A plate of fresh fruit lay on the couch beside her as she sat staring out the window. A half-finished strawberry. A peeled orange, uneaten—just peeled and discarded. She slouched, her arms folded across her chest, her long dark braid coiled next to her like a snake. She stared out the window at the smoke […]Read more "The Guard"
BEN Ben didn’t have much to pack. A few books he’d grab from the box out back right before they left, his winter coat, some food. That was all he needed and all he could carry. With his leg aching from his run through the woods, he tried to rest up in the few hours […]Read more "Chapter 12: Breakfast with Watchers"
BEN “Mica!” Ben said, his voice rasping in the cold. She stared. “What are you doing here?” she asked through chattering teeth. “This whole time, it was you?” “What? No, I was just—” “Don’t even try,” Ben interrupted, cutting her off. He shook a dripping fist at her. “You’re the one who’s been… shit. That […]Read more "Chapter 11: All Prophets Die, Don’t They?"