I kneel by Iapetus, ignoring the laughter from the guards and our tormentors. He is thin, unlike himself. They all were on those screens. Our power does fade and his is weak. Very weak. "Brother Hyperion!" he groans, opening his eyes a little, "look how they fight back. I'm proud of them." He winces as … Continue reading Hyperion: Part 3 →

I wake, slowly. I swing my legs off the low, thin bed and rest my bare feet on the cold tiled floor. I try to stand but my legs refuse the call to action. So I simply remain sitting. The long scars that run down my leg remind me where they drew their fill of … Continue reading Hyperion: Part 2 →

I wake and place my feet on the cold concrete floor, standing and stretching as high as I can until that satisfying pop sounds as my spine gives me what I want. Then it's a reach for the toes until my calves feel loose again. I trot out of my small bedroom and begin jogging, as … Continue reading Hyperion: Part 1 →