I leaned against a newly repaired brick wall and watched a flock of Strikers glide by. Dressed in white leather, hooded, and surrounded by a ring of crimson-clad Shielders they were a splash of colour against Movoc’s grey streets. I could only imagine what they would have looked like if I ...
Kichlan turned, slowly. Devich stood behind him. With his limbs lengthened, he had grown impossibly tall, and loomed several heads above Kichlan. But his awkward body was not stable, and he swayed and stumbled, even as he stood in one spot, struggling just to maintain hi...
Snow began to fall before we reached Darkwater. A final flurry of winter, like a childish swipe at the approaching spring. I tilted my head to catch the light, icy flakes in my mouth, and let them melt away some of the dust and the thickness of sleep. I kicked into the thin drifts that dr...