The Vermin of Arklington

Since staying fed was no longer a pressing concern to her, Jay could put more effort into staying warm. That meant a scavenger operation for lumber and coal and everything…

Jay had her face down to the cobblestones. The frost and mud covering the hard stone tasted foul and bits of gravel were pushing against her skin. The foot pressing…

‘The dome has access to the gallery, the gallery to the four long corridors’ repeated Jay to herself, holding in her mind the picture that Lethe gave her two days…

‘He ain’t here.’ The man sitting behind the reception desk was heavyset and balding extensively. His arms were tattooed- fish and birds and ladies danced around barrel-shaped ships that blew…

Since that night, Jay saw Lethe at least once a week. It was never anything spectacular though. Their nightly excursions were now into the Edge. Jay had only been there…

‘Up here, kid’ Lethe’s voice drifted to her from above. Jay made sure that on St. Eagle day she would be in the alley early. She waited, leaning over the…

‘Are you Jay?’ Jay looked at the kid that was peeking into the alley she had made her home. He was just a bit younger than her, maybe twelve? He…