The crowd stood around the debris in shocked silence. Splinters of the timber walls littered the ground like pine needles on a winter forest floor. Shards of iron, too, lay scattered in the ruin. Continue reading
“I’m just saying it’s not like you,” Isaac said.
“You’ve never taken someone in without cause.”
Gerard looked at the soft poet with hard eyes. “I told you, I had reason.”
The barracks of Fort Blakely were damp and quiet, the sort of tucked-away environment that was Garridan’s natural habitat. He liked quiet. Quiet was the medium in which he worked. He moved quietly. He lived quietly. Continue reading