Volume 6: the Jacker Revolution in Branch 12, 384-412 PST Preface As mentioned in my previous volumes, […]
Something moves in the black. Shimmers. Squirms. I’m used to the darkness, so the movement is startling […]
My eyes are drawn to the brief flickers of flame, well-masked by a tremendous amount of smoke. […]
The sand is mesmerizing. The way it moves, drifts — hovers, almost — over the surface of […]