Izel and the Captain – scene
The hold of the Requiem was Dusanâs sanctuary of order and decay. Here, the chaos of the biomass was harnessed, the jagged shards of corrupted Spectrocite humming with a malevolent,…
The hold of the Requiem was Dusanâs sanctuary of order and decay. Here, the chaos of the biomass was harnessed, the jagged shards of corrupted Spectrocite humming with a malevolent,…
The âfresher on the Angelâs Breath was a closet with a drain, a utilitarian space of chrome and worn seals. Steam, thick and fragrant with the scent of shipâs soap,…
The airshipâs galley was a cramped, steaming sanctuary, a pocket of warmth against the high-altitude chill that seeped through the hull. Sarka stood at the small stove, her movements economical…
The air in the port of Gideonâs Drift was thick with the smell of fried dough, ozone, and too many bodies crammed into too little space. It was a chaotic,…
The door to his private chambers slid open with a pneumatic hiss, the sound grating on Dusanâs already frayed nerves. The bridge had been a symphony of minor crisesâa failing…
The Hidden Blossom was a warm, humming cocoon of sound and light, but Lena felt like a stone at the bottom of a fast-moving river. The crewâs laughter and easy…
The Angelâs Breath sighed as she leveled out, the high-pitched whine of her engines settling into a low, contented hum. They had escaped. Below, the world was a breathtaking panorama…
The air in the inner sanctum was thick, heavy, and sweet. It smelled of damp earth, cloying incense, and something else⌠something metallic and organic, like blood and honey. The…
Chapter 1 â The Lady Bucket and the Mail Boat The island of Kirâi always seemed to hum when the mail boat came in.From the volcanic ridges that rose like…
The deal was done. The signed contract, promising them a ship worthy of their ambitions, lay on the table between them. The air in their cramped rented room crackled with…