“Now then my dear, I have a few questions of my own.” Just outside the amphitheater, past where the other council members looked on or chatted amongst themselves, Mave spotted children playing in an open

“I think it’s better than I was expecting,” Mave said, blushing as she realized she said it aloud. Jonah laughed as the others headed down, Mary jumping into a gruff, bearded man’s arms. “Daddy!” she squealed.

“There’s a lot of them but they don’t seem to be well coordinated,” Ezekiel said, his back to the tree log, a bow at the ready. “Most likely Bolt’s people, then. We’ve got to move before they surround

Mave stood at the edge of The Weald as the shadows of trees through dark streaks over the barely visible path. Overhead a small passenger droneship passed, heading in her direction. As she turned the

Mave looked around her relatively spartan living quarters. Three glowing posters were lit on the wall screens. Various music groups from different parts of New Cradle silently played their instruments

Mave Longborn felt every step she took. She counted her heartbeats, each one sounding like a bass drum. She stared forward in a daze, like a person walking to the gallows. It will all be over soon, Mave.

The day seemed to pass at a crawl. Mave did the best she could to distract herself with the limited information portal in her room, but to no avail. It was ridiculous that she couldn’t go to the information

The Sector Administration building loomed overhead ominously. As she climbed the steps it seemed to grow larger. “So, are we doing this?” The Heart boy startled her with his sudden presence. Mave didn’t

“Hey Mave!” It was Lynn, riding by with one of the Heart boys on an electric scooter. She couldn’t remember his name, but knew he was the eldest. The middle child had proposed to her. “Let’s hang out later!”

Mave was in the viewing room when she heard the first shouts from the main elevator chamber. Normally she would go there for a bit of repose, eating her special for the day while looking out at the stars

“Now then my dear, I have a few questions of my own.” Just outside the amphitheater, past where the other council members looked on or chatted amongst themselves, Mave spotted children playing in an open

“I think it’s better than I was expecting,” Mave said, blushing as she realized she said it aloud. Jonah laughed as the others headed down, Mary jumping into a gruff, bearded man’s arms. “Daddy!” she squealed.

“There’s a lot of them but they don’t seem to be well coordinated,” Ezekiel said, his back to the tree log, a bow at the ready. “Most likely Bolt’s people, then. We’ve got to move before they surround

Mave stood at the edge of The Weald as the shadows of trees through dark streaks over the barely visible path. Overhead a small passenger droneship passed, heading in her direction. As she turned the

Mave looked around her relatively spartan living quarters. Three glowing posters were lit on the wall screens. Various music groups from different parts of New Cradle silently played their instruments

Mave Longborn felt every step she took. She counted her heartbeats, each one sounding like a bass drum. She stared forward in a daze, like a person walking to the gallows. It will all be over soon, Mave.

The day seemed to pass at a crawl. Mave did the best she could to distract herself with the limited information portal in her room, but to no avail. It was ridiculous that she couldn’t go to the information

The Sector Administration building loomed overhead ominously. As she climbed the steps it seemed to grow larger. “So, are we doing this?” The Heart boy startled her with his sudden presence. Mave didn’t

“Hey Mave!” It was Lynn, riding by with one of the Heart boys on an electric scooter. She couldn’t remember his name, but knew he was the eldest. The middle child had proposed to her. “Let’s hang out later!”

Mave was in the viewing room when she heard the first shouts from the main elevator chamber. Normally she would go there for a bit of repose, eating her special for the day while looking out at the stars