Paradiex, Satieri, 1852

Winter mornings were peaceful in Paradiex. As the sun started to spill over the great desert city, slowly warming the nighttime chill, the citizens were only barely starting to unwrap themselves from their bedding. Occasionally, a food vendor would pass by, calling out his fresh, hot tamales, hot tamales, get them fresh. Every so often families, lovers, friends, could be heard parting ways to their separate destinations. But it was peaceful. Quiet.

Except in the apartment of Soliveré and Cordova, where peace hadn’t been seen for over a week. Continue reading →

Author’s note: Due to traveling, there will unfortunately be no new chapter this week. Sorry about that! To make it up to you, though, we’ll have some extra bonuses instead! As always, thanks for reading! 

It was well past dawn when Cyrus had quietly closed the door to Addy’s quarters behind him and started down the hallway. He had meant to leave earlier, right as the sun rose, to avoid any chance encounters on the way back to his own ship, but when he’d started to get up, she had held onto his arm and asked him not to go. And then one thing had lead to another…

So it was more like mid-morning when he finally tore himself from the comforts of her bed. He didn’t want to at all, really, but he’d been wearing the same clothes for over a week, his glasses needed to be cleaned and he got the feeling he should pay a more extensive visit to his brother now that things had settled down a little. According to Addy, the Beacon likely wasn’t going anywhere for a while so a few errands wouldn’t hurt as long as he dropped by again later. Of  course, he had agreed. Continue reading →