Saturday, May 16, 2015


Further into the slave trade! This week, Lukas plans to kidnap the head AST officer in Bangweuleu, and he realizes what sort of monsters he has fallen in with.

Friday, May 8, 2015

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter IX: Drunk Tank Red

1 Spring 1928

Preceptor Mia Robinson sat at the head of the conference room table of Raleigh’s central precinct. Around the room, staff members examined their data-pads and terminals. The image on the conference room wall shifted from a woman in her late 20s to a man of approximately 50 cycles. He wore the dark blue scrubs of an inmate, with close-cropped black hair and slender fingers. The live feed showed him staring intently at the inner courtyard fronting his cell as citizens and protectors walked past, none of them giving a second thought to the one-way glass that hid the deviants from public view.


Time for a change of perspective! While his siblings are off plotting to end the Bear’s human trafficking ring, Lukas has no time for such high-handed morals. Indeed, at the hands of his HIRA handlers and his Comptroller superiors, it looks like he will become a key player in the slave trade his siblings are attempting to stop. This week: a prison break and some tricky negotiations in the ESE…

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter IX: Unsavory Choices.

Lukas spent 45 minutes doubling back on himself and using every possible countermeasure to make sure he wasn’t followed before settling in on a place to have dinner. He held the parcel under his arm, aware that if a tracking device was embedded in it, his best spycraft would serve no purpose. That was the reason he wasn’t returning to his safe house. That and he was hungry.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter IX: Wound Up, Wound Down

39 Winter 1928

It was a cruel joke of the universe, Lyta reflected, that placed her hotel room directly across from the square where Jan Sebastopol led his Perfect Form sessions. Three times a day, a crowd of hundreds assembled to perform the fluid motions that were part martial art, part dance, part meditation. They eclipsed everything else in her view of the city, a battalion of GRELs moving in time under the orders of their commander. Lyta had taken to keeping the blinds closed.

The lock chimed and Lyta’s hand was immediately on her gun. She brought it to bear as the door opened.

Ti Corovan stepped inside, saw the barrel aimed at his chest, and raised his hands. His eyes widened. “Whoa, there. It’s me. It’s just me.”

Monday, May 4, 2015

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter IX: A Life Worth Killing

36 Winter 1928

Lyta’s nerves were on fire as she reached the hotel room. Her jaw ached from tension, and her nails had dug crescent-shaped gashes into her palms. She had been out of sorts since arriving in Jan Mayen, since she’d first caught sight of GRELs in the streets, walking around like they were people. GRELs outside her door at night, GRELs acting as some farcical security squad that would just as soon take her out as protect her, GRELs in secret meetings as though they weren’t going to turn around and immediately deliver the information right back to the CEF.

But that was nothing compared to the bombshell Ti had dropped an hour ago: that Dr. Neseen was working on letting GRELs breed. He would give them the ability to have purple bastard babies who could continue in their parents’ footsteps forever. She had turned it over and over in her head, and there was only one solution. Only one thing that would fix the problem. She just had to work up the courage to do it.

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