A Morning In The Embers
'This trial cannot be overcome with raw power. You face the very notion of fire itself.'
The Second Life of Athénais Vuillard
“Mommy. My brain is, is, is buzzing.” “Brains don’t buzz, babygirl.”
A Night With Sin
‘The Dawning Basilica has no place for this “cloak and dagger” nonsense’ the bishop huffed, gesticulating wildly as the twisting haze of incense rose behind him.
No Longer
As the first flakes of snow landed on Jocelyn’s parka, the generator spluttered and died. ‘Shit,’ she spat. She tried to brush the flakes from her sleeves, but for every crystal she banished two more fell from above.
Cold Blooded
Despite the miracles Biomarqs could pull with flesh, no amount of gene-splicing and meat-dicing matched up to a magnetically accelerated round nearly clearing 2,000 metres per second.
Altar
It’s two in the morning and the storm is howling beyond the door. The Partisan kneels on a mat in a narrow box, staring into the curtain.