Ethan smiled as he watched how happy the boys were to see Rothan. They tussled and played and laughed, and they made him smile, too. Kierah had brought the boy again. His brother. He hadn’t told Rothan about that yet, … Continue reading Chapter 27: The beginning
“…each moment with her is like — like it’s made of glass, this beautiful, fragile thing that I get to hold in my hand, but one wrong move and it’ll shatter.” Continue reading Chapter 26: “One wrong move and it’ll shatter”
“We can’t control how much time we have. But we can control what we do with the time while we have it.” Continue reading Chapter 25: Ari’s advice
Kierah walked by the kitchens as often as she could inconspicuously manage, to sneak a glance at Rothan. Sometimes, he’d be nowhere in sight. Other times, she’d see him, and they’d share a quick wave. She wasn’t entirely forbidden from … Continue reading Chapter 24: An unexpected invitation
“I think you should do it,” Kierah approached Zera. They were eating together during lunch, and Kierah took another swig of her coffee. She’d been feeling more and more sluggish lately, and was hoping the caffeine would kick in before … Continue reading Chapter 23: “Do you think she cares for him? My Ender, for your slave.”
What do you turn to when the world turns upside down? For me, weirdly enough, it isn’t art. Don’t get me wrong, art is the air I breathe — But when life feels out of control (lately more than usual), … Continue reading In uncertain times — write?
He was going to go in there. He was going to fight. And he was going to kill someone, or die. Continue reading Chapter 22: A fighter and a slave
The trouble with getting into the barracks originally had been, she’d had to figure out what Danan and Tate’s schedule was. But now that they’d agreed to protect her, she’d figured out when they’d be on shift, and those were … Continue reading Chapter 20: Torn away
[Eight years ago] Ethan heard the boy’s sobbing from down the tunnel. Swinging the pick back and digging it into the rock wall, he tried to drown it out. He didn’t know who it was or why he was crying, … Continue reading Chapter 16: Eight years ago
What did it matter what she looked like? What did it matter that she’d brought them food and saved their lives? She was an intruder and she couldn’t be trusted, end of story.
He wasn’t the trusting type — that had been beaten out of him years ago. He knew better. Continue reading Chapter 15: Not the trusting type, and yet …