Subject 15: Ch 25

“You got a glitch?” Marjorta grabbed Fane by the shoulders to steady him. Ishan muttered, “Nope, might be a bit tipsy, though.” “You both went and got smashed before a raid?” Her crisp voice made Fane wince. “He’ll be fine in a minute. Mind setting the parameters to not be gore?” Ishan pointed to the…

Subject 15: Ch 18

Fane shifted, his skin prickling at the heavy embroidery rubbing along his scars. He still wasn’t keen on the new clothes, though he was getting used to them. He studied himself in the mirror hung on the inside of his wardrobe. Black kurta, black churidar, black leather jutti. He had to admit, it all moved…

Subject 15: Ch 10

Stepping out of the sliding doors, a blast of dry heat swamped Fane. The glaring sun sparkled on the cityscape. He shielded his eyes, waiting for them to adjust. A line of hover-cabs sat idling in the loop. The roar of engines signalled another plane’s departure. He spotted a cab with a man standing out…