Voices of the Void, part 4

You can get the ebook for Voices of the Void right now for $0.99 on Amazon – free with kindle unlimited – or get the paperback (ebook always free with a physical purchase). Read part 1 | Read part 2 | Read part 3 He watched the lift car approach, hanging from a steel rail, arriving much sooner than Andrew anticipated. Had it really come so far in just a few minutes? He worked against an urge to check his computer, which he knew was not functioning properly, to confirm the time.  The car moved past the windows and arrived at the steel double doors. After…

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Voices of the Void, part 3

You can get the ebook for Voices of the Void right now on Amazon – free with kindle unlimited – or get the paperback (ebook always free with a physical purchase) Read part 1 | Read part 2 He turned away from the hall and ran back toward the elevators. As he did, the screaming finally stopped. The vision of the dead, forgotten child, seared into his retinas, burned into his memory forever, suddenly waned and began to disappear. By the time he reached the lift, the images had nearly evaporated, becoming a dream after waking, or a half-memory of a blurry photograph. He…

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Voices of the Void, part 2

You can get the ebook for Voices of the Void right now on Amazon – free with kindle unlimited – or get the paperback (ebook always free with a physical purchase) Read part 1 When he reached the elevators, he noticed the doorway to the dormitory overflows was open. The lights were shining brightly all the way down a long, straight hallway. He could only see the first few doors, and they were all shut. Andrew looked back at the slick steel doors of the closest elevator. A glowing panel above indicated that the car was paused on the sixth…

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Voices of the Void, part 1

You can click here to pre-order the full ebook of Voices of the Void, which releases on July 23, or buy the paperback now. Andrew walked down the gallery, watching the slowly bobbing reflection on the waxed floor from the bright artificial windows to his left. Looking out as he entered the wide, clean foyer, it was hard to believe he had just stepped through a grit-caked airlock that opened into darkness. Comfortable furniture lined the walls in bright colors, upholstered in a synthetic material made to look like weaved cotton. The rubber-soled boots of his EV suit even squeaked…

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The Bright Children: Chapter 6-1 “Dark Paths”

A scraping, at a rhythmic cadence. Sparks, burning red-purple streaks into open eyes. A pause, and then a light, unfamiliar and chaotic. A groan. “Ah, you’ve come to. Good.” The pale outline of Frey’s face turned toward Aphella, lines looking strangely deep in the pale, orange light. “I feel I must apologize. I had little time to weave that spell, and so could not exclude you. I hope you will be able to forgive me.” Aphella rolled onto her side and pushed herself up, a tingling marking a sudden return of feeling to her extremities. She looked around, and saw…

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The Bright Children, Chapter 5-6 “Thief”

Zyteus opened his mouth to speak, but before he could form any words an expression flashed over his face. It was but a moment, but in it was a wry, almost sardonic smile. Zyteus closed his mouth and gave the room a loud, exasperated sigh. He looked harshly at Aphella, then nodded slightly. “So be it. We shall listen, and discard at our discretion.” Silence filled the room as Aphella met Zyteus’s gaze, then looked to the other elders, settling on stone-faced Sabon. She took breathed a warm light onto her now cold hands, then recounted what she had seen…

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The Bright Children, Chapter 5-2, “Thief”

“No need to explain,” Shaenyll said, stepping out of the shadows. Frey seemed to give a start and an audible gasp, but Aphella thought in the front of her mind that his surprise seemed feigned; something about the man’s glance made her believe that he had seen both of them through the illusion without difficulty. “Lovely Shaenyll,” Frey said, and bowed, his voice stammering quavering. “I… don’t know how you arrived… but I of course must explain. You see-” “I was watching the entire time from behind a layer of confusion, as was Aphella,” Shaenyll said. Aphella felt the spell…

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The Bright Childrenn Chapter 5-1: Thief

Chapter 5: A Thief.   A pale red light in the spiral stairwell slowly grew, flickering as it approached. Aphella remained as still as a corpse. The clack of hard-soled boots on stone grew closer. She felt a bead of sweat burst on her forehead, then trickle down to the tip of her nose, where it itched angrily. She did not dare to wipe it off; the stairwell opened directly in front of her, and though she thought she trusted Shaenyll, the illusory weaving her teacher had supposedly put up could not be seen, and so trust failed and the…

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The Bright Children, Chapter 4-4, “Lessons”

Aphella lost her sense of space. Vertigo threatened to empty her stomach for her, and her true vision came roaring back. The room flickered into reality. Grey stone, colored vessels on bronze fittings, and the cool face of Shaenyll spun by, blurry and yet harsh in their clarity. She looked at stone that was familiar and yet strange. Shaenyll’s face filled her frame of sight. “Exhale. Breathe out, Aphella.” The teacher’s voice was soft, almost gentle, and yet there was an urgency behind it; a quaver that might have been anger or even fear. Aphella complied, and found herself unable…

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