Revenge is a dish best served with mustard and mayonnaise, thought Charlie as she stared with cold anger at the crumbs on the ground before her.
After surviving the carnage, our reluctant heroes must learn to trust each other, so that they can start the journey to reclaim honor...
It is her eye sight that she loses first, dark brown eyes that were once able to see the world, rendered useless.
The clouds parted as Chione looked out the window and into the yard, trying to see if she could see if Breka was finally home yet. The winter weak sunlight slipped over her shoulder and into the room as Chione leaned away from it almost instinctively. The light didn't hurt her — exactly — but it wasn't comfortable to be out in it for more than a couple hours.
In the deep recesses of the ocean, a world of fantastical creatures awaits. Down where the sea is still, beneath the roiling waves, Marina was known by all. She swam about, her vibrant tail a coral-green a flash of colour as she passed, her fair skin glistening, golden hair gleaming, as she helped her father rule across the ocean.
After the pass and review to welcome the newest cadets to the special forces, Amatzu meets up with an old friend who has a favor to ask. Not being able to say no, she sacrifices her night to go on a patrol.
Tom was going through his dad's old paperwork box that no one actually read; the box had “confidential no one needs to know; unless that day has arrived, we all know what to expect and if you need clues open this box” written on the side. Tom thought "well that day has arrived," so he had to open it to find clues. The box was full of notes, letters, gifts, and many more things that he never knew his dad was up to; it was like a secret thing that his dad did and nobody knew. Tom picked up one envelope that had started to be opened but the opener never finished. Tom hesitated for a moment before he did anything, he then opened it and began reading it.
His hiding place had been discovered. What on earth was he going to do now? As he watched the man who had just killed Mary right before his eyes, the urge to interrupt him before he had finished was overwhelming. That's when something happened, something that the observer all knew too much about. He was going back to a place he'd hoped he would never see again; it was just him, the man, Oliver Wishingwell, and one of the boys. He couldn't work out which one it was as his face was changing every minute into another one of the Kennedys; that's when the observer knew who it was: it was Duncan. Duncan had an extra power that had been passed down to him from his ancestors and of course the observer’s ancestors. As he watched Oliver was struggling to get close to Duncan.
Books 1 & 2 can also be read at: Deep Sky Stories