Sophia Martin
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Flossie had a jacket on, so she was more or less covered up. Laney seemed to think of Flossie’s exposed skin as a kind of challenge, two redheads vying for title of most ogled tart at sea. Laney stood straighter, shoulders back, chest out. She had a general military bearing about her, so it could have just been her martial training. The way she stared into Flossie’s cleavage suggested there might be more to it. If you stare into the abyss… For once, I felt no awkwardness around nudity. I think…-
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The dragon’s wing cut through the wave that was threatening to engulf the ship, and it just collapsed. I’ve seen those sorts of waves in disaster movies, the end of the world CGI special effects that target mostly tourist destinations and well-known monuments. Seeing various natural catastrophes in IMAX — tornadoes that pick up entire buildings and volcanoes that erupt in the middle of city centres — has made me a bit of an expert on the way a tidal wave should wipe out civilisation, so it was…
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The ship was really taking a beating, lurching from side to side, throwing us all around the cabin. You had to wedge yourself against something to prevent being smashed against the hull, and then shift your bodyweight as the ship tilted back in the opposite direction. There were a fair number of us in the room, so it was unavoidable that we’d end up using each other for support, actual support, not that emotional nonsense. The only person who didn’t seem that concerned was Biadet but she was already…
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My party had grown. Not just counting the people in my cabin (plus those in my head), but the whole crew of the ship were under my command. It was like I had my own army. A small, weird army. The problem was, other people had their armies, and theirs were probably better equipped and prepared for war. Mine was probably wondering what we were having for dinner. We did have a number of chefs on board, so it was an understandable question. More doesn’t mean better. If thirty miners get trapped in a…
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As the ship collapsed, the broken pieces didn’t smash into the crew or hit us as we fell into the water. It was like sections of the boat were coming apart and returning to their previous incarnation, like a movie running backwards. It was a controlled implosion. Hitting the water and sinking below the surface was less controlled, at least for me. I’m not a bad swimmer, I can keep my head above water (literally and figuratively) but the suddenness of my drop into the ocean caught me a little off…
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Dragons are meant to be majestic beasts. Savage and cruel, but noble and full of elemental fury. Who doesn’t love a painting of a dragon in flight or battling some lone knight? Even those Chinese dragons that look a bit shit (I know, cultural differences and all that, but long worm with tiny limbs just doesn’t quite do it for me) have a certain level of magnificence you don’t really see in the real world. Wild animals have an innate ability to impress us, even if you look at a tiger in a cage you…
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I know what regret is. Most people don’t. They think it means when you don’t like an outcome. Mostly when that outcome involves them getting caught doing something others will judge them for. That isn’t regret. Everyone would prefer to have things go a way that makes them look cool and like they have their shit together. Wanting that conceited feeling you enjoy so much to be permanent and finding it’s hardly ever present is not regret. You know that feeling when you get home from the supermarket…
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It took a moment for me to adjust to the scale of the thing. There was some free space at the bottom, where I was, the rest of the chamber was filled with a lattice, each strand of which originated from Maurice’s body, or possibly that was their final destination. Coming from him, going to him, it was hard to say. He had his arms and legs spread out, like Da Vinci’s Vitruvian man drawing, the one that looks like he’s doing jumping jacks. Maurice was suspended like he was caught inside a very large…
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When you have a large group of people on their knees, literally begging you for their lives, their sad faces imploring you for mercy, it can make you think you must be a pretty important fellow. I’m sure there have been many people who have ended up in a similar situation to the one I currently faced and it had given them a massive hard-on (including the women). To have solid proof of your superiority over other people, it’s what people get into politics for. I was not feeling particularly engorged…
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Biadet’s colour returned to normal but she remained unconscious. She was breathing, but I wasn’t sure if that was indicative of anything. For all I knew, it was all clockwork under the hood. “You are wasting your efforts,” said Laney, standing over me. “It would be better to put her out of her misery. A few carefully aimed incisions are all it would take.” “Some of us enjoy our misery. It’s all we’ve got.” I stood up and looked up at the sky, raising a hand to shade my eyes. It was…
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