“You keep going on about Harper and you don’t even know him! He’s not a crazy, not like you!” Wendy went on, her voice sharp and high like a an Uliam, biting away at his body and mind like the predator’s of the skeleton dry desert. She swished ahead of him, blue dress a living memory of their shared history, more so a badge of suffering than ( Read more... )

The starflies were out in storm that evening, the muggy humidity creeping into the stone work of the manor walls, summer leaking into the too clean, too crisp life of the Levent manor. They bobbed in front of the library’s large window, the startling cascade of warm colors a sunset fading into twilight. Two identical sets of eyes lingered on the ( Read more... )

Nothing like drinking and girls, one of his shipmates had once claimed. A woman in one hand and a bottle in the other would solve all of life’s problems. A few of the others had claimed it that was the case, he’d have a baby bottle and a daughter to hold. It was the truth, too. They’d not a clue that the quiet, sober man with the placid smile and ( Read more... )

The ship rocked, though Viator’s hands were steady. Against the knotted flesh of the younger man, nimble fingers were like seabirds skimming the water, here, there, always too fast to stop and sharp to need to. It was with a groan that the biggest coil of muscle loosened, Havek’s curled, drunk lips barely making the sound possible. He’d been shot ( Read more... )