21. Iona was no closer to falling asleep now than when she first lay her head on the pillow. She’d given up any hope of sleep and resolved to stare at the ceiling and relive the day’s events over and over, as she’d done for most of the evening. When she wasn’t lying on her … Continue reading Spiritum – Chapter Twenty-One →

“This is fucked up”, Jace said for about the dozenth time. “Will you just sit the fuck down”? Llannaeia was quickly regretting joining him and Sergeant Runnell on the Rimor’s crew deck. Besides them, the marine's bunk room was (understandably) deserted. Knowing what they did, rest was likely the last thing on the minds of … Continue reading Spiritum – Chapter Twenty →

18. Iona did her best not to make eye contact with the faces opposite, staring at her hands cupped in her lap. She could feel their eyes like laser beams. They made her skin crawl. The room they were sitting in wasn’t helping either. The drab walls, floor, and lighting made it seem more like … Continue reading Spiritum – Chapter Eighteen →

17. Llannaeia remembered little of the night before but she felt its effects all too well. Her head felt like it had been bounced off a pavement, her stomach like it had been kicked repeatedly, and her knuckles ached something awful. When she looked at the bruises on the back of her hand she recalled … Continue reading Spiritum – Chapter Seventeen →