Voracity

Before Strix could greet Cossus, I pushed in front of him and said, “You lied to us.” She smiled with faux-benevolence. “I’m not sure what you mean.” Cossus sighed. “You never do.” I lowered myself onto the nearest chair and…

“This sewer is absurdly spacious.” Duncan poked a filthy wall with her weapon. Cossus nodded. “The undercity grew from the early sewers and catacombs, and was continually expanded upon even as the city was remodeled and refined. Most people never…

Pictor gave us a tour of the palace’s finest features, served stale dinner, and was in every way an accommodating host. He never addressed Maia or Felix, but did refer to them and ask me a few questions, which I…

When I saw Asellio’s manor house, I thought that was what nobility looked like. A shadow of the imperial palace, to be sure, but still impressive. Pictor’s estate disabused me of that notion. His mansion looked more like a cathedral,…

Brunch was served on dusty plates, and the food looked as old as it was. There was, however, a bottle of wine that had apparently survived the ages. A ghostly servant poured it into vintage glasses (I hastily shook the…

“Kaeso Asellio is a Marquis, which means he’s wealthier than the average citizen and gets invited to a great many parties, but holds little political sway. He only has half a dozen house guards in his employ, and the property…

We woke up in the early evening, as the sun slowly approached the horizon. We packed, discussed our plans, repacked, looked through all the books I’d brought for any last clues, and finally worked up the nerve to stop procrastinating…

I woke up in a cell. I felt numb, but it wasn’t the magical cold of the ghosts. This was familiar. I’d felt it a few days ago, when another ghost ruined my life. I was in shock. The cell…

I was having lunch with friends (Mal and Sam) when we saw the smoke. Mal was the charming one, a rail-thin femme with messy black hair and eyes that always sparkled with amusement. She was pale, one of the palest…

At night, the capital glowed just like the estate had, only a hundred times worse. Duncan whistled appreciatively. “I see what you meant, Gwyn. That is… a lot of ghosts. Too many. How are we going to get past them…