Subject 15: Ch 23

“Is this what you do in the evenings when I leave you here?” Fane leaned against Prince Orlov’s doorframe to watch the man hacking and slashing at the air in his Nurvo Gear. “You were the one who asked way back when what I enjoyed doing. This lets me have friends without all the social…

Subject 15: Ch 22

“You want me to believe this djinn newb has never played in a gear before? At that level?” A built half-orc woman looked the party up and down. “He works out on the regular. You run a gym, Marjorta. You know how this goes for Black Parrot patrons.” Ishan pulled a tankard of ail out…

Polaris Skies: Ch 15

The sun glared down, unfriendly and burning. An unusual day. Chill air, however, crept across the land like an infestation of spiders. Rust coloured leaves whisked across the ground, frost nodules glimmering on the rims. The skeletal trees snipped and snapped against each other. The thick of the forest waned into pasture land as they…

Subject 15: Ch 20

Fane and Ajay stood in the hallway with Zahar, Chaitan and the other bodyguards for the royal family. The King, having answered to Chaitan’s knock and noting the congregation of men waiting on their charges, closed the door in their faces, telling them that it was private business amongst the family. “Calm yourself, newbie. You…

Polaris Skies: Ch 13

Hana sat in a locked utility closet on the first floor where her brother had shoved her. Sleet pattered on the roof of the building two stories above her. Footsteps echoed in the hall, growing louder. A key slipped into the lock on the door, and the hinges creaked as the heavy metal door slipped…

Subject 15: Ch 19

“Miss Griyashi!” Fane called to the prince’s amanuensis upon approaching her desk the next morning. A meeting with the other bodyguards was slotted on his personal calendar and he needed to coordinate Orlov’s schedule. The woman, no more than a grass blade in a droughted desert, beamed a welcoming smile. “Mr Anson!” “Hi. Um, Ajay,…

Subgalaxia: Ch 2

He paced the study of his house.  Books lined cherry shelves and his desk was overcrowded with papers and electronics.  He had sent his maid up to check on the woman. What had possessed him to intervene was beyond him.  A simple trip was all he wanted. He had gone to see the beginnings of…

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 15

“Come on! We need to get going!” Shelly popped into the room unannounced. The instructor and Fane flinched, glancing up from a children’s workbook. “What’s wrong?” Fane rose, his hands clearing every vest and pocket in succession as he subconsciously checked for his armaments. Shelly grabbed him, pulling him towards the library door. “You’re supposed…

Subject 15: Ch 14

The guns were laid out on the side table, along with about half his stash of knives. Ajay had insisted that he respect his employer enough not to come to the lunch table completely clothed in metal. He had half met the request, reiterating that he was a trainer and temporary bodyguard, not a companion….