It was the day before New Year’s, the beginning of the one long weekend a year in the Perfectorate, and Vincent was parked in his mother’s garage. Normally he would have found an excuse to skirt his family’s invitation to dinner in favor of a busy club with loud music and good drink specials, but … Continue reading Year 350: Rotation 349: Puzzle Pieces →

"You've hardly said anything all night." Nim squeezed Vincent's fingers. They were on their way to their respective homes from a meeting of the downtrodden, his hand in Nim's, Nim's other hand in Sibri's. The streetlights cast a golden sheen across the ruddy bricks paving the streets of this island, making it feel like the … Continue reading Year 350 A.E., Rotation 340: A Good Run →