From: Gabby Harriman

It took me a while to think about this. I'm not so sane right now and my thoughts are moving in a lot of circles. I've left off names that people would expect me to name, the people who I've supported and moved with over the years, and tried to give fresh answers. I left off the names of the dead, which would be a really ( Read more... )

She found that she could carefully, deliberately focus her anger on other things. Miria and Mercury. Campbell.
She drove her desolation forward, rather than let it drive her. For now it would have to suffice.

Until the night.

Until the night.

For seven months, he had been both molten center and frosted shell ( Read more... )

The subject line of the email caught her attention immediately as it arrived, interesting enough to draw her attention from the Coptic glossary she had been studying. She skimmed it, her mind flitting from point to point, checking what it said against things she already knew. She let the noises of her haven fade away, the sight of the email itself ( Read more... )

In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen,
Snow on snow,
Snow on snow

She walked away from the midwinter rite, a lit cigarette in her right hand, the silver satin of her skirt dragging in the snow, her shoes forgotten. The smoke from the cigarette hung in the air like the ghosts of her ( Read more... )

The body on the table was pretty ordinary, it was just a guy, and a guy who clearly needed a swift kick in the pants, if not to be given up on as a failed experiment. She wondered what jerk had sired him and let him go with clearly no education in the Zeroeth law.

Dumbass, she thought as she stared at him, you got caught and now Colburn fucking has ( Read more... )

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She had sunk into the earth still curled into him as the sky had lightened, and so they would sleep, their substance a few molecules away from one another. In the darkness of her sleeping mind, she became aware of the sound of rushing water, the feel of it cool against her feet. She smelled wet, dying leaves and the stink of the river before she ( Read more... )

She sat on the tree branch, right leg following it, left leg dangling below her. Brown leaves drifted past her in the cold Russian night as she stared at the sky. Her mind was too full to read the omens in the sky, and she had no doubt that they would simply confirm what was already known. They were fucked.

Looking out my window staring
At the things ( Read more... )

In the dream, she and Alex were standing in the middle of a food court. The lights were brighter and the busy crowd was noisier than she could usually stand. No one paid much attention to them, and when she turned to him to comment on this, he had lost his usual radiant inhumanity. She suspected her own fey features, the foundation of her own frail ( Read more... )