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The first time I saw the angel, I’d been sitting on a fire escape for the past three hours, cursing the skies. It was late June, and there seemed to be no end in sight to the thunderstorms that had … Continue reading →

Thick clouds hung low over the city, purple-black giants whose roiling shapes attempted to swim past the clawed fingers of the up-reaching skyscrapers, but instead found themselves caught on those same spires, and were torn open. They bled down a … Continue reading →

We didn’t know what to do, at first, when we landed. The atmosphere was clean, breathable, and the light levels were warm and inviting. The gouge we’d carved through the landscape looked like a bloody wound in the moons’ light, … Continue reading →

We didn’t know what to do, at first, when we landed. The atmosphere was clean, breathable, and the light levels were warm and inviting. The gouge we’d carved through the landscape looked like a bloody wound in the moons’ light, … Continue reading →

In the final hours, an exodus began, the likes of which hadn’t been seen since the Red Age. Fear was indiscriminate; men and women and children gibbered and wept, while the winged seraphim who had descended into the fray howled, … Continue reading →