Enoa could see almost nothing. But the wailing sirens, Orson’s muttering, and the gut-wrenching turns from the Aesir let her know in no uncertain terms that the sky chase was not going well. The same creaking noise echoed down from the ship’s roof. The sound had an uncomfortable fingernails-on-blackboard quality, and Enoa winced. “What is that?” She …
The hostess spoke to the Liberty Corps members, one a red armored spearman, the other a blue clad rifleman. She turned and gestured back toward the Mayhill Market. Enoa had seen enough. She turned to the water fountain, collected her staff and bags, and walked as fast as she dared to the Hauler Supply. “Pops …
The young people of Fort Mayhill were enjoying a lively snowball fight, cheering, chasing each other, and screaming, until they caught sight of the wayfarers wandering through their midst. The kids and young adults stopped and stared wordlessly at the visitors. “Hello.” Enoa smiled at the kids. They did not reply, although two smaller children …
“We’ll have to do a proper tour of everything, once we’re stocked up.” Orson set the Aesir on a gentle course into the west. “Like the washing machine does this weird thing where if you set it on delicate it just shuts off, and I’m pretty sure that’s some kinda fire hazard, but I don’t know enough …
The music from the Wintertide Festival’s Closing Ceremonies had already started before Enoa left the tarp-sealed remains of Treasures from the Clouds to the Sea. She held her aunt’s staff in her right hand. She wore a heavy cloak, embroidered with the symbols of old Nimauk but woven from modern techniques from layers of wool …
Enoa found the Aesir unlocked. The camper was parked in the VIP lot where it had been sitting since Orson drove it down from the rec center, the week before. Seen in full daylight, Enoa got a closer look at the bizarre vehicle. It had once been painted black, but most of the paint had been burned …
Orson took comfort in the idea that his forty-eight hour ordeal was nearly over. Despite his boasts, he wasn’t totally sure what he was about to attempt would work, but either way, he was almost done. Soon, he could rest or maybe get some pancakes. Yeah, pancakes first, then rest. Orson checked the power on …
Orson threw himself sideways. He used the boot to launch himself rightward, blasting away from the attack. Before he reached the ground, Orson found Tucker waiting for him, already standing exactly where Orson had been headed. The man moved at an astounding speed, like all the metal in the ground was propelling him forward, in …
Orson knew Tucker was leading him somewhere, somewhere away from the rec center. Whenever Orson aimed himself back toward the recreation complex, a metal blade would launch itself out of a park bench or the walls of the gym building. He’d gotten lucky so far. He’d dodged everything thrown at him, but unfortunately Tucker was …
Orson carried a lot of weapons. It was rare he ever completed an adventure or finished one of his odd jobs without claiming some ‘useful’ souvenir from the experience. He’d started this practice by accident. He’d added item after item to the assortment of oddments he carried. Not all of them were weapons, but many …
