By Renko Rodenburg It was dark and quiet in the hallways of the Saliëry. With most of the crew asleep, the ship cruised on autopilot. Space was cold and empty, and nothing ever happened. Unable to sleep, a girl by the name of Trail peeked a head out of her quarter. No one around, the deck dark and empty. Good. Carefully she snuck through the hallway, to the hatch that led to the engineering deck.…
By Renko Rodenburg (on cocaine) “Hast Sie es gesehen?” was the whisper that went through the obsidian academy. The rumor was that Man walked the jet black halls of the Palace of Wisdom. How it could have ended up here, no one could answer. An unsubstantiated rumor, Ea decided. Like the tales of haunted candles or speaking mirrors, a spinneret’s product of fae imagination. With the North Wind beside her, she hurried to her class.…