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What the Candles Mean
Finnegan Riley was fourteen when he first noticed the candles.
There were three of them, white and waxy in a smudged pane window of a crumbling house across the way. They were lit even though it was the middle of the day and the sun was high in the sky. And there was a set in another window -- two this time -- dancing aflame in another entrance window down the street. There was even one in the shop window of the butcher in the main square. And then again in the gunnery shop, of all places.
He'd never noticed candles before, and now, whenever he was prowling with the neighborhood kids, he couldn't stop noticing them. It was sort of weird, really. In the scrappy neighborhoods of Genesis, no one made a point of standing out; it was unsafe and it simply asked for trouble. If you were lucky enough to afford groceries that week, you kept quiet about it; otherwise word would spread quickly and your door would be beaten down.
So this was a puzzle. It was eerie, actually, how they kept ca
Tales, Tribes and Traditions
There was nothing that differentiated morning from night on a spaceship. It was a fact that Fiearius had taken a long time to get used to. Really, even having spent six months on the Dionysian, he still wasn’t used to it. Though his body still believed, after about six or seven hours of sleep, that it was time to awaken, his eyes opened each morning to find his quarters just as dark as they had been when he’d fallen asleep and his brain refused to comply.
This particular morning was even more difficult. On a typical day, he actually had to get up and do something. He had to land the ship or plan a run or research a lift. Today, however, he was taking some time off. No landings, no runs, no lifts. It was Concordia after all and even if they were far from home and low on funds and on the run and living on a spaceship that was falling apart before their very eyes, gods be damned, they were going to have a feast.
But of course, he didn’t have to start that for a while. So
The Crown of Didasculus
“Corra?! What the hell are you doing over here?”
Corra ignored the shout as she rushed past the guard. The stunned man just stared after the tiny girl as she hurried down the hallway and turned the corner. “Well...get back to your building as soon as you can!” he called after her, realizing that she probably couldn’t hear him anymore. “You know you’re not supposed to be here right now.”
Corra, however, couldn’t care less where she should or shouldn’t have been. True, she was meant to be back in the kitchen in her own building, helping the older women cook the Concordia feast, but how could she be, knowing what was going on in the main structure of the complex? How could she just stand the kitchen handing utensils to people when such a spectacle was going on just a few hundred feet away?
It wasn’t as if the guards would do anything, really, for catching her out of her proper place. It was Concordia. They were always espec
The Midnight Visitor
“It’s none of your fucking business,” Fiearius snapped viciously, standing up from his seat at the dinner table defiantly.
“Damned if it isn’t!” his father spat back, doing the same. His chair caught the momentum and flew back across the floor several feet. “You’ll tell me what the hell you were doing out all day when you were supposed to be here helping prepare for tomorrow. You live under my roof, you follow my rules.”
“Well maybe I just won’t live under your roof anymore,” was Fiear’s poisonous response, backing away from the table a few steps.
“Oh is that so?! And where the hell do you think you’re gonna go, huh?” asked his father, slamming his hands down on the surface in front of him. “Who else is gonna take you in? Who else would give you a bed to sleep in and put food on the table? No one, that’s who.”
It was a common argument. When they’d first started, Cyrus
A Call to Action
"You can't hide in here all night, Leta."
In response, the eighteen-year-old young woman mustered a long, dramatic groan that lasted approximately ten seconds and filled the entire kitchen. The marble countertop was slick and cool against her forehead, where she dropped it dramatically and covered her head with her arms. From the dining hall nearby, she could hear the murmurs of a hundred voices chattering, boasting, laughing -- the warm, happy din of a Concordia party in her very own sprawling home. A Concordia party she was determined to avoid.
Much to Vinia's irritation. Vinia was the Adler family chef and tonight's bartender and server. All night long he filed in and out, appetizers held high in his tray, bottles under his arm. And all night long Leta watched him and did not leave the kitchen.
"Your father could use your help out there hosting," he told her. He sounded stern, but Leta knew him better than that. She snuck a glance from behind her arms -- he was uncorking anoth
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