Your Only Limit Is Your Soul

“Hmm... Machine kneecap, maybe?”

Seattle Day 1 [Abby] (Part 2)

Seattle Day 1 [Abby] (Part 1)

"You are a broken person who had ill intentions and wandered aimlessly into a path that you had no intention or no idea how to complete. And yet somehow along the way, you found a heart. You sound like all of us. Welcome to the Mighty Nein.”

     “Too many words,” said Gideon confidentially. “How about these: One flesh, one end, bitch.”      The Ninth House necromancer flushed nearly black. Gideon tilted her head up and caught her gaze: “Say it, loser.”      “One flesh - One end,” Harrow repeated fumblingly, and then could say no more.

     The fingers curled inward, just slightly, before straightening out again as though some inner resolve had stiffened. “This is not the time.”      Colum said: “I respected the child. At times I can’t stand the man, Si.”      Silas’s voice had sunk to a dead whisper: “You made an oath-”

     “I’ve felt heaps better since I got here,” Dulcie said defensively. “I’ve coughed a few times, but it’s mainly for show, isn’t it, Pro?”      “Do not mistake the thaw for the spring,       our bud is not yet certain.” quoth her cavalier.

     “Maybe the building’s shy.”      “That is just tough shit for the building. No; there’s a wrong thing here. There’s a trick. Remember my fourth circle exams?”      “I recall you said they were ‘being a pack of assholes.’”

     “Magnus, you’ve made your point,” but he uncharacteristically ignored her.       “D’you know, Abigail broke up with me when we were seventeen? I kept a ripped-up corner of her dance card for three years. It didn’t even have any writing on it, or her initials, or mine. Just a ripped-up corner of card.”