The roof of Waters & Moore Fiduciary Exchange was a small wonder of unnoticed architecture. Each tile was made of thin-cut marble in a most flattering shade of faded green. The builder, a famed goblin crafter whose name was remarkably silly even by local standards, had used an enchanted chaos saw to transform massive blocks of the stone into finger-thick slices. Most importantly, each tile was slightly curved with a simple notch on the bottom. The roof was assembled with no mortar at all, . . .
Desmond Harriet took his place in 3rd Company’s front rank and pulled a sleeve across his sweat-soaked face. Not to be outdone, it seemed, the August sun was bearing down on Brooklyn with as much vigor as the British Army. Now, Continental forces deployed to meet this invasion of Long Island in the first major conflict after the signing of the Declaration of Independence.
With the new Army’s organization, the Rhode Island Regiment became the 9th Continental Regiment. It was assigned to . . .
Desmond Harriet took his place in 3rd Company’s front rank and pulled a sleeve across his sweat-soaked face. Not to be outdone, it seemed, the August sun was bearing down on Brooklyn with as much vigor as the British Army. Now, Continental forces deployed to meet this invasion of Long Island in the first major conflict after the signing of the Declaration of Independence.
With the new Army’s organization, the Rhode Island Regiment became the 9th Continental Regiment. It was assigned to . . .
"It's almost time!" yelled a little girl on the other side of the cube.
John started to blink his eyes open. He did not want to get up. This was the most comfortable he had been in years. He lay cuddling with his wife Sunita in their corner of the cube on the sleeping mat that they had received from SINDI three days ago. He groaned at the thought of getting up from the soft pad that seemed to hold him down to the ground. After years of sleeping on the flat floor the soft mat made him f. . .
"It's almost time!" yelled a little girl on the other side of the cube.
John started to blink his eyes open. He did not want to get up. This was the most comfortable he had been in years. He lay cuddling with his wife Sunita in their corner of the cube on the sleeping mat that they had received from SINDI three days ago. He groaned at the thought of getting up from the soft pad that seemed to hold him down to the ground. After years of sleeping on the flat floor the soft mat made him f. . .
There are moments in the history of people and planets when myth, legend, and inescapable destiny rule. Such times are bound by prophecy and, once begun, are impossible to halt—for the fates of all, unknowingly intertwined, move toward a numinous end that will not be denied.
It was on such a night that destiny stirred, once again, on the planet of Terra. Hanging in the starry sky like great watching eyes, Terra’s two moons shone with a silvery-blue light which radiated from deep within . . .
There are moments in the history of people and planets when myth, legend, and inescapable destiny rule. Such times are bound by prophecy and, once begun, are impossible to halt—for the fates of all, unknowingly intertwined, move toward a numinous end that will not be denied.
It was on such a night that destiny stirred, once again, on the planet of Terra. Hanging in the starry sky like great watching eyes, Terra’s two moons shone with a silvery-blue light which radiated from deep within . . .
REBIRTH. END CYCLE - 5638 A.D.
I looked around only to realize I had no eyes through which to look. I could “see,” but it wasn’t with any sense of sight. Waves of light didn’t travel through an ocular globe, eventually hitting cones and cylinders on the surface of a retina to be converted to images by my brain. Instead, the information was getting fed directly to me. Unfiltered, untreated, uncontrolled. I saw blue.
It was as such for all my senses. I. . .