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Ten years had passed since the skies over Zaragoza, Spain, turned to blood. The pyramids—Giza, Chichen Itza, Teotihuacan—had roared to life, their ancient stones humming as beams of light lanced upward, stitching the heavens with red stars. The lattice of crimson threads wove a canopy that smothered the blue sky, and the rivers, from the Read more
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The frigate Queensbane cleaved through the azure waters of Earthengaugh with a ferocity that belied her age, her weathered oak hull slicing the calm sea like a cutlass through silk. Twelve billowing sails of taut, sun-bleached cloth drank deep of the wind, driving the vessel onward with a speed unmatched by any ship in the Read more
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In Uruk’s mud-brick sprawl, Thoth found Gilgamesh, his frame a mountain of muscle, his eyes weary from endless quests. Enkidu, wild and loyal, sat beside him, their table strewn with clay cups and spilled beer. “What’s that green stone?” Gilgamesh asked, his voice rough with curiosity. “Immortality,” Thoth said, meeting his gaze. “A gift for Read more
Dany Slone 