Tag: Mastra Verna
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Patina – Chapter 30
Verna’s body played with a remnant of an ancient motor, while her mind was split in three. On the present moment, she was sitting in her quarters in Venexia, looking out of the richly-decorated window onto the city, its red roofs and paved squares hidden by the swift clouds of steam and vaporized holy water.…
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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 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 9
Cloria enjoyed being a Venatrix. She liked the looks, the whispers. People stared at her equipment, from her polished knives to her guns, her precious rifle, the tetraceramid plates peeking from beneath her clothes, everything that identified her as one of those people keeping the darkness back. What she did not like was what followed…
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Patina – Chapter 6
The girl ran. Which was barely enough. Brambles and branches rose to scratch her face, to bite her naked ankles. She breathed in panicked spurts. Something slick and warm ran down her forehead. Might have been blood. She did not care. The girl ran. It had to be enough. Far-off voices ran after her. Indistinct,…
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Patina – Chapter 2
Thank the spirits, the inside of Verna’s cabin was warm. The heat did not come from a fire or an oven, it seemed to spread from the leaden pipes running all over the floor, a boon for his cold feet. While the shipmates took care of his clothes he’d been given a cotton vest and…
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