Looking for the beginning of the story? Click HERE. Five hours ago, give or take, Mollin found himself upside down, which he thought to be bad. He was, however, held in place by the fiber-webbing seatbelt, which was good. Then another concussion blew the door, and the belt’s locking mechanism gave way, dropping him on …
Looking for the beginning of the story? Click HERE. Five hours ago, give or take, Mollin found himself upside down, which he thought to be bad. He was, however, held in place by the fiber-webbing seatbelt, which was good. Then another concussion blew the door, and the belt’s locking mechanism gave way, dropping him on …
Looking for the beginning of the story? Click HERE. *Warning: This chapter features references to trauma and trauma induced mental illness. As he waited for whatever came next (with zero helpful input from the voice in his head), Ray contemplated the alibi he’d coughed up (almost literally) for Sims Al-Kar’s consumption. An alibi that was, …
Looking for the beginning of the story? Click HERE. *Warning: This chapter features references to trauma and trauma induced mental illness. One of the things that had made the Kelmno cells so effective was their complete isolation. Soundproofed, windowless blanks, they isolated the subject from any possible knowledge of a world beyond their pain. The …
Looking for the beginning of the story? Click HERE. PART TWO: A HARD DAY’S NIGHT* “What’s past is prologue.” —William Shakespeare, The Tempest *Warning: This chapter features references to trauma and trauma induced mental illness. By the time they pulled Ray from the van’s interior, he was conscious enough to see a pair of …
Looking for the beginning of the story? Click HERE. PART TWO: A HARD DAY’S NIGHT* “What’s past is prologue.” —William Shakespeare, The Tempest *Warning: This chapter features references to trauma and trauma induced mental illness. By the time they pulled Ray from the van’s interior, he was conscious enough to see a pair of …
Looking for the beginning of the story? Click HERE. “Wait,” Jessyn said. “Give me a moment.” Ray looked down and saw her expression had gone distant, as if she were concentrating on something. “I don’t know—” “Me too,” Harry cut in. He kept the Glock in his left hand and with his right tapped the …
Looking for the beginning of the story? Click HERE. While Ray and Jessyn listened, Harry laid out the story the Lady had just witnessed from the inside of Harry’s head, but with a few additions, beginning with the discovery, five Standard years ago, of a slicer—a cy-tech of considerable talents, who’d become the bugaboo of …
Looking for the beginning of the story? Click HERE. The bartender left a trio of Milleons, whose bulky insectoid figures dominated eight stools near the bar’s middle section, to meet Ray at the spot he’d previously occupied. “Who in the name of Odin’s goat are you?” she asked without preamble, her voice low and her …
Looking for the beginning of the story? Click HERE. Jessyn had been waiting with the Lady in the observation room when Ray made his brash request, and immediately felt her skin warm. She also felt a stirring of interest, one she tried to suppress, for she’d spoken the truth to Ray when she’d told him …