Watch Me Whip: A Countersink Scene

Luis. That kid was a real firecracker. He had a way of setting people on fire and not because of his flame throwing contraptions—he could never actually set fire to anyone with those. Maybe Ashby, but surely no one else. No, it was something internal that set people off.  Seventeen years old and already he’d... Continue Reading →

The Hanging City: A Necromantic Scene

“What are you sneezing for?” Cyril sniffed but his nose was too stuffed up for it to do any good. “I’m sick,” he said, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “Can’t you tell?” “No, don’t do that.” Innu grabbed his arm but it was too late. “Now you have sick all over your arm and... Continue Reading →

No More Louis: A Countersink Scene

Louis wouldn’t have remembered where the Alana mansion was, except he had been invited there once, and it had made quite an impression. For one thing, it was out of the city, in the mountains, in the closest thing Rocheford had to green hills. Driving up, the house was invisible behind an uncommonly thick patch of spruce,... Continue Reading →

The Rage: A Necromantic Scene

A spark of light and heat. It took a full 20 seconds for Cyril to process that the light and heat had come from his own fingers. His fingers were in flames. In a panic Cyril patted them against his clothes. At first, Cyril was afraid they wouldn’t extinguish, but they did, eventually. The shelf... Continue Reading →

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