Excerpt from Indigent
The engine of a stolen car looking like a grin expelling flames and fumes from its grillwork, the spires of
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The engine of a stolen car looking like a grin expelling flames and fumes from its grillwork, the spires of
Benny struck me as an intrepid engineer of Thanatos; never once wavering in the line of fire; always inviting an
It was the nameless pilot and his intrepid navigator who took the brunt of the burn. The aircraft had spun
Prologue Years ago, when the Earth lie unravaged, before the grim auguries spouted by Delphic
2037, Lujiazui, Financial District of Shanghai, People’s Republic of China The moon seemed a wonderous orb that
The Exilarch I sat hunched over at my kitchen table, staring at an empty bowl of black bean soup,