"Go."
Somewhere, Lysanna clawed at the shards of mirror, using the last of her strength to send the message. The words came to Tal'shen as needling pain, piercing her mind. "Forget them," her mother said. "Go now and do as I've created you to do!"
Tal'shen felt her mother die. It did not matter. There was no feeling of attachment; only the drive to carry out her purpose. Growing still, her monstrous form filled the room. She shot two massive tentacles upwards, rending a large hole in the ceiling. Outside, she blinked in the fog. London, that was the name of this city, wasn't it? A good a place as any to begin.
Inside, Maya coughe
"Paul? This is your name?"
He looked at Maya first, but no, the voice couldn't have come from her. This one was much deeper, a man's he thought. He craned his neck, looking to put a body to this disembodied speaker.
"Paul, listen to me. Do not respond to me, or they may take action against us. If they knew I was speaking to you, they would not hesitate to kill us both on the spot."
Paul held his breath. It couldn't be. Was the voice coming from inside his head?
The voice went on. "I understand your confusion but there isn't much time. These people, the ones who have captured us, they will not allow you to leave here. They
The Encounter at Elsie's by demonsweat, literature
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The Encounter at Elsie's
It's a rough hand at my shoulder and I'm being dragged, thrown really, out the front door.
Right away I recognize her pet. The cloth over his mouth moves, but the blast was too close and I shake my head, pointing to my ear. He understands. He grips my arm with a hand of ice, firm and clinical, doing his job as ordered; and drags me to the side of the establishment with an urgency that has little to do with my preservation. I can't hide my amusement at that fact, dire as our situation may be. Abruptly I am thrown, shoved too hard into the shadows and against the wall, my verte
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Waking up with a buxom brunette in your sheets can be a nice surprise, whether or not you remember what led you there.
For our heroine, it's just not going to be that simple.
When a sarcastic, foul-mouthed mercenary finds herself unable to recall who she is, where she is, or why she's in possession of the incredible prototype armor she finds at her bedside, she starts after the man responsible for drugging her and erasing her past. The problem? He's headed off on the last caravan towards the more industrialized and tech-induced cities of the north, escaping across the long and hostile expanse known as the Scar.
In search of help, she hea