The seventy-eighth free, unedited chapter of my upcoming book, “The Heist at Cordia Aquarium” is now available on its website (or click https://www.kitfisto.gay/chapters/thea to read from the beginning).
The world is ending. Thea's world, more than anyone's. Worms writhe underneath her skin. A knife twists, tearing at her heart. She clutches at her chest. There's no knife there: just handfuls of her cassock's heavy — very much intact — fabric. Above, white ceiling tiles rush past and lights interspersed beat her eyelids into a flutter.
Bump.
The stretcher underneath Thea shudders and her back floats above its cushioned bed. A moment later, she falls. Her back hits. Breath explodes out of her lungs, leaving her gasping. Bereft of air.
An emergency medical technician to her right places a firm hand on her shoulder, pressing her against the stretcher. "Sorry! Ran over a cable cover. Don't worry, we're almost to the ambulance. Hold tight."
With one hand already clinging to the stretcher's handrail, Thea squeezes until her knuckles turn white. "I already am!"
You're dying. You're having a heart attack. You've got a blood clot.
Twist. Another dagger plunges, hilt deep. She screams.
They're taking you to the hospital. They'll help. Then they'll take the rest of it: your money; your television; your apartment. Everything. Even your choices.
Your control.
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The seventieth free, unedited chapter of my upcoming book, “The Heist at Cordia Aquarium” is now available on its website (or click here to read from the beginning).
I named this release “Stress Bonding” because rabbits. These little critters run my household to the brink of collapse. Daily.
I love them, though.
Thea doesn't notice Avery's attempt at escape. Tears well at the corners of her eyes and she sucks a glob of snot back up her nose. "I didn't want to go with them. I-I got washed up in it. Nothing else was working... and this is the only o-option I had left."
Avery could scream right now. Yell at the top of her lungs and try to draw someone within earshot, but something feels off. An air of despair oozes off the priest. Honest, pure despair that'd tempt the ear of any adventurer. Especially an adventurer that isn't able to make a break for it in the first place.
Flat against the floor, she glances at the priest out of the corner of her eyes. "Pretend I care: the only option for what?"
Tears streak down Thea's face and drip off her chin, where they disappear into the dark fabric of her cassock. She balls her hands up in her lap. "To keep it together. I just needed enough money to get my motorcycle fixed, then It'd've been fine. Nothing would've had to change..."
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Same as last week: Thea’s concept art. I just think she’s neat.
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gonna say the shift from seeing percy as a cool older kid when i first read the book to now seeing him as my little brother i need to protect at all costs is mind-boggling
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