By Anwita Vasanth Koodalithazhathuveedu The pneumatic tube hisses as I pour myself some hot chocolate- the kind with real chocolate, not the faux-chocolate abomination that the alchemists seem to think are the next big hit- and I try to guess what it could be; new intel? New orders? New… hmm.
Saskia Dodson I was drawing one day, when someone slammed open the door. It was my sister, Jane. She was out of breath, but had a huge grin on her face, the kind of grin she has when she has a great idea. Jane was holding a flyer that looked…
Jinx Taylor-moore Prologue: The sounds of my pounding footsteps ricocheted off the brick walls, creating a vibrating echo that rang in my already-almost-deaf ears. A dim light cast down on me, illuminating the path enough that I could avoid stumbling over the crates that were kept in the backstreets behind…
Anwita Vasanth Koodalithazhathuveedu Well, that’s it for today. I dust myself off and store my latest project in a container my friends made for me, making sure to fasten all the clasps and tighten all the straps (alchemy is a volatile thing, after all). “Where’re you going, Ed?” My…
Reilly Murphy Prologue The middle ring of Clockwork City was full of towns, full of boring, boring people, looking for any excitement. So, when Perficientur Civitatem appeared almost out of thin air, all people could do was chatter. The bustling golden noisy city was full of the Talented, just waiting…
