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Patina – Chapter 24
The Hunter groaned. This eye was killing him, and he was lucky this was a figure of speech yet. Yet. The crimson string pulsated with vivid force now. He was getting closer. Pulling on the reins to steer his sled, he passed by a couple of catoblepi that did not seem fazed at all by…
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Patina – Chapter 23
The glider approached the ground, falling in a lazy circle. Unlike the last time, it did not fly over a celebrating crowd. There were still screams, though. “What’s this pathetic mess?” Verna shook her head, looking down through the chamber’s window at the surrounded soldiers, a few dozen people massed together behind a curtain a…
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Patina – Chapter 22
Things had changed for Sadja, and not for the better. She followed the daughter, brother and father as they walked through the tick trees, their boots creaking over hardened sap and glistening resin. Sadja sniffed the air and she did not like what she found: the usual scent of too-ripe peaches mixed with the metallic…
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Patina – Chapter 21
Elissa smiled, giving back to Bernard his water-filled cup. The man bowed until his hair brushed against the edge of the pool. “Thank you so much, o Augur.” “It’s just my duty,” she graciously replied. He picked up the recipient, still fuming with scalding water. “If I can speak my mind,” he said as he…
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Patina – Chapter 20
The Hunter looked ahead from the treetops. Not the most comfortable place – but a necessary evil, especially after the Fae’s warning a few days before. He was running out of time, and he needed to find his quarry as soon as he could. With his gloved hand he scraped off some of the Old…
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Patina – Chapter 19
Cloria’s mind wandered. She sat atop their tank, trying to get as much comfort as she could from the cool iron, the echoes of hard work etched in every bolt result of mankind’s crusade against the dark. Some of the chassis, the engine and the boiling pistons keeping the burning beats’s heart alive still bore…
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Patina – Chapter 18
In truth, Sadja did not really know what to think. As far as she could remember, her world had been one of off-white walls, iron bars, blinding lights and needles. Now that it seemed this moth-people family did not want to have anything to do with what ran through her veins, it came a surprising…
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Patina – Chapter 17
Were she awake, Elissa could have pushed against the veil and sent her gaze into the many possible paths, the facets of things that would be, things that were, and the thin line between them, always so fuzzy. She would have lifted her inner eyes high, higher than the treetops of the shifting towers of…
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Patina – Chapter 16
The Hunter lowered his body in the freezing current. It was a sorrowful day a curtain of needle-thin rain scratching against his skin, turning the world into a drab corridor of mists and far-off dark shapes. The river was not any kinder. He let out a displeased hiss as he walked forward, submerging everything up…
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Patina – Chapter 15
Alright, he was getting old. He aimed the rifle’s tip at the space between two large trees. There, half-hidden by the foliage and branches, something large and looming approached. It was dark, seeping some sort of liquid that kissed the ground in large dollops of tar-like drops. “Haaaaalp!” It shouted, its voice vibrating with a…
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