This stigma of mine

Was bred inside my mind

It coils around my heart

Stifles my voice

It looks through my eyes, and its tenets fall from my lips like prophecy

This mind of mine

Formed by singularities of lived experience

Fuel for its own vitality

It consumes them as ferocious truths

But they were falsities

This stigma was never mine

It will die in my consciousness

It will seep from my eyes a...

So long had the laws of the sciences tethered humans to their mundanity. Nature demands a balance, they mused and obeyed, lest it collapse into itself in fire and brimstone and cosmic dust.

Elior did not care what it was they thought, nor did he care to even ponder the verity of their claims. He, powerful and revered, did not hold himself to such limitations.

In an ironic twist of fate, the apo...

Tilda swiped at her brow and scanned her eyes once more over the list of ingredients. 

Cinnamon. Check. 

Blue lotus. Check. 

Eye of newt. Check. 

Vocal cords of a virgin—she swung her hand up to drop the bloodied sinew into the bowl beside her and watched with great fascination as clouds of red burst forth to muddy the moon water. Check. Those had been quite a pain to harvest, very m...

An oppressive energy blanketed the training room as its heavy steel door burst open at a speed that would have been difficult to achieve for most of the insurrectionists.

Most of them.

The trainees fell silent as Wren’s towering frame stepped through the door. Aislin went still beside Caen, as if the blood had turned to crystallized frost in her veins.

She was terrified of him.

The revelatio...