He was spiralling through the air, gravity was gone and the world was a chaos of light as he was pitched back and forth through the air. Metal whipped past, tearing into him and grating bone as warm blood seeped into his clothes. He wasn’t falling, or going anywhere exactly, just being dragged around in space. And always just behind him, just at ( Read more... )

When I was growing up we lived on a farm, it was a little place all out of the way, and our nearest neighbours were a good hour’s walk away. Mind you we used to make that walk often enough, I’d try not to complain too much but it was a big distance for a small kid. I was always happy to go though because the people who lived there had a child, a ( Read more... )

Confused, hurt and tired, still terrified from being dragged through the thorns and her mind spinning with all that was happening, trying to hold on to some piece of sense, she curled up on the ground. The pale man stood impassively and looked over at her, just as he always had in her dreams before all this had happened. He walked over, slowly, and ( Read more... )

“Mary, how are you today?”

“I’m well, thank you,” she said politely, sitting down on the chair.

“I’d like to talk to you about the drawings you did last time if that’s alright.”

She straightens up a bit, smiling almost nervously, “they were okay weren’t they?” The therapist nods reassuringly.

“They were good, but you drew them so we ( Read more... )

I have to admit the thought of having her bound to me was appealing, she did make for good conversation after all, and I think that’s what actually made me think twice. Bloodbound girls hardly ever make for fun conversation. So I explained to her about the vinculum, I thought she mustn’t know what it did, but she laughed her happy laugh.

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I fell. I fell screaming through the air, my throat already hoarse from crying out, it was so dark below that I couldn’t see the bottom. I reached out, clutching desperately at anything I could lay my hands on, feeling them ripped by thorns that covered the cliff face they threw me off. No matter how many times I fell I couldn’t help but cry out in ( Read more... )

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 The pack was at home. Music filled the apartment and the neighbours knew better than to complain, empty bottles and cans already littered the floor though the sun had only just gone down, half eaten food lay on plates around the room. It was Alex’s 17th birthday and he was half pissed already, sitting on the floor with the pack passing a bottle ( Read more... )

Run-Blind Jen was the oldest member of the pack, she looked to be in her early thirties or so and she’d been old enough to see the Pistols when they were playing in the seventies but had only been Uratha for around five years, or so she said. She was as skinny as they come but you could see the wiry muscle as she moved, she kept her hair shaved ( Read more... )

The house is dark, it’s on the outskirts of our territory and in a bad enough neighbourhood that people won’t go yelling to the police if they hear a bit of noise. I’ve always liked this moment; the time when you’re scouting the streets looking for the right house, the right car, the right wanderer about to go down the wrong street. It’s exciting, ( Read more... )