SquireQuest 6-7

Previous Since its previous archival on this site, two more parts of SquireQuest were written, though only one was shared publicly. This post serves to make both parts available in the same place as those previously shared, as well as to formalize the indefinite hiatus experienced by the series until further notice. Links are to …

Chankonabe

Tom gazed down along the shafts of sunlight in the water, judging the lengths of them, and wondered how cold the water was. Cold enough, he decided, that to shove his brother out of the canoe would garner more of a scolding than it was worth. What’s more, thirty-year-olds of the type he intended on …

A Return to Your Regularly Expressed Programming

P490 wheeled to a stop. A click of his watch disconnected his shoes from the coverskate halfway through his hop up off from it. As his soles hit the ground, the board landed in his hands. Before the door had even swung shut, his shucked outercoat hung on the entryway rack and the coverskate sat …

The Line Went Dead, as Usual

The beginnings of a flush coursed across the waitress’s cheeks, faint, steady. Her heartbeat was almost visible. Dirk blew against his bottom lip hard enough to push a dirt-blond streak of hair back under the brim of his tipped hat. “There’s a rack,” she said. She pointed, too, to the row of pins by the …

Herding Cations

They couldn’t pacify a population with nukes. That didn’t stop them from trying hard enough that they had to try again with the kind that flew only as far as the border. His kind, whatever kind that was once they were through with him, and once they’d scraped enough rubble away to figure out where …

Cut Uncommon Time

Veysim leaned backwards off the top bunk. With an undignified wriggle, he maneuvered his upper body to hang upside down, with his feet lodged under the opposite edge of the frame. A deep breath, to get it through to his pounding heart that he wasn’t going to fall, and then, slowly, he eased the paper-wrapped …

Tally V: THERE BUT FOR THE SILENT MAJORITY

Previous Kipper was thrown aside, pushed more than simply released, and any objection to that fact left him as he crashed against a bench, staining it. He cracked his head against its leg as he slumped to the floor, failing to catch himself with his bottom, badly wounded arm. When he reached up to the …

Tally IV: DEAD RECKONING

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Tally III: THE HERESIARCH

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Tally II: THE REVANCHIST

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