It is easy, he thinks, for her to forget. He may as well be made of air, for all the regard she gives him. Her attention is riveted on the half-breed, and his upon her. Bloody claws caress her cheek. Golden eyes fix upon her own. His hand clenches around Tessaiga’s hilt. He forgets nothing.
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Stasis Chapter 31: the auction
– 31 – .the auction. At the end of the western world, she contemplates her choices. Crossing from the bed to the window, she buttons her blouse, gazing out at the restless sea. The water here is clear as glass—clear as her intentions. “You are leaving.” She glances toward him only for a moment. There
Stasis Side-Stories: Abaddon, Part 5
He should have known. He should have foreseen that this would come to pass. That the half-breed would return to threaten his claim. Bakusaiga is in his hands. Green and simmering, its blade runs the half-demon through, and he falls forward through the open window, into her arms. Two sets of eyes stare up at
Stasis Chapter 30: (a forgotten memory)
– 30 – .(a forgotten memory). She sits alone on a park swing, her eyes lifted to the sky. A faint breeze is blowing. It tousles her short hair and whispers across her cheek, and she leans into it for a moment, imagining it to be her father’s touch. Behind her is the sound of
Stasis Side-Stories: Abaddon, Part 4
The light fades from his mother’s eyes. His hand slips beneath the collar of her kimono. From the valley of her breasts, he retrieves the Jewel of Four Souls. Its glow is muted in his hold. He considers it briefly, his grip relaxing on his mother’s broken throat. Her vacant gaze draws him in—pinpoints of
Stasis Chapter 29: cat and mouse
– 29 – .cat and mouse. Back at port, she trades her hair pins for passage to India, and in a month’s time she sets foot in an unknown land. The air is dense with exotic spices, with the clamor of foreign tongues. For a time she diverts herself with exploring this new country and
Stasis Side-Stories: Abaddon, Part 3
The Jewel glows in his mother’s hand—a dark pearl of abominable power. An amalgam of crystallized souls. Insidious, yet lovely to behold. He studies it. Studies her. Her eyes glimmer with triumph. He can see that she has been studying him, too. “How like your father you are,” she says with a sneer. “Preoccupied with
Stasis Chapter 28: revelations
– 28 – .revelations. A glimpse of something in the distance. An archway of pure white stone– … She gasps wetly, saltwater streaming from her lips and eyes. Her throat is aflame, despite the dampness. She coughs in vain to soothe it. “Such foolishness.” His anger is palpable. It seethes like a current around her.
Stasis Side-Stories: Abaddon, Part 2
Iron claws score the salt crusted rock. Snarling, he drags up the writhing sea dragon. Wing-like fins shear against the crags, stomach plates sparking at the contact. Waves rise and crash as the serpent’s tail thrashes. He braces himself against the tide, fangs crushing through scale and flesh and bone. Death shrieks rattle the flinty
Stasis Chapter 27: across the sea
– 27 – .across the sea. Idly she touches the pendant at her breast. Her fingers trace the smooth outer curve, worry at the sharp angles that decorate the half-sphere’s jagged face. It is a broken thing, yet it warms beneath her attentions. There is, she supposes, a small comfort in that. Leaning back against