Story 12 – Valeria – The People
Read the prior chapter here Read the first chapter here Valeria stood in the first floor of the Magistrate’s house. So many were assembled. There was Abraxas, Crescent and Malik. Each of them seemed...
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As Good as it’s Gonna Get
Chrysanthemum was not having a good day—not that any of her days had been any good—but her most recent 24-hour stint on Earth had been particularly odious. The rain hadn’t stopped, heavy drops pouring...
Story 11 – Abraxas – Comfort the Child
Read the prior chapter here Read the first chapter here Faint sunlight peeked through a window in Illoc’s apothecary. Somewhere out there, Valeria would be leading a search party for Nestor, who seemed to...
Story 10 – Crescent – The Scent of Ashes
Read the prior chapter here Read the first chapter here The young red-headed boy crept towards the market stall, casting a furtive glance at the people surrounding him. He must not have seen anyone...
Cold Winds
She awoke to wind and to cold. Empty buildings and cracked streets wound out before her. It was all familiar—wasn’t it?—like a memory of home. Dark clouds rolled overhead, with just the barest hint...
Fate and Such
It wasn’t supposed to be a difficult mission. The Commonwealth had just told him to deliver a letter. That was supposed to be it. Out of all of the tasks they’d had him complete,...
Dipped in Snow
It was cold on the mountaintop. The winds bit into the little boy’s skin like so many ravenous beasts. His feet sank into the churning snow and each step was laboured. And his left...
Take the Next Bus
I met death at a bus stop, on a cold Thursday evening. I think she thought it an apt metaphor. She was a rather disappointing figure, I must say, no black cowl, no scythe,...
ATTE – Fanart!
This beautiful piece of Fanart was made by one of my friends. Go to @grender_comics to check out more of his stuff!
Episode 9 – Flashes of Time
Read the prior chapter here Read the first chapter here Valeria Malik tried to suppress the faint whirling red of irritation that crawled across his skin as Abraxas dabbed at his arm. A green...