Tatter: Chapter Two

Previous chapter Tyser Lanning watched the transporters speed down the CAV-way through a procession of camera feeds. A pop-up on the screen. Anomalous speeds detected. He adjusted his headset and zoomed in to the still-frames of the speeding vehicle. A standard issue lev-han transporter. Synnefo manufacture. He bent to the screen, typing notes out upon… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter Two

Tatter: Chapter One

The woman's body collided with metal. Something snapped. Ryard Vancing hit the emergency break. The vehicle keened like a wild beast against the somber, windswept concrete of the vast thoroughfare. Ryard's breath caught in his throat. Mind racing. He looked at the cracked windshield and then through it to the woman who lay immobile on… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter One

The Dauntless Rook (§.16)

Continued from §.15   When Sprill realized his tenants were either sleeping, hiding, or vacant, he gave a soft grunt of irritation, produced a keyring and turned the lock. Adair followed the landlord and moved through the small, sparse room to the window and peered out into the cluttered lane below, spying only a grim,… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.16)

The Dauntless Rook (§.14)

Continued from §.13. Serlo Wealdmaer exited the cabaret to behold an angwissous man in a corvine coat, running full-tilt across the cobblestones of the main thorough. The sprinter shouted for aid as he sped, arms flailing like a beached and barmy cephalopod. Something about the manic figure seemed familiar to Serlo. He narrowed his gaze… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.14)

Elevens (2001)

(Excerpt from the novel Fiona’s Guardians by Dan Klefstad)   “You count the money. I’ll count the blood.” Daniel pushes the open case of dollars toward Jesús who in turn opens a large cooler releasing a cloud of mist. The cooler is tied to a dolly. Daniel’s gloves lift blocks of dry ice, revealing pint bags labeled O negative, A negative, A positive, B positive, etc. All… Continue reading Elevens (2001)

The Dauntless Rook (§.13)

Continued from §.12. Volfsige could not believe his eyes, for standing before him, in the litter-strewn alley that let out to the smokestacked north, was, against all reason, Oeric Adair, who only minutes prior, had stood in the market square, surrounded by gambesoned mercenaries. Adair had exchanged the stately clothes and short-brimmed cap for the… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.13)

The Dauntless Rook (§.12)

Continued from §.11. Serlo poured himself a tumbler of scotch as his father ambled into the drawing room of Wealdmar Estate, mahogany cane clacking violently off the decorative and newly-swept marble floor. "How is our dear Cerelia?" Grædig Wealdmaer inquired with scant concealed venom, taking a seat upon the leather armchair opposite his son, who… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.12)