Yellow
The display flickered into life. Grainy helmet-cam footage filled the chamber. The screen split into multiple views. Asp disliked reviewing helmet footage. The screaming was rarely useful.
The Soul in Shadow
Inquisitor Kael Varro had always considered his instincts infallible.They had guided him through the Ordos’ labyrinth of lies, through the endless war of interpretation that was the Inquisition itself. He…
The Quiet Hours
Rasia’s hands were wrapped around the Hecutor stubgun in a vice grip. Blood pooled at the edge of the stairwell, darker where it touched the soot-glass tiles. Not hers. They’d…