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By Christopher Mitchell Four Marcus worried. It was his nature to protect those around him; he’d been that way since he was a boy. He worried now, watching Peck toss stones as they walked northward, the boy keeping his mind occupied as the drudgery of marching dug itself into the marrow of his mind. Marcus…
By Christopher Mitchell Chapter One Arrival Michael Mazure stood on the bow of the narrow clipper, reveling in the sensation of ocean spray misting his face. He held his hand up, and the wind whipped playfully through his calloused fingers, danced and billowed through his clothes, filling the sails above him, delivering them at speed…
Tiberius tended the fire, longing to see the moon glowing behind the veil of silver mist that hung over the land. He envisioned the moon goddess Diana closing in on her love Orion, longing for the brief embrace they’d share as their paths crossed in the aether. He knew the stories to be false… but he believed anyway. Because those stories let him hope—however falsely—that there was some modicum of rationality behind the suffering he saw in his waking nightmares.
By Christopher Mitchell Two The latrones hadn’t eaten in two days. Catching the speck of firelight from the crest of their small hill encampment, the pack of four brigands loped towards the fire with hunger in their eyes. Moving on shaky legs, they teetered closer, hoping to catch the weary travelers off guard. They knew…
ROCKWOOD, MI: 2074 ADE By: Christopher Mitchell Chapter One Trevor Morrigan chalked his pool cue as he eyed the patrons of the Rockwood Billiards, trying to match a face with the picture in his back pocket. He kept his ears open for the telltale signs of weapons being drawn through the sounds of colliding acrylic…
CALEDONIA, 387 ADE By Christopher Mitchell One Tiberius adjusted himself in the saddle, ignoring the numbness in his legs and backside. Argos was a steady horse, but the continual jostling of these uneven goat paths had grown tiresome with the damp cold setting in. Sixty-five suns had risen and set since they’d left Rome. He…