
Intersected Sky
Ebsa was running late, and Demetri, tired of watching the bitter clouds of his breath, had just about given up on her. Like one might
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Ebsa was running late, and Demetri, tired of watching the bitter clouds of his breath, had just about given up on her. Like one might

The Sen had a curious saying in their musical language they fluted out using their tongue pipes. Ahsa an nira. The land knows you. As

Brush back the wolf hairs falling into her eyes, say her snout is beautiful and glistening, her teeth will rend and tear. Point out her

When the Piranha Belle docks in the port of Belém Immersa, private security is necessary to beat back the crowd. With three tiers of wraparound

On the seven hundredth Day of Founding, the Imperial Sun Palaces open their gates for a joyous celebration, broadcasted live to every corner of the

Market Hexagon is loud, even in the middle of the night. Behind the noise of commerce comes the staccato symphony of the City’s factories working

War came to my window in the form of a little red bird. Beak the colour of coagulated rust, feathers dipped in the fresh crimson

The abandoned submersible Blue Cube lies in the Eastern Pool of Challenger Deep, almost eleven kilometres below sea level. The seafloor is far from the

Nobody approved of Alexander Ivanovich Villuan’s idea to adopt that urchin. The renowned pianist caught her stealing from his carriage—all eyes, hollow face, no name,

You find the first verse of homeland encased in the abdomen of a fellow gym-goer. She is aggressively flirty as she pokes a finger through