That night passed as restlessly as the last. When the rosy light of dawn seeped through the slatted reed curtain, Kagome rubbed a hand across her red-rimmed eyes and gathered up her things to go. It was half a day’s trek back to Edo village, though she hardly seemed to notice the time. Spinning an
Transgressions Chapter 9 Sneak Peek
“…I think you know.” He had not bothered to mask the loathing in his words. He did not bother to hide it now. Seething, he pinned her doe-like gaze, daring her to feign ignorance of his intentions. Yes, you wretched girl. Knuckles cracked as he flexed his claws. You know full well what I want.
Announcing “The Daily Transgressions” Project!
Wow, oh, wow – Stasis is done! But there ain’t no rest for the wicked, so without further ado I would like to make a special announcement: Transgressions is officially underway! What does that mean? Well, it means that Transgressions isn’t written yet, of course. But! After much careful consideration, I’ve decided to go ahead
Stasis Side-Stories: Halcyon (Explicit)
It ends with a sword. He raises a hand to the wound in his cheek. The skin has sealed, yet a scar remains–Tessaiga’s parting blow. Somewhere beneath the tumult of the waves lies his brother’s precious blade. For the first time since he laid eyes upon it, he feels no urge to retrieve it. He
The End of Stasis
Seems kind of paradoxical even to say, but here we are at last! Wow, I feel such a mix of emotions right now: exhilaration, relief, sadness. Yesterday when I posted the last chapter, I actually teared up. I even had this strange reluctance to hit the “Publish” button because I knew that that would be
Stasis Final Chapter: equilibrium
– 34 – .equilibrium. Time does not slow for the undying. A year passes in a moment, as it does for all those who have reached a certain age. And though they no longer care to keep a tally of its passing, they mourn it just the same. It is a handful of such moments
SessKag Series: The Pact, Part 2 (Explicit)
Back and forth, Kagome paced the small length of the hut. Her arms were crossed at her chest. Her nails burrowed in the soft cotton of her sleeves. Red coals smoldered in the dingy hearth. On the scrubbed surface of the room’s one spindly table, a lone candle glowed, casting a circle of muted light
If You Can Stomach It: Sango’s Bones
She died during the battle with Naraku. She pushed me aside and one of Naraku’s razor-sharp legs ran across her stomach and separated her top half from her bottom half. She was nineteen years old. I was thirteen.