Tried to come up with a color combo that would go well with the blue iris beads on the edge.
Ishida’s hand on his head was warm and impersonal; contact, without being intrusive. It could be worse.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Wait. Just like setting up a target. Continue reading
“Just Mao works,” the cat sniffed. “I’m more used to that than my old name, anyway.” He leaned against Yin’s head. “Scan away.” Continue reading
Once more, with better light!
“Contracts have a price.” But I never did, and I never knew why…. “Use your power, you have to pay. Some of us eat flowers. Some write poetry. Some have to break their own fingers. Some… are worse.” Hei shrugged. Continue reading
“How much do all of you know about spirits? Or soul-injuries?”
“Mao says ghosts exist, monsters eat them, samurai hunt the monsters,” Yin stated. A hint of doubt crossed her face. “He also said the samurai turn ghosts into butterflies.” Continue reading