“Absolutely! A man of his ilk, as the subject of such scrutiny, will wish to be seen on his own terms. This is his Arena, his territory. He’s marked it as surely as any tomcat!” Rivka certainly hoped not. If the Arena had any scent, it was of bodies, sweat, and the harsh l...
General Garret. Fire. The frenzied song of raw bodies and blood. The suck of mud against my bare feet. Her stomach roiled. She stared up at the battered and abused cylinder of the mooring tower. Leaving behind her old life and enduring the turmoil of the city had already m...
Stout,” Alonzo said. The high brick spire of the Hotel Nennia was visible ahead. He had said nothing for blocks, and now his voice had lost that huskiness that caused Octavia’s heart to race a little faster. Instead, he sounded confident, assured. “Do you, now? If you’re t...
We flew north, destination unknown. A soldier stood several feet behind me. His pistols remained holstered—he wasn’t daft enough or desperate enough to fire a weapon in the control cabin of an operating airship—but he had already proven adept with his fists. My co-pilot, Ramsay, was currently ...
The rising sun painted a sliver of horizon in the deep pink of a healing scar and illuminated the sprawl of the camp below. The whinnies of hungry horses carried at this distance even as the usual booms of shelling continued on the far side. Airships hovered above, like dark, ovoid clouds, though...
snapped Mr. Jennings. The little car buzzed as it zoomed down the street. “Hanging!” The scant window frame didn’t give her much to cling to. Ingrid looked out the back window. The Durendal was close enough for her to discern the individual soldiers that lined the walled running boards on either ...
Hardcovers bombarded Octavia from the ten-foot-high shelf as it tipped far enough to smack into the next shelf. Leather-bound edges pounded and gouged into her back and shoulders. She yelped under the assault as books continued to slide down. Screams and yells echoed throughout the library. &n...