Previously We speed after the Humvee, Nova’s mobile prison. Metze to the back and right, wind ripping at our vests, my finger tapping on the trigger guard of the rifle. I’m scared for her. They’ve taken her alive, which is a good sign. And they’ve taken her alive. Which is a bad sign. The fear … Continue reading The Last Assassin: Part 12 →

Previously We have become fractured groups and I do not like it. Odin returned from a call to tell us that Aphrodite had been attacked, Menoetius killed, Hera spirited away only to be recaptured by Hades and the others. Hades and his group had run off to carry on a fight with some borrowed half-mortal … Continue reading Hyperion 2: Part 10 →

Previously “That went well.” I groan out, finding myself laying on my back with very little air in my lungs. No one laughs. I can’t blame them. Two more of the assassins Oscar brought with go down in the still raging firefight. Things don’t stop just because something blows up. When I roll over I … Continue reading The Last Assassin: Part 11 →

Previously Rome was a monstrous empire, so I am told, that rose and fell over many mortal generations that would be a blink to gods. The span of that empire barely composes a sixth of my sentence in Tartarus, just over five hundred years. It fell to corruption, barbarians, in-fighting, and the whim of gods … Continue reading Hyperion 2: Part 9 →

Previously Huh. Nova looks as confused as I feel. “Is this a job offer?” Uncle Oscar lights another cigar, procured from some deeper folds of the chair. Robert might have an aneurysm. What a shame that would be. “Yes. Avery, it is. For both of you. In fact, mostly for her. Chase?” The Brit steps … Continue reading The Last Assassin: Part 10 →