It’s Tuesday!

Go home, Tuesday, you’re drunk.

No? You’re gonna have your say and damn the consequences? Well, okay, but only if you promise to talk about a certain Captain Claymonte and her Winged Riders today. You will? Way to go, Tuesday!

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The Shape of Family

Part Fourteen – Pieces

by Rick Cook Jr

Their injuries were great, but Claire’s need was greater. She helped those most able to patch her soldiers up, kicked at Combs a couple of times to try and wake him. He mumbled but didn’t stir.

Hughes and Dawson. Were they dead? The bandersnatch made a point in not killing the rest of them, so why would he do so with Sergeant Hughes and Private Dawson? He nudged Jeffrey again after tending the worst of the wounds. Sadie leaned against a wall, nursing her own shredded legs, naked once more and no longer seeming to care that she was.

When she still couldn’t rouse her traitor, Claire knelt beside the pool of water and felt around for the man’s jacket, lost in the transformation Sadie had undergone to the jellyfish. She pulled it free and made a sound of disgust as skin and hair slid free from it. Continue reading →