Why yes, I do love flammable bad guys.
Quiet murmurs rippled through the car. Ikoma looked up as Kurusu let go, watching Uryuu and Eishun walk down the car toward them. Continue reading
I’m not going to swear, Ikoma told himself, braced against the side of the sortie car as strong fingers poked and prodded like hot iron rods. Continue reading
“If we spread the design of jet bullets to every station we visit, each station lord and every Hayajiro crew can start killing the Kabane beyond the walls,” Ayame stated. “Killing them, not just driving them off. Continue reading
“The Hunters wish they didn’t need the stations,” Ayame mused. “I wish we didn’t, either. But even if we had enough food and supplies, there’s just not enough room-” Continue reading
Kibito leaned against the conference room wall, watching Kurusu and their lady confer and scribble on scraps of paper. “That looks like a long list.” Continue reading