Collin was getting used to being dead.
The scent of seared meat and spices greeted Caelynn, Lincon, and Dayne as they returned to Elyoniem. They entered the common room to find Collin in the kitchen, julienning fresh quiver root. The dining table was already laid out with an assortment of dumplings, stuffed leaves, and cheeses, and judging by the numbers of bowls, pots, and pans along the counters, they were just the beginning. Continue reading
“Me?” Caelynn’s eyebrows shot up. “I didn’t do anything. Even if I tried, I can’t do something like that.“ She gave Collin a pleading look. “You just passed out, right? Needed time to heal?” Continue reading
“I will stand unwavering before threats both familiar and alien to ensure humanity’s survival.”
The words of the oath rang through Lincon’s mind as he mounted the stairs and reached for the main doors of The Court. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing himself to unclench his jaw before stepping inside. He had to do this. Continue reading