A darkly romantic story of magic, love, and suffering
No evil sorceress is born evil
Iskra wants magic and a home, but her magic keeps killing the people she loves. Just when happiness is finally with in her grasp, another wizard intervenes. Now, she needs to choose: rebuild her life again, or channel her destructive power into bloody revenge.
We danced in the darkness, my mother and I, stepping lightly from note to note. If we sometimes missed our footing, we caught each other before we fell. We could have turned on the lights, I suppose. The portable reactor on the lower level would last longer than either of …
Where do you go when the going gets painful? And how do you get back?
Between a rock and some very sharp objects – you’ve been captured by the Alliance, you’re mostly paralyzed, and there are some nasty tools hanging on the wall. What’s a simple signals analyst to do? And where’s your tough soldier brother when you need him?
This is a 6,300 word SHORT STORY.
WARNING:This is a graphic, literally visceral story about torture (albeit somewhat lighthearted). Definitely not suitable for children.
The bed was too short. Or, as my brother Archie would have said, I was too long. Archie was always ready with a joke. It seemed incongruous in a soldier built like a tank, but the members of his elite battalion said it took the stress away, helped them concentrate …