Chapter 18: I'm Not Really Here
Much has been mired in speculation of the burnouts, most of it the mealy speech of a drunkard, or on occasion your humble author.
Chapter 17: Preparing Buckets
This wasn’t the first time that something had tried to kill Abranyah. It was, however, the first attempt with a cannon.
Chapter 16: The Thick of Things
Rachel could see her breath drift out in small puffs, but nothing else.
Chapter 15: Pray For The Devil
The wind had begun to pick up, and Marcus did not trust the horizon.
Chapter 14: Reserves of Mercy
I met the most interesting man today. He sleeps at the fire while I write this, another few inches of bulk to my daily carry, but I find the exercise ...
Chapter 13: And So I Give You Back
The day had started to stretch on, and there were always more questions.
Chapter 10: You're Looking At Him
Most bodies who wander in and out of their day, they do it while accepting a relative amount of uncertainty.