Affected

This street of Tarin lay in an odd, ghostly silence, save for a drip-drip from the gutters and his own footsteps on the cobblestone. As he wove through the maze of empty markets, his senses strangely attuned, Fiearius couldn’t help but imagine the figure of Desophyles in every shadow he passed -- leaning against every building, or perhaps observing from a high window -- waiting for his moment to strike.

But it didn’t worry him. It should have worried him, but just for the moment he was immune. He was almost tempted to call out Dez’s name and he genuinely expected him to answer. He would see the massive shape of his once friend step into the street and raise a gun to his head and--

But every time his imagination got that far, the gun was suddenly in his own hand and it was not his face he saw gazing into the nozzle. It was the pleading, tear-filled stare of a woman he’d never met about to die.

A shiver ran down his spine, although the evening was a warm one. It didn’t used to affect him like this. It wasn’t the same anymore. Maybe he really was getting too old for this kind of job.


I take it back. THIS is my favorite illustration for Caelum Lex to date.

My resident mofo Fiearius, Caelum Lex chapter 19. Things are revealed. You definitely wanna read this one