Rakel had immediately discarded the idea of working for one of the larger gangs. For one, the stunt she had planned wouldn’t work as well on them, and for another, if there was some sort of metaphorical—or, for that matter, … Continue reading
Rakel would have liked to take the next day off, too, and let her new collection of bruises turn slightly less interesting shades of yellow and purple, but in her estimation she couldn’t afford it. She was, after all, putting … Continue reading
“What? Why can’t he?” said Anja. She felt herself getting angry. “He’s been nothing but a help through all of this.” “There are rules, aspirant, of which Hans Georgsson was informed—” Mikel began. Anja didn’t let him finish. She turned … Continue reading
“Thank you,” Anja said. “Looks like we’ll get to trade stories after all,” Liam replied. “Do you do do this often?” “Almost every day,” Liam said, taking his weight off his staff and flipping it once, end over end. Elisa … Continue reading
Like a vacation, Eirik thought without enthusiasm. He walked across the grounds, wondering if he might have gotten off easier if he’d thrown his lot in with Baltasar. Probably, he thought, but there was no use in speculating about it … Continue reading
The next morning, sunlight poked cautiously into Eirik’s room. Eirik grunted, rolled over, and went back to sleep. A knocking at his door roused him again, only a few minutes later. He grumbled and got out of bed, wondering … Continue reading
As she sailed in a lazy arc from the door of the casino toward the street, Rakel was forced to admit that things had not gone quite as she’d hoped. Of course, it had looked like they had been until … Continue reading
“Don’t let anybody but me in. If someone else does make it past the door, smash him.” Rakel pointed at Doorman’s club. Breezily, she continued. “Understand? Of course you do. Bar the door after we leave. Two! We’re going out!” … Continue reading
Anja made her way down through the tower with a spring in her step that could not be entirely explained by the gentle downward slope of the hallway. A smile kept forcing its way onto her face, and eventually she … Continue reading
“You are to be granted provisional admission.” Anja let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, and anger at Ansgar Leifsson’s incongruous displeasure and relief at the Septumvirate’s decision fought a brief battle before the latter won out. … Continue reading
