Suzuki smiled, putting down a rag long enough to ruffle green hair. “Koutetsujou’s a lucky hayajiro. Continue reading
“But there are viruses in blood,” Ikoma objected, one hand almost going to his arm, where the scar of an old wound… wasn’t, anymore. Continue reading
Okay. Five full edit runs through Tell No Tales, and I think it’s as good as I’m going to get it.
Said edit runs also bumped up the wordcount to 60.2K words, Continue reading
Suzuki was looking him over careful as a stuck gear. “Hozumi?”
Ikoma jerked his head down the line of cars. Continue reading
I hate this. This used to be someone. And they died, alone and afraid….
But one more iron-cage meant another sword Continue reading
“So… I’m guessing we need to strip down?” Jack glanced at his team. “Er. Could be a little awkward.” Continue reading
…And there went Kurusu’s flat stare again. Uryuu had done a freaking double-take, and Kibito was actually blinking at them. Continue reading