Alexus was born in the slums, like everyone, trying to claw her way out. Obsessed with the sky. Like the little green vines in a tangled snare of brambles and thorns, reaching for the sun. But there was a voice that spoke to her at night. It told her she was special. It said she would grow and thrive, where the others withered and hardened ( Read more... )

[Previous]     The first thing he noticed was the texture of the sheets, awareness of fingertips against silk bubbling up through the white noise. He realized his eyes were closed and decided not to open them yet. He tasted metal; it ran through his nose and throat like the chill of menthol. The hard cold of a bedpan was against his thighs; he ( Read more... )

     In this, the first issue of Sequential - episode one of my first and so far only novel, A Dirge for the Sinking City. Be honest. Be brutal. Be kind. And, by all means, enjoy.

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[Next]      Age had built a landscape of wrinkles on the man's weathered visage. The light cast deep shadows on his furrowed skin; the dark played across his ( Read more... )