Burning the Devil
It was a long walk into the fens. The pull of the cart didn’t make the journey any easier; the weight shifted whenever the wheels hit shell craters or caught in…
It was a long walk into the fens. The pull of the cart didn’t make the journey any easier; the weight shifted whenever the wheels hit shell craters or caught in…
The klaxon’s call rises through the factory like the bellowing of an enraged giant, summoning the teaming millions who cling to life among the Rez-stacks to their labours. My eyes…
'Everyone can see it.... the... the... inequality.' The words sputtered out of Evara’s mouth into the upturned face of the clergyman, as he hung from a meat hook speared through his shin.