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The Alien and the Jeweler
Illana shrieked, but she had the presence of mind to run to the outdoor shed and grab her metal rake. It was the kind with heavy iron teeth that made it almost useless for leaf-removal because the leaves got caught in the tines. She raised it above her head, fueled by adrenaline, and prepared to bring all its force to bear on whatever wobbled inside the metal lozenge.
Riley’s Game
Under a milky white sky, countless blue-green fronds reached up from marshy soil, their tall tops swaying in the humid breeze, shuddering and twitching toward the low clouds like fingertips that beckoned noiselessly, “Come hither.”
The War Goes On
Kael wondered why cracking the cube didn’t make him more happy. It had only cost a few good men. There’d be more bloodshed, but that was alright. A good war was better than a bad peace. God knew he’d probably be following the others soon enough. But there was one question he’d never really asked himself: What did victory look like?
Piper
For once, it worried Francis that he could not hear the machines’ harsh heckling, nor feel the heavy tread of the battle rig that sent its own tremors through the ground as it strode. He began pacing the room; a habit of his. He knew he should stand still. His left knee was bad, and he’d pushed it too far today, down in the caves. If the rig were coming back, he’d feel its heavy tread through the floor.
Utopia Minus One
He nodded. “Yes. Continue your walk. Get familiar with the place. Let me know if you encounter any friction.”
I chewed my lip, wondering what that could mean.
“How will I find you?” I asked instead.
He smiled. “Oh, you won’t need to. I’ll be watching.”
Saga Mac Brón: Chapter 16
Fabian Middalur drew his sword. He was Lord of Gray Keep, in the Wild Wood east of the Empire Road. Monsters dwelt here, between Talahm-lár and Black Lands, and one more had fallen into his hands.
Saga Mac Brón: Chapter 15
He pressed down on Mac Brón’s chest. Warmth seeped from his fingers, and into the barbarian’s heart. After a few moments, Tammet felt a heartbeat. The chest rose and fell. But something was wrong. Something moved beneath the man’s skin. Mac Brón opened his mouth, screamed, and then fell back.
Saga Mac Brón: Chapter 14
The other lords, and even the common folk, reminded him of his status by calling him the Steward of Ketch, though he was Lord of Ketch, and acting steward of all Talahm-lár. The emperor’s hand—and now his heir—did not take these things as slights. He was not interested in the glow of power, only the thing itself.
Saga Mac Brón: Chapter 13
Dim torches had been placed into the wall, but only at the longest intervals. Big as it was in some places, the great gray cabal squeezed into the rocky tube, filling it, bunching, and gathering mass as it went, like something being collected and compacted. Vile. Intestinal. Mac Brón felt his own throat heave.
Saga Mac Brón: Chapter 12
His hands were tied behind him, and he could not stop his fall. A sharp black stone raked across his face as he pitched into the forest floor. Tammet stifled a cry, unwilling to give even that to his captors.
Saga Mac Brón: Chapter 11
She did not answer. All of her concentration was on the barbarian. He did not doubt that she was exerting much of her power just to keep his mind intact, nor that these efforts alone stayed off the things that waited above him.
Saga Mac Brón: Chapter 10
Wyverheld loomed over the land like a stone dragon. From the farmlands below, one could not even see the mighty keep within, but only the curtain walls that rose straight from the rock, as if grown from the granite itself, and also the long sea wall that plummeted down its western slope, stretching out a half-mile into the Ocean Sea.
Saga Mac Brón: Chapter 9
This noise was not rain, nor trickling water. But it was wet. It was disturbingly wet.
Saga Mac Brón: Chapter 8
[H]e remembered the gaping mouth that came out of the ocean, and the look of the water as it cascaded down its throat, rolling over rings of jagged teeth that spiraled down its dark gullet, like a stairway to hell. The teeth always stayed with him. They were an obscenity; all of different sizes and shapes, having no common theme but death. These lands were like them.
Saga Mac Brón: Chapter 7
A narrow and more jagged trail snaked down from the left, intersected the highway, then continued south until it bore into the canyon wall to their right. That opening seemed to gape at them, inviting unpleasant considerations about where it led.
Saga Mac Brón: Chapter 6
There was an oppressive feeling in the air that made him want to open his pack, and put his sword in his hand. He swore he could hear the Péistghrá pacing just beyond the walls.
Saga Mac Brón: Chapter 5
The cold from the lake whipped up, assaulting Tammet’s eyes and cheeks. Yet he thanked the wind, for it made him vigilant, and cleared his head. After what seemed ages, they reached the bottom. A barge sat on the water, and a single lamp hung within it.
Saga Mac Brón: Chapter 4
And beyond that, he thought, you can expect no more. After all, he was of Smaragd. His father’s kingdom lay outside the borders of Talahm-lár. She was not his empress, nor the boy his emperor.
Saga Mac Brón: Chapter 3
He saw his mother, and ran to her. The two clutched each other, and looked with awe upon a tall man. The warrior’s hair was red; his sword, a deep, unnatural black, and twisted near the point.
Saga Mac Brón: Chapter 2
At the mountain’s crest, the black trees pulled back, as if they feared White Rock. Gray pebbles littered the floor here, and Mac Brón’s dragging sword left a jagged path behind him as he made for the peak.