Mil Ton Intassi caught the first hint of it as he strolled through his early-morning garden—a bare flutter of warmth along the chill edge of mountain air, no more than that. Nonetheless, he sighed as he walked, and tucked his hands into the sleeves of his jacket. At the end of the gar...
For every sorrow, a pleasure. For every death, a life.This is Naratha's Law. - From, Creation Myths and Unmakings: A Study of Beginninng and End "Take it away!" The Healer's voice was shrill. The Scout leapt forward, slamming the lid of the stasis box down and triggering the seal in one s...