Kly Zoon had spent countless hours in the pit, digging for ancient earth artifacts. He’d done this in hundreds of thousands of holes on the dead planet–battling sandstorms, tornadoes, and the only thing really left alive: Scrapeaters. No, that isn’t
Five and a half years before the events of The Living God… Seven Healers and two weeks. That’s what it took to mend a charred body, one that was beyond human form. Each Healer worked interchangeably to manage the
Based off a dream…. I really had nowhere to go once I’d called the Infected’s attention away from the child. It tripped over the curb and fell on me, biting into my abdomen through the t-shirt I wore. Dull rounded
Winifred Porter watched as the shuttle docked with the space station hovering just above Earth. The gleaming metal reflected the pale blue atmosphere waiting below. “Home sweet home,” grumbled Craigen Streep, better known by the Order as Axe.
Just a small nugget from the novel I’ve been working on. This is from a middle chapter. People always say the middle is the hardest, but the ending is the hardest to me. Dark shadows hung in the corners