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...
She wore the breezy, loose pants and shirt that were the official uniform of a Framer. Above her head floated one of her attendants,...
Josephine was Claire’s Framer. Her father’s second widow. This woman watched him die and had spent the past year and a half mourning his...
