Morium walked along the corridor with her shaking hands tucked into the sleeves of her robe, hiding them from the occasional Crew. She focused on the deck as she walked, ignoring the naked hostility in the glances of some, and the careless disdain from others. Thankfully, the late hour assured that most were either asleep [...]
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Valen wanted to reach out and choke the life out of those around him. He shuffled along, keeping his place in the line that snaked through the cramped corridor. Up ahead, he could see the checkpoint where the Crew worked, screening the healthy from the sick and deciding who would get work assignments today. A [...]
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This smoke didn’t hang in the air. It filled the room from the bottom, layer piling upon layer, compressing it well beyond the normal density of carcinogenic poison. This smoke had purpose. It sloshed in the wake of the waitress, sending up eddies and ripples that reminded me more of a storm-chopped lake on a [...]
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I’ve finally had some time to begin posting my fiction here to the blog. It can all be found organized here. Unfortunately, as I post new sections, I can’t seem to surpress it from appearing here on the main page. Please use the writing page link to navigate the text rather than trying to follow [...]
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The bomb exploded, tearing into the fabric of Reality. The Fromm Barrier weakened under the assault, allowing the Immaterium to bleed into the real world. The silver walls of the test chambered turned white with frosty rime. A vortex of shadow congealed, opening a portal to the other side of reality. Bishop Logan flinched as [...]
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Why did it always have to be a seedy motel? In this case, an abandoned motel, but had it been occupied, I’m sure it would have attracted the standard, sub-standard collection of human debris that seemed to flock to decrepit buildings the way insects came running to a two day old corpse. I glanced around [...]
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The foresail rippled as it snapped from port to starboard under the steady wind. Masts and booms creaked as the load distribution changed, sending the Out Of Body Experience another point into the wind. Its twin masts groaned under the thrust. The ship now cut a sharper angle into the steady line of waves, sending [...]
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Men like me were trained to deal with those who bargained against their own humanity. The universe was a vast place, filled with a surprising number of men quite willing to embrace abomination for the sake of their twisted goals. While training would prepare you to respond, it was no guarantor of survival. But survival [...]
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The path of damnation is seductive at times. It whispers promise and potential, luring the traveler with sweet murmurs of glory. Other times, the path is disguised in the trappings of duty. These thoughts were far from my mind on the day I killed Rolm. The recognition of my particular path would not have stayed [...]
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Section 2 Keamanan examined the gun while his team bundled the assassins into canvas sacks. He pried the flint out of the cradle and rubbed it between his fingers. The outer layer flaked away, leaving a fine smudge on his fingertips. He shook his head and smiled. They still weren’t getting it right down below. [...]
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The stately ship is seen no more, The fragile skiff attains the shore; And while the great and wise decay, And all their trophies pass away, Some sudden thought, some careless rhyme, Still floats above the wrecks of Time. William Edward Hartpole Lecky (1838-1903) Section 1 “Why do you hate us?” Keamanan watched the battered [...]
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The rats celebrate the carnage. I rest for a moment, with my back pressed against the rough plaster wall, watching the rats as they chew on the blasted remains of the man who died here last night. He was Russian, so I leave the rats to their feast. Before long, it will be my turn, [...]
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