Chapter 14: Marcellus Ball

The air smelled of smoke mixed with rainy air seeping in through the back doors, but tainted by the scent of iron and spilled...

The gossamer death orbs bounced off the Framing Chamber and couldn’t penetrate its odd hull. One touched a marine, passing through his calf, and...

– The whip and sting of Poseidon’s cold barbs pulled Grim from his philosophic musings, straight down the bottom of Maslow’s pyramid. He was...