The Night Before the Gala
Ryan felt the cold breeze behind him as Death appeared in his office. He turned and bowed to her.
She removed her hood and gave him a tired smile. ‘You’ve been trying to get my attention, Ryan, but there’s no body at your feet, this may be a first.’
Stef looked up to Death, and gave a nervous smile.
Ryan was on his feet in a second, and bowing to Death. ‘My lady.’
She quickly followed suit, disappearing the Coke with a thought. Death smiled at them both, then her expression went serious. ‘Sit, please,’ she said, ‘and listen.’
They sat, and Death moved to the centre of the room. ‘What you’ve been told is true, but incomplete. They have two phoenix chicks.’
‘The eggs hatched?’ Ryan asked. Continue reading “15 – Ashes, Gold and Soot”
The rest of the family, and a special visitor, meet the baby. Continue reading “Bonus: Lone Hippy and Cub (Part Two)”
There was the sound of a shot, and Ryan slumped against the door frame, eyes to the ground. Everything was over now – all chances, all choices, all of the tiny fantasies.
Taylor, rough as always, pushed past him. ‘About time,’ he growled. ‘They’re always slow.’ Continue reading “54 – The Moment Before”
Not like this-
Stef screamed as her dungeon finished falling apart – when the last piece disappeared from beneath her feet, she fell into the darkness with it.
Not like this-
It felt like falling, but there was no wind ripping against her face. No change in pressure making her ears pop. Nothing except the sensation of falling, and the utter blackness crushing against her. Continue reading “36 – The Grand Adventure”
Ryan felt himself rolled onto his back and his shirt torn open. Rough hands touched the seeping wound, making him wince, and a viscous liquid was poured over it The liquid brought instant relief, though he could still feel the large chunk of flesh missing.
‘Sir, are you conscious?’ Continue reading “20 – Shades of Red”
‘It’s been a week,’ Ryan said to the corpse as he opened the window. The curtains billowed and the light flooded the room, illuminating his pale recruit. ‘I thought you’d be-’ he stopped himself and sighed – there was no use in talking to her. It wasn’t a coma that could be broken by traditional means, and if the beacon lit by the heart couldn’t pull her back from wherever she had gone, then neither could a few simple words. He sat in the new chair at her desk – the desk that had practically replaced his own – it was his new office, it was one place Emma was sure not to look. Continue reading “17 – New Old Moments”
Ryan stood staring at his recruit for a few moments, hoping that – despite the bloody wound in her chest – that she would simply look up, smile, and demand a cookie.
There was no moment in her body, nor was their any life in her veins – as his one hundred and thirty-seventh scan revealed. No pulse. No heartbeat, well, there couldn’t be – there was no heart left to beat. No air in her lungs.
She was dead. Continue reading “01 – Mirrorheart”
Astrin lay on the floor, one hand gripped on his stomach, every inch of his body in pain.
Natenal, I’m sorry. Forgive me, please…
He couldn’t open his eyes, but the voice sounded human enough – and any human would either run or try and put him out of his misery.
‘You’re the starchild, aren’t you?’ Continue reading “45 – Baby Love Child”
Stef skidded to a halt when Ryan spun and, for what seemed to be the millionth time, aimed his gun at her, but with the image of her dead triplet still burnt into his mind, the tiny piece of metal didn’t seem to be so scary. She threw her hands up in the air. ‘It’s me, it’s me.’
‘Jones should have shifted you back by now.’ Continue reading “42 – Focus”