“Empaths,” Steve said thoughtfully, looking directly at Sakichi. “In the sci-fi magazines, Continue reading
The flow of injuries slowed to a trickle, and Kaho let her spear rest on her shoulder long enough to grip Orihiko’s hand. “That was so brave.” She pulled him into half a hug. “And so stupid! That was 04, what were you thinking….” Continue reading
Insert maniacal laughter here.
…No, seriously. 😉 At this point in time my brain is cackling like an exhausted grade-B supervillain, Continue reading
I wanted to play with the topaz beads again, but against a different color scheme.
Light was gathering in the open wound, sinking into flesh and bone like real rain. Continue reading
Heading for the least-shaken cop he could see to start sorting out the damage, Steve had to pause and blink. The young, dark-haired man in glasses with his own black bag and an almost rifle-long case slung on his shoulder was startling enough. The strawberry blonde kneeling down with him, hands alight with blue-gold energy… um. Continue reading
A whisper of a gray cloak, and Karasuba had an eerily gentle hand on a young man’s shoulder. A tracker dangled from her fingers, battered and dusty. Continue reading