UNKNOWN The world spun in and out of focus. In between the brilliant flashes of light and sound, darkness filled his mind. There was nothing in those dark and empty moments, absolutely nothing. When he surfaced from the depths, everything around him was unfamiliar and chaotic. A fountain flowed red. People ran screaming. Yet he […]Read more "Chapter 17: Waking Up to Forgotten Memories"
MICA Mica was bored. The Empty Places were aptly named. She walked ahead through yet another a dry and ancient wood. Most of the trees had lost their leaves, but evergreens scented the wood like home. They had been walking for two days, and she was hungry, tired, and eager to get to the mountains. […]Read more "Chapter 16: The Professor with the Knife"
How could you be expected to paint a portrait when her face keeps changing? And her face was definitely different since last you saw her. Something about her nose was sharper, and the slant of her eyes was different—it changed the entire landscape of her cheekbones and the contours of her eyelids. She was even […]Read more "The Artist"
MICA They continued west. Aaron pushed them on all day. With each aching step away from West Six, Mica felt sadness and shame peeking out from behind the trees like a mother and child with their pale white eyes, always just out of sight. Yet a tiny spark of relief flickered against all her grief. […]Read more "Chapter 15: Stealing from the Dead"