Rebel Anthology Timeline (Updated 8/2/23)
Hey guys! With the first arc of The Rebel Anthology complete, it seems like a good time to post a timeline showing the relative ordering of the stories in the series. Since the series jumps around in time a lot, hopefully this will be a helpful reference. 🙂 Just like with the Control Chronology, stories
Beloved
Black blood sprayed out across the moonlit grass, fuming where it fell. The ghastly screech that had rent the night air still rung in his ears as he dodged the claw that swiped down at him from on high, then pivoted to slash out again. A glinting chain ripped through the dark like liquid silver.
New Year, New Focus
Well, it’s not quite the new year yet, but close enough XD As some of you might have noticed, for the past several months I’ve been in the process of revising and cross-posting my blog series The Pact to Ao3, Dokuga, and PMO as The Bond. I’ll admit this turned out to be a much
SessKag Series: The Pact, Part 43
There was a gnawing inside her that just wouldn’t stop. A hunger that had been growing increasingly more voracious over the past few weeks. Now Kagome couldn’t seem to get any reprieve from it, no matter how much she ate nor how often. She felt weak and restless all at once. Even after eating twice
Seasons of Life, Part 15 (Final) – Spring
“Well, Mother, I must say I thought you were mad to buy back this old place, but as usual you’ve proven me wrong.” Casting her daughter a smile, Sumire strolled with her through the blooming courtyards, repaved and replanted for the season. Children ran by them as they went, laughing and playing in the warmth
The Guardian
In the glade he knelt before the pillar of stone. The leaves overhead dappled it in shadow so that it seemed paley to glow through the veil of dark that touched it. Mayhaps it did, he thought, lit from below by what embers of spirit yet clung to the ashes it housed. Or mayhaps he
Seasons of Life, Part 14 – Winter, End
As the snows began to thaw and the days began to lengthen, Sumire felt a lightness of spirit she’d forgotten she could feel. Life was not easy, but it was better than before. Though no longer living hand to mouth, money remained thin. With the constant need to re-invest in the family business, the amount
Seasons of Life, Part 13 – Winter, Continued
At dusk the children began to gather, trickling in from the streets by ones, twos and threes. They were of all ages, these homeless war orphans. Some of the older ones carried the littlest ones at their hips. Grubby, scrawny and leery-eyed, they slinked about like alley cats, ever cautious of their surroundings and those