Killing the memories. The vampire focused on me, questioning, its eyes draining of life already, and a flicker of recognition passed across its face. Fast reflexes, stronger than human women, immune to the mist – it knew what I was. The pain of betrayal was the last emotion it displayed before its face went slack, […]
Unlike their enemies, the Deltans are a benevolent race who know and appreciate the concept of honor. Which is another reason I was so pleased with the medal. When honorable men and women present you with an award, it’s well worth keeping. As I said, it’s nice to have something worth fighting for. Which is […]
I nodded and read the papers again. This piece of land, this age-old cemetery, had belonged to a human. He’d been about ninety when he died, and the land had been transferred from one generation to the next. “Has Mrs. Bluegrain contacted you?” I asked. Mr. Williams nodded. “Yes.” I saw him roll the word […]
Talya looked up at him but didn’t reply. “Come on, Milady, I’ve got your favourite pizza for dinner…” Returning her gaze to the ocean, “Is swimming good for me?” Talya asked. “I’d say so. It’s a muscle stimulant, but you know that. They’ve put you in the pool at the hospital many times.” “Yeah, but […]
I carried a lot of heat. I had a gun in a holster under my jacket and another tucked into my waistband at the small of my back. But guns didn’t work on vampires. Their ability to heal rapidly was a pain in the ass when it came to self-defense or hit jobs. The vampire’s […]
Eternally young. And eternally waiting for the next battle. Because I’m Genrich, I age very slowly. When I look at my face, my mind tells me I should look older — and wiser for that matter. I guess I might look twenty-five, maybe twenty-seven, but I have lived more years than that. I have chosen […]
He looked around himself as if he was unsure where to stand. He was only human. He couldn’t feel what I could feel now that I was on higher ground. A ripple traveled through the ground and shivered over my skin. Maybe this was what they were talking about. “Please, call me Amber, Mr. Williams.” […]
“I need to be somewhere where having legs doesn’t matter. Somewhere I could move without having to manoeuvre a stupid wheelchair and somewhere no one needs to help me lie down, get up, or roll around.” “Okay, let’s plan something for next weekend, okay?” Aziz suggested. One of her rare smiles appeared on her face. […]
I flipped my hair over my shoulder to get it out of the way. In the tussle, I’d lost the hairband that kept my black mass of hair out of my face. I killed for a living, and my biggest stumbling block was keeping my long hair out of the way. Beauty was a bitch. […]
But I’ve never liked using the memory drugs to erase the knowledge of battle wounds. Civilians use memory wipes to cast bad memories into oblivion, and so are able to forget a bad childhood or traumatic events. Not soldiers. You learn hard lessons in battle, and you should remember, not forget them. A few soldiers […]