scifi

  • The Feather on My Scale: Ch 4

    Ptolemy took Amami for the day to introduce him to the halls and keep him out of the way of the guards and staff while Nebra disappeared into the corridors of the palace.  This left Seth and me to walk the grounds to quietly plot our next movement. The teahouse and the massive pond in…

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  • The Fire in My Blood: Chapter 15

    I yawned. The morning was way too early, and everything was stiff. I hadn’t moved in hours. I stretched, wary of Sanctus, only to find space around me. I blinked. My bed was empty. That was a first. His palette was empty. Not that I had woken to him in it in the morning yet…

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  • The Fire in My Blood: Chapter 14

    Mater approached me on the dance floor, drawing me from Sanctus and the Accendium. “It’s time, Lunam.” I nodded. “Go get dressed, I’ll have Sanctus watch the Accendium. Meet at the stage?”

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  • The Fire in My Blood: Chapter 12

    “Better?” I asked as Sam and I left Forceps.  He nodded, running his hands through his hair happily.  “Wanna go get your sister and have lunch?” We walked down the hall and back out to the shop floor.

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  • The Fire in My Blood: Chapter 11

    The library was buried deep at the opposite end of the facility from my rooms.  The place used to be a documents library where blueprints and print media had been kept when the warehouse had functioned.  The stairs were dark, and a lamp was the best help we had down it.  We needed to get…

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  • The Fire in My Blood: Chapter 10

    “You knew him?” Medicus asked as he held pen to paper.  He didn’t sound surprised.  I had no idea what he was thinking, but man if I could have peeled Medicus’s brain open and got a dig at what was turning in it, I would have paid my right ball for the opportunity.

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  • The Fire in My Blood: Chapter 9

    Morning graced my window, illuminating the room in soft orange cream.  I went to stretch and bumped into something.  I drew in a startled breath, only to remember that Sanctus had climbed into bed with me last night.  His breathing was soft, but told me he was on the verge of waking.  I eased up…

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  • The Fire in My Blood: Ch 7

    Dressed back into my trench, I directed Sanctus to the door.  “Thanks, Medicus.  I’ll drop by in the morning,” I said over my shoulder as I let us out of the clinic.

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  • The Fire in My Blood: Ch 6

    “Medicus! Got your man here,” I greeted as we entered the secondary building on our compound.  It had been a concrete block office at some point in it’s past.  Now it proved to be our hospital and infirmary.  Two patients at a time was it’s capacity.  If we had an all out war and enough…

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