Crown’s Plank (twenty-four) Save

Tess saw the flinching of Tobi’s muscles, a flicker of insanity in the seductive green specks of Tobi’s eyes. If only there were some god that she could plead to. She knew she had to think fast. She had seen the fly slam against the rock at Tobi’s...

Crown’s Plank (twenty-five) Empty Watchtower

Before Tobi could further spew forth her madness, a second fly dropped. Then, a third and a fourth until an avalanche of flies poured down where she sat as if she were caught in a sudden November storm. Each individual one, heavy from feasting, peddled its spindly...