Michelle John, Author

4: Somebody’s Watching Me The moth-marked fairy was still standing atop the woodpile Eagle had stowed his pack behind, shedding a faint green glow that made the shadows around him shift and dance as he moved. He must have imagined the fairy’s small shoulders dipping with relief as it spotted him. The fairy fluttered into the air before landing back on Eagle’s shoulder. It stroked the side of his…

3: Ave Pialondre Gavriel wept openly as Silas allowed the black-clad Matil soldiers to clap him in irons, but the Eyrie’s defeated king kept his chin up and his eyes dry. He was not frightened until they fitted his wrist with a bracelet made of holy silver and enchanted obsidian. The effect was nearly instant: the brightness he was accustomed to feeling in his soul, the shine that reminded him…

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2: Desperado Eagle lay on a mahogany table in a very fancy library with one knee tented up and the sole of his boot flat on the tabletop. The knife he’d spun into the air plunged back toward his face. He caught it, then flipped it up again. It climbed, then spun once in the air before lancing point-down. He caught it again, then swung it back up into the air.  Even the fairies–pixies, it had…

1: Hallelujah The Matil’s warships hung in formation above the cliffs, their stark white hulls aglow with artificial light. From their bellies poured squadrons of drones, sleek and merciless, swarming over the diamond sands at the mouth of the river toward the castle at the delta’s bank. The air vibrated with the low hum of their engines and the sharp, electric whine of charging weapons. Silas…

Like everything else in the White Palace, the shower was a lot.  It was big, for one thing, probably big enough for a family, and the jets came from everywhere. Water misted from the ceiling and the walls along with the harder spray from the shower head, hot enough that when Eagle cranked it up his travel-grimed skin felt like it was melting off under a lava floe. Everything here was white…

The car jolted to a stop on the cobblestones in front of the White Palace. For a long second, no one moved, no one looked at each other. Beri wasn’t sure what they were waiting for. He heard a car door open and close. Daylight and the smell of the ocean sliced into the car. Beri didn’t bother to pick up the money still scattered across the floor. If Misslo wanted to be an ass, he could pick it up…

There was blood all over her high-tops, which she wouldn’t give the dignity of being real Chuck Taylors anyway, even with a Converse symbol, so whatever. Katie made them fly, eating the distance back to her room. She only slowed down when Fox scuffled up behind her in the wide white hallway, limping a little bit from whatever shit Cnut did to him. “Jatus said I had to go to my room! You heard…

Eagle sat alone in the back of a long black car, wishing there was a seat in front of him. Then there’d be something to kick. Everything except the car itself was midnight blue and silver, from the carpets to the minibar, which held only juice and sodas. He’d checked three times hoping for something alcoholic—he could use a fucking drink—but after Dakin he could guess why Beri wouldn’t have it.…

Ensign Jatus leaned over her tablet, forehead in her hand, tapping and swiping endlessly with the other. Her forked tongue throbbed against her teeth. The Resort’s work never ended, at least not since she’d gone around Commander Frixm to the Captain and he’d decided to punish her with busy work. She had never been so bored. She let her mind travel back to the day she’d met Moblay, so fine and…

Her Eminence Le Grande Lenatine was the ruler of her own country despite her age and the fact that she was a nun. She was from a theocracy, she’d told Katie, chosen as the next ruler by prophecy when she was two years old. They took her away from her family and raised her inside a temple. When Katie expressed that she thought this was sad, to be taken away so young and given so much…

Fox was going absolutely wild. At any moment he was ready to dash through the halls of the resort, screaming bloody murder and hammering at every forcefield he saw. How he forbore was anyone’s guess.  Likely it was down to Princess Katie MacGregor, who had been with him since the beginning. Now that the iron bracelet wasn’t a consideration, she had apparently decided she would turn her energy…

Katie wandered among waving, randomly tubular structures big enough that the water looked blue. They joined close overhead in swirls like the skeleton of a sponge. Fox’s face, turned up to eye the fish and sea creatures swimming overhead, was only inches from the glasslike material. When he glanced back down, it was to compare a tiny sea monster with the electronic touchscreen of the guide one of…

The moment Eagle vaulted over a turnstile at the bus station in Avalon, whistling a slightly off-key Habanera, Beri understood he should’ve known better than to bring him home, but it was already too late. Besides, he’d ignored every other sign, so what was one more? He gathered the cloak (meant for someone, it must be noted, much shorter than he was) closer to his throat and hoped madly not to…

Katie stood in her white room, staring out the windows into the spangled blackness of space. The windows weren’t windows. They were some impermeable, unbreakable, invisible substance she’d never encountered before. She’d tried to touch it at first, but an electric shock jolted up her arm, a cold knifing that made her elbow jerk. The substance shimmered then, pearlescent against the dark. Now, she…

They hit the bus depot at ten o’clock sharp the next morning. Beri tried not to show it, but his gray eyes were full of the people and the buses and even the trash cans. They were cute here, Eagle would give them that, jumping around on four legs with their huge tongues flapping—exactly like a dog, but less fuzzy. They stopped at Eagle’s locker in the sunlit main hall, everyone rushing to and fro…

Why hadn’t Eagle warned him about this creature? Beri sang through his teeth. Rain lashed around him as he tried to think. Eagle had said not to kill the monster, but Beri didn’t see any other option right now, in the dark and the rain. How was he supposed to stop something so big without killing it, without knowing the first thing about its physiology? But there was a chance, a space. He worked…