“What had it meant when it said, ‘we are fluid too?’ That strikes me a bit unnerving,” Roberts said as he moved some of the false bookcase’s covering into position. “Not quite sure, but they say the Thompson-B series have unique persona.” Gregory helped Roberts line up the covering. “There! Now Fredrick can work in peace and we can get back to Lowlinton before the party dies down.” Gregory rose...

Thomas pulled the cord again. The engine started to sputter and the smell of exhaust fumes filling the workshop. He grinned wide as the bulb on the back of the harness started to glow brighter and brighter until- The pop was more the echo of Thomas’s hope than the glass of the bulb breaking. A soft sigh then his fingers moved in the repeated motion. Shut down the turbine, clicked open the exhaust vent above him, a quick brush of his...

Orbou’s fangs and claws dug into my arm. I cringed a little but her little weapons hardly pierced my skin. Frankly I couldn’t blame her as I was scared too. She clung to my left shoulder while my right arm held our only light source high above the murky water of the sewer. The night rod’s glow only served to illuminate a few feet ahead of us as we trudged through. Every now and then I caught the glow reflecting the eyes of...