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Cross by A. Sterling
※※※LissaOne whole week.Seven days of radio silence. Seven days of driving past his known haunts, of casual, fruitless questions dropped to people who might know something, of staring at my phone like it might spontaneously combust...
Cross by A. Sterling
※※※CrossThe ride back was a blur of pain. The adrenaline that had been holding the worst of it at bay had bled out somewhere in that alley, along with my own blood, leaving a deep, throbbing ache and a dizzying nausea that had...
Cross by A. Sterling
※※※ CrossI was up next. No money on the line, no pink slips. Just a straight shot down the airstrip for pride, for the roar, for the chance to outrun the images burned into my brain.I watched them. The whole fucking spectacle. The...
Cross by A. Sterling
※※※ LissaI met Klaus at my penthouse. The plan was simple: drive in together, a united front. Me in the lurid red Hellcat, him on my Ducati. A statement in motion.He pulled up beside me, killing the Ducati’s engine. In the...
Cross by A. Sterling
※※※ CrossWhat the fuck was that?The question echoed in my skull, a relentless drumbeat under the fading roar of the crowd. I stood at the base of the stairs, my body locked in place, watching the empty space where she’d just...
Cross by A. Sterling
※※※ LissaThe city smelled different. Or maybe I was different. The air was thicker here. It wasn’t the crisp, sterile pine of the Alps. It was alive, dirty, and familiar in a way that felt like a punch to the gut.I came back two...
The Haunting Of The Sixth Footprint by Thurán Writes
Marcus came to solace her, but she was trembling, no matter what she saw in the kitchen. I had my medicine kit, so I gave her some sedative to calm her down. Marcus took her to their room to rest. After that, all of us went to our...
The Gryphon Riders by Carol Francis
THE GRYPHON RIDERSBy Carol FrancisEpisode Seven: Nothing Wrong with the MachineThe first armoured transport rolled to a halt outside the television studio.Its rear doors opened.Four Harmonisation Units stepped onto the pavement.Then...
The Gryphon Riders by Carol Francis
THE GRYPHON RIDERSBy Carol FrancisEpisode Six: The Cost of ComplianceThe front door exploded inward.Fragments of timber and metal scattered across the printing works.Daniel Harrow threw himself behind an overturned desk as something...
The Gryphon Riders by Carol Francis
THE GRYPHON RIDERSBy Carol FrancisEpisode Five:The Rights of the InnocentThe Minister for Education and Personal Development was having a particularly difficult morning.Not because of the national electrical emergency, which had now...
Abomey by Christopher Whittaker - Author
THE SCREAMS OF DEMONS UNLEASHED20 APRIL 1890Kemi saw King Béhanzin for the first time on the road to Atchoukpa.Word passed back through the marching army before he appeared.“The king.” she nudged Afi and Sika who had already seen...
Abomey by Christopher Whittaker - Author
COTONOU4 MARCH 1890The Dahomean army moved south beneath the cover of darkness.Male regiments filled the roads from Abomey. Agojie marched in ordered companies among them, accompanied by ammunition carriers, porters and artillery crews...
Abomey by Christopher Whittaker - Author
THE KING'S EYESSena led them back towards the coast by a different route parallel to the warehouse., crossing the main coast road quickly further up from where French patrols had started forming.Once across they moved slowly, placing...
Angels Sing Thee to thy Rest by Christopher Whittaker - Author
MARSEILLESMorning had fully settled by the time Roger wandered through one of the poorer quarters near the harbour.Although it was not a huge distance from England the low throb of the ships engine coupled with a sea swell and lack of...
Angels Sing Thee to thy Rest by Christopher Whittaker - Author
ANYWHERE BUT HERE!After three weeks in a cold, damp cell, even the miserable autumn air felt clean.Roger stood across the road from his house for several moments and breathed it in.Rain threatened from a sky the colour of gunmetal. The...
Angels Sing Thee to thy Rest by Christopher Whittaker - Author
THE COLD HAND OF JUSTICEThe trial was a sham.Roger had known that it would be even before he entered the room.Cuthbertson had survived, though more than one officer privately believed death might have been kinder. The once-proud young...
Mia Is Mine by A. Sterling
⋘ ⁕⁕⁕ ⋙ Min-hoThe flight was a smooth, silent bubble suspended between the chaos we’d left and the unknown we were flying toward. Mia slept for most of it, her head leaning against the window, exhaustion finally claiming...
Mia Is Mine by A. Sterling
⋘ ⁕⁕⁕ ⋙ Min-hoI was sitting at the vast, marble-topped kitchen island, a cup of black coffee cooling between my hands, when I heard the soft shuffle of feet. She emerged from the hallway, wrapped in the oversized robe, her...
Cross by A. Sterling
※※※CrossThe Alpine facility. The stark, clinical fight arena. Her.That was not Lissa.The girl in the video moved with a lethal, polished efficiency that was terrifying. Her strikes were sharp, her grapples technical, her eyes...
Cross by A. Sterling
※※※ LissaThe airport was busy; loved ones said hi and bye, and now it’s my turn. My mother, a vision in Chanel, was crumbling. Her sobs were quiet, elegant things that shook her slender shoulders, her hands pressed to her mouth...
The Gryphon Riders by Carol Francis
THE GRYPHON RIDERSBy Carol FrancisEpisode Four: A Matter of National ImportanceThe Minister for Essential Infrastructure had not slept for thirty-six hours.He was beginning to suspect that this was not good for him.Across the table...
The Gryphon Riders by Carol Francis
THE GRYPHON RIDERSBy Carol FrancisEpisode Three: The Price of FreedomThe knocking came again.Three times.A pause.Twice more.Daniel Harrow looked towards the rear door."Expecting anyone, Victor?""No.""Michael?""Not unless my ex-wife has...
Angels Sing Thee to thy Rest by Christopher Whittaker - Author
A PRICE TO PAYRoger's head throbbed violently.His nose had bled heavily and his once immaculate mess uniform now hung in filthy tatters streaked with dried blood, port and dirt.He had awakened sprawled across a rough wooden plank bolted...
Angels Sing Thee to thy Rest by Christopher Whittaker - Author
A MATTER OF HONOURRoger was furious now.His face was red.His anger boiled.His wife had already tested his patience with her endless preparations and now she had vanished with Cuthbertson of all people. Just after the first dance no...
Angels Sing Thee to thy Rest by Christopher Whittaker - Author
LONDONDecember 1880Roger Cutting fidgeted with the cigar cutter in his hand. The damned woman was taking her time again, despite knowing perfectly well how important punctuality was.He poured another whisky, picked up the glass, then...
Abomey by Christopher Whittaker - Author
A MESSAGE FROM BÉHANZINThey reached the coast on the third morning.Long before the Agojie saw the sea, they smelled it.The damp green breath of the jungle gradually acquired a sharper edge. Salt mingled with rotting vegetation...
Abomey by Christopher Whittaker - Author
THE DRUMS OF WARABOMEY, 24–26 FEBRUARY 1890The weeks became months.Sika measured their passing by the things she and the others learned to endure.They ran before dawn until their legs no longer ached after every journey. They crossed...
Abomey by Christopher Whittaker - Author
THE LONG ROAD TO BREAKFASTABOMEY, 1889Every morning, before the first grey light touched the compound walls, the night watch awakened the drums.The first beat came slowly.Deep. Hollow. Methodical.It rolled across the sleeping courtyards...
Magic Undone by S. L. Byers
It was past midnight when Jistan Oriando opened the door to his room and peered out into the dark hallway. Luckily, he’d been able to convince his guards he didn’t need them to stand outside his room all night, so the corridor was...
Cross by A. Sterling
※※※ LissaA countdown ticked in the back of my skull with every heartbeat, a morbid metronome measuring out the last grains of sand in the hourglass of my old life. Switzerland.The Union. A gilded, brutal finishing school for heirs...