Again, Sif looked between her new parents. Both wore thoughtful expressions, but said nothing. For another few minutes, nothing happened. Sif rolled her eyes. Looks like it came down to her, yet again. She trotted forward until she walked next … Continue reading
Joe canted his head. “Could leave a lot of weight behind, you know, if we’re racing.” “How much?” Cannon said. Iseabail ticked off items on her fingers. “Guns an’ ammunition. Nae fightin’ allowed in the rules. Rocket rails. Yon radios, … Continue reading
“I dinnae like it, cap’n,” Iseabail Crannach said. She ran a hand over her hair, failing utterly to tame the frizz, and stuck her hands in the pockets of her lab coat. “We made a deal.” She, Cannon, Joe, and … Continue reading
“We stick with what we do best. In a few days, our target will be on the move. Macchi’s zep will head north over the water. We’ll hit them there and capture the zep. We score the racer, and a … Continue reading
Emma Foster pushed open the door to Inconstant‘s briefing room and breezed inside. She was late. This was not unusual. It always took the skipper ten minutes to get through the pointless reasoning behind any given mission and come to … Continue reading
She hit the ground hard, bouncing and skidding through the dirt. She hit a tree, which knocked the wind out of her, and came to a stop. Falthejn didn’t waste so much as a heartbeat. He threw his sword. Without … Continue reading
Sif opened her eyes. Her head throbbed. Where was she? It all flooded back in an instant, and she sat up. Her heart sank. Something was wrong. Falthejn wouldn’t have dropped his sword on purpose. She struggled to her feet, … Continue reading
Two of the beasts came at him at once. He sidestepped a swing from the first and took its hand off in reply. He drove his shoulder into the second, knocking it over, and pushed his sword through the first’s … Continue reading
Falthejn looked around the clearing. He must have missed them by minutes. Alfhilde would have taken them toward the bridge. Falthejn turned upriver, following the bank, and begged the Twelve he wasn’t too late. Half an hour later, he thought … Continue reading
By midday, he felt as good as he ever did—physically, at any rate. He wondered: how much of his decision to leave did the poison account for? Some, no doubt: the poison’s effect on the mind was more severe than … Continue reading
