Monday, December 11, 2000
It felt like the air was too heavy. Ambrus wandered the halls, feeling like there was something pressing on his throat, feeling like there was something sealing his mouth shut, feeling like he was wrapped up in mummy-wrappings so tightly that he couldn’t move at all.
He leaned against the wall and felt a frission of misery and anger. That was not any better. Continue reading
Friday, September 8, 2000
Arnbjörg had been at Addergoole for a week, and absolutely nothing she’d seen in that time had made her hate the place any less.
She slouched across the dining hall, ignoring Aelgifu waving at her. The girl — “Fifth Cohort,” that meant she was only a year older than Arnbjörg — and her girlfriend were insufferably nice and insufferably cheerful about everything. It was enough to make a body want to puke. Continue reading