“Theis!” Evy squealed as the apartment door slid open and he stepped into his living room for the first time. His face broke into a wide grin that pulled at the scarred skin along his jaw as she dashed across the room and threw herself into his arms. The two clung to one another fiercely, protectively, and their tears flowed freely with their reunion. Continue reading
Thomas and Rett chatted lightly throughout the drive, but grew quiet when they arrived at the detention facility gates. Though the guard greeted them with a smile and a wink at Thomas, she soon frowned as she entered their IDs into her console. “Sorry, sirs, but what is the purpose of your visit?” Continue reading
Thomas was reaching for his hairbrush when the spasm hit. The brush fell from cramped fingers and clattered on the counter as he fell hard to the floor. Muscles throughout his body seized, and searing pain flashed through him, as if his blood had turned to acid. He could see his hand out of the corner of his eye and the way his fingers twitched as blackened veins pulsed under his skin. Continue reading
Sitting in the dining hall, Rett absentmindedly tugged at his collar. It was the first time he’d put on a uniform in the five months since his capture, and he was beginning to wonder if the regen therapy had perhaps restored a little too much weight. Continue reading
“Lochfa?” Tassark laughed. “This is the best the Sprytath could send?” The lochfa were a ceremonial guard — a token force at best. Farmers clearing new land saw more combat dealing with durgee warrens than the lochfa saw in their temple duties. He looked to his own guards and smirked. “Try not to damage them too much. We could use more hands to pull weeds.” Continue reading
Thelios 