More Ghosts (From the Archives)
Eva squeezed her eyes tightly shut, her nails digging into the palms of her hands so hard she thought they would draw blood. Christ this was hard. It was so fucking hard. She had no idea how people just managed in their day to day lives. That’s what therapy is for, a little voice said … More Anxiety (From the Archives)
Ia looked down on the smoking remains of their village. Even from up here, in the safety of the mountains, she could taste the ash on the air. The anger inside her was deep, she had warned the council that the humans were advancing across their borders and yet they did nothing. And still did … More Smoking Remnants (From the Archives)
Gerald purred against Lily as she stroked him gently. For once the normally crazy cat was subdued, exhausted from staying up all night because of the fireworks. It was a new year. Lily didn’t put too much stock in the whole event, the parties or the dramatic resolutions. That was for those who believed they … More Reborn (From the Archives)
“Today, we remember our leader,” Hectaius said, standing at the head of the small mound of pebbles which marked all that remained of Right-Leader Ingnat. The rest of the group, only four of them now, raised their tin mugs of whiskey to the sky. Geegi looked haggared, her face laced with cut marks from the … More Souls of Smoke (From the Archives)
The rain hammered against the shutters. Some of it leaked through the shutters, splattering onto the window that was starting to steam up as the air cooled outside. Rhys and Yeil huddled in the centre of the room, wrapped in thick blankets. The house would hold, it had been tested before and it would be … More Prayer to Lymar (From the Archives)
“Oh will you just do it,” Uler sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. The cadet smirked. They always did when they started. Thought they knew it all. “I’m fine,” the cadet said, coughing slightly. She didn’t need this, not today. “Take the damn pills,” she said, shoving the bottle into the cadet’s hand, “you’re … More Ochre (From the Archives)
It’s been a bloody day on the battlefield, you know this. You daren’t tell your platoon how bloody, in case they try another revolt. Everyone is drawn out, everyone is tired. You look, through your helmet, at the sunset of another world. Your home world has a gentle red and orange sunset compared to the … More Ochre (From the Archives)
What did it matter, if it didn’t affect Yeshini’s little world? It was a case of logic. Why worry about the large scale, the wars, the heroes, the approaching enemy, when it didn’t affect you? So Yeshini kept tending to her garden as her belly grew. Ushe would be back from the village shortly, with … More This Little World (From the Archives)
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