Written in part to prompts from Wyste and Lilfluff, clearly not finished.
“And when you turn twenty,” Thomas whispered, “the Testers come and they take you away. And if you’re very very lucky, they take you to a good place, and if you’re not, they take you to a bad place.”
The younger children shivered. Kelly was supposed to be watching them tonight, but she was letting Thomas tell his stories, even if they weren’t at all helpful.
She’d be twenty tomorrow. She remembered when they’d taken Aaron. And before Aaron, Jennifer, and before Jennifer, Keisha and Min and Lad and Petyr Continue reading →
Written sort of adjacent to Inspector Caracal’s prompt.
This is set in a earlier era of Reiassan than Rin/Girey and definitely earlier than Edally, although really we see almost no markings of era in the story.
They had been walking for four days.
At first, Gianci had preferred the walking. It had to be better than sitting in a prison tent waiting to die. It had to be better than being dirty and sweaty, fighting on the front lines because he’d pissed off the wrong person in High Command. It had to be better than dying with a Callenni spear through his gut, the way he’d watched Tierri die, the way he’d thought he was going down when that tiny dark soldier had hit him with something in the gut. Continue reading →