Rodian rubbed his palms together before wiping them on his face. He picked the cup and watched from the corner of his eyes, the men on the table. They were studying him closely, waiting anxiously for his reply. But the ease that hung on his shoulders suggested that if they pushed him long enough, he might just tell them what they wanted to hear, truth or no, they would have to figure that out by themselves. George spread his hands on his chair back, smiling like a baby that had found its favorite toy. He wanted Rodian to fail, to displease the table and come crawling on his knees, asking for mercy. For all Nina could tell, their squabble went beyond the issues on the table. If gaze could kill, both men would have devoured each other from the beginning. As it were, only Rodian knew the height and limits of the current situation, maybe George too, it was difficult to ascertain, since th
Coming back had been a mistake. After what had happened twenty years ago, Carlos Stones never knew he would see this place again on such short notice. He had been forced to leave at first, having spent three years in jail, for a crime he knew nothing about. If his brother were here, he might as well call Carlos a fool for not picking the piece and learning from his past. Well, the good thing was that his brother was not here. Like the rest, he had disappeared with the wind, without a trace.Tugging down his hat, Carlos buried his hands into his pocket as he hurried through the boulevards. To say that it had rained cat and dog would be an exaggeration, the August rain had clearly picked a disturbing day to welcome him back to his hometown. However, he had somehow managed to avert them from drenching his coat despite having stayed on it for heaven knows how long. Men and women, children and ani
Carlos adjusted the hem of his collar, wondering if he should knock on the white door, or turn back and return to his apartment. Something at the back of his mind advised him not to proceed, that this was a bad idea. He should have at least thought it through instead of jumping to follow Beth’s instructions like an errand boy. He was not a dog, and certainly not a timid one.“Goddamn it” He rustled and bit his finger, turning away from the door.Yellow lights shown on the empty hallway, reflecting on the marbled floor and adding more grace to the white polished wall. This part of the pub was a private space, dedicated wholly to the Red Heron. They had not told the landlord of course, but Mitch had been strict in his dealings and had warned the white-beard landlord that he was paying not only for the space but for the privacy as w
“This is experiment twenty-six. A new diverse means of making a toad immortal. If this works, then I would use the same method to make Elixa permanent. That way I can travel back in time, and bring my daughter into the present, keeping her alive and well and free from death” The tape recorder glided away from Claudius’s face as he hurried towards the boiling filament in the cylinder. Using his forceps, he picked the filament and dropped them onto the rack on the table. Steaming out from the filament was a greenish liquid, more viscous and heavier than water. “I will transfer project 26 into the subject.” He muttered under his masked face before slowly picking the filament and pouring out the content onto the toad that was in a laboratory flask. Shutting immediately the lid of the flask, Claudius took off his mask and protective google to observe the result.But for the color change—from brown to green—of the toad, there was no notable reaction. The liquid had also spluttered everywhe
It was two weeks since the incident with the maggot, four months since they set sail into this world of dust and nothing. Silence had been their constant companion, leaving the ship with nothing but its wail and complaint, carousing what should have been a serene journey. Nobody had said much about the maggot, or how they had miraculously saved their ship from capsizing. It was as though everyone was keeping their distance and was afraid to mention it. The captain had avoided Austin too, keeping his distance from the man that had almost fed him whole to the maggot. There had been a few injuries too, but no death was recorded. The few that had gone missing had been found after three to four days. But there were no deaths. Damian had heard Aaron discussing with Catherine some moment ago, even though they had spoken in a low tone, he could still guess that they were referring to the incident. Oddly enough, Damian had caught
Beth was right. Lucas, Mitch, and Alfred were not just loyal, they were an extension of his very body and would follow him to the grave if need be. He had not met Alfred and Lucas until he had met Mitch. The dark-haired man had grown in the streets. Carlos had met him one evening and had helped him with some of his dealings with some street thugs. Even though Mitch had claimed that he hadn’t needed help at that time, Carlos had helped him anyway and had saved his life when he was shot. That was the thread that had started their relationship. It had grown over the years like the bond of brothers. Alfred and Lucas had joined them afterwards and they had formed the Red Heron, with the help of Beth. While they had argued about it, Carlos could see the clear picture now. He had always tried to protect the men, to do things in a way that would not endanger their lives in any form. Yet, all his effort had been futile. And now, like every other thing he has, he has missed the only friends tha
The deafening noise of the rotating blades finally ceased as the helicopter glided to the left and the black mountains hid its features. White fogs held the apex of the crags, making them difficult to distinguish from the floating, morning clouds. Despite the green-black stones, the mud on the floor made Dorin wonder if the stories about this part of the world were true. He had never ventured so far into the west. But for Emron, this was the first time he would visit the far side of the world. Landervier, as it was called, was not just any other land, but was the most fertile land on the nine continents. Rain was a luxury on this side of the world. It was the only place where there was a balance since too much or too little of the rain could ruin crops. Dorin had only seen them in the books and heard a little about this place. But the rest he had heard mostly from people he comes in contact with on daily bases. Every trader and vendor—that were
Dust and smoke rose through the rough walls and the other end of the entrance of the cave collapsed, trapping them inside. Claudius could feel the weight of a thousand burdens on his head, making it almost difficult for his legs to carry his body. He coughed once and managed to get himself into a sitting position. There was a ringing in his ears too, and a lump at the back of his head. He must have bashed his head against the stones during the fall. But what had caused the vibrations? What was that light he had seen?He wiped the sand from his face, glad that the contact lens in his eyes had not fallen off. All around, dust and smoke kept their veil, making it difficult to see anything. The elegant stones that had stood earlier were in the rumble and seemed to rise towards the ceiling. It was the only thing visible. The only thing bold enough to reveal its ugly head.