Vincent wasn’t sure how much time had passed. It must have only been a few minutes, but every second felt too long. The room was dark and smelled of rotting wood, dust, and the feint musk of mildew, and the cord around his wrists didn’t help the sensation that his skin was crawling. He strained … Continue reading Year 351, Rotation 3: Little Birdie, Part 2 →

On New Year’s morning, Vincent woke up just long enough to realize he’d somehow, against the odds, made it back home, swallow more aspirin than was medically advisable, and go back to bed. When he woke up again that afternoon, he’d slept through most of his hangover, and was ready to start his and Shelby’s … Continue reading Year 351 A.E., Rotation 1: Little Birdie, Part 1 →

Sibri popped a confetti bomb toward Vincent as they danced past, and Vincent picked the streamers out of his hair, trying to keep the annoyance off his face. It was hard to shake the events of the past few days, and all the people having frivolous fun around him only reminded him how screwed he … Continue reading Year 350 A.E., Rotation 350: Mother Knows Best →