Embrace 24: 'Neath the Proud, Proud Veins

c/w bribery, death threats, family conflict

“Within a matter of weeks all manner of scandal and blackmail, violence and assassination incident brought the council to its knees. And we were left unsure as to whether to celebrate its demise, or fear what appeared in its place. The nim Shifs ascendant, a dictatorship ruled by Valour and Vigor. The Sunspear banners like summer’s flowers blooming on near every corner.”

Episode 22: Where You Gonna Run To?

c/w insects, eating of an envoy, temporary hearing loss

“The Gall, naturally, fell into Oken’s hands. That discarded thing, relic lost and living, vessel to a remnant’s power. I’m not sure whether then or later, he understood the potential of what he carried. Raised himself on power’s sap, could he truly read its dread portent? Maybe he saw it only as ember, in the carcass the jackal only sees a thing to be consumed, it does not behold the new life promised in the ground beneath.”

Embrace 18: If Honey Is Power

CW: possession, body horror, use of corpses, insects, uncertain reality

“But you know what unites the theories we had about that place? In all of them, the Cut is subject. It’s something attached, a barnacle lodged to the city.

But the Cut is not addition or reflection or parasite. It’s not mirror, but window – mud-caked, fogged and frosted. If we’re lucky, we can spy glimpses of the silhouettes inside. We can see the wonder, a whole ecosystem – spirit-grown and built from alien perspective.”

Embrace 17: A Pair of Ghosts From Door to Door

“I sent them to the Cut because it seemed like the best place for them. It’s obviously not a safe-house, but it were out of the authority’s control. As close to out of the city as I could get the Jubilant.  They’d still have to survive, to be canny; but at least there wouldn’t be half a city baying for their blood. If I’d known what was waiting for them down there…”

Shards & Fragments: The Brokenhearted

“But what they created wasn’t remnant or envoy, it was something different. The many stories differ on what – a drifter, a machine, a seeker, a monster. For years it wandered, collecting tales as others would figurines. Everywhere it went new stories blossomed, until, they just stopped.” – a fragment from the memories of Serrata Paige.