Turbine West: Part 5

Noise rumbled from within the metal corridors of the turbine. The droning hum of machinery filled the humid air as the groan of a fathomless structure below lurched in the cold and searching wind, foreign in its bluster, and dwelling angrily for the first time within the turbine.The apprentice remembered the power of the wind … Continue reading Turbine West: Part 5 →

The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: A Merry Doctor Part 2

I don't often stride. Striding is a manner best held by those with the pinned back shoulders of a champion and the lifted head of a person not likely to trip over a misplaced bucket. It is a simple thing best left for those with gallant heart, the confident folk who ignore the rising slosh … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: A Merry Doctor Part 2 →

Turbine West: Part 4

'You don't talk much do you?' Garen smiled kindly with his yellow teeth and gestured toward the apprentice with a casual wave, 'Don't think that you need to though, people talk too much, listen too little. I think you'll be a quick learner if the fumes don't get to you.'Placing a pair of wire glasses … Continue reading Turbine West: Part 4 →

The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: The Merry Doctor Part 1

'There's not a lot I can do if you didn't bring the, um-and-a, finger with you.' I remember it as one of those particularly cold mornings when the Port winds would whistle through cracks and creep coldly under doorframes--making not wearing socks particularly unbearable--when a pallid looking gentleman had wandered into my office and greeted … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: The Merry Doctor Part 1 →