She was floating. Rose wasn’t a strong swimmer even before the chair. People always said that everyone floated, but she’d always found that where she floated was about four inches below where the air was, so this was never useful… Continue reading

Rose was walking back to the pen with a chicken under each arm. The little shits had gotten loose and of course Sage had insisted it be her job to retrieve them. She didn’t build the shitty pen. He was… Continue reading

The remaining dead and the cult didn’t make that an easy push. It was clear by now that Decima was already limping along, and Emrys was pushing Rose up the hill because her hands were numb from exertion already.  It… Continue reading

Of course, the thing about tides is … Rose unleashed a blast on a dead dwarf that was wrapped around Decima.  She’d had two on her, trying to wrap her up.  Rose’s third eye had just taken one dwarf leg… Continue reading

“If the dwarves could see this, they would never stop making war on this place,” said Decima in a whisper.  They’d moved further down the hill to get a better look and confirm what Rose had seen. The shuffling corpses… Continue reading

It turned out that on three hours of sleep and coming off two fights, one of which resulted in the righteous swollen bruise on her left knee, Rose had even less endurance than she had thought.  The paths would have… Continue reading

“What in the shitting gods was that thing?!”  Rose hadn’t felt as if she’d stalked since the chair, but she sure as hell stalked down. The wheels stalked, her arms stalked, her shoulder stalked and orange face mask backed up… Continue reading

She was okay, of course. It looked bad to Rose, but Decima said she’d fought through worse.  “It missed my lung.  Didn’t even tear the muscle much, really. I was very lucky.”  She’d told Rose that the shaking and wobbling… Continue reading