The Clockwork Dragon #34: The Duel

Zefir knew somehow that Rhin was speaking to him, shouting over the roar of the wind. He didn’t even know where he was flying. Everything was agony. He felt as if he were blind, as if pumping his wings were a foreign concept. But he’d saved the Rider. He clutched her tighter to his chest.…

The Clockwork Dragon #33: Dissenting Voices

Zefir glided on the updrafts, feeling his wing membranes stretching differently with the stitches holding on to the flesh; a few places along the length of the wound were overly hot. But after being on fire, maybe it wasn’t the worst sensation. His chest muscles flexed beneath the painful burned flesh, and he had to…

The Clockwork Dragon #32: Choosing the Right Path

The fire burns were a constant throbbing pain across his arms and chest, and lower neck, but Zefir tried to force his mind away from it all. From the pain of his wings, both the muscles that had been torn and the membranes, which felt too warm like a constant fever of suppuration. He tried…

The Clockwork Dragon #31: A Line of Gratitude

Valin’s mind screamed at him to open his eyes. How can I open my eyes when I’m dead? But still, he had the persistent thought that he must awaken—even from death—to see if Zefir was…still alive. I can’t die if he’s still alive. If he’s gone, Forge Gods, then I go to the Eternal Forge willingly. Or have…

The Clockwork Dragon #30: There is but One Enemy

Zefir had never been so exhausted in his life. Every vein was on fire, his pseudo-metallic bones rattling inside as if they would burst from his body; even his feet and hands throbbed to the tip of his claws; he held sail-foil tail held at an awkward angle, because it was too much effort to…

Clockwork Dragon #29: Searching for the True Enemy

They had flown to a small little brook on the Wheelteeth’s lands, and exhausted, Valin had fallen asleep on Zefir’s back the moment they landed. But Zefir reveled in the dappled sunlight from the trees overhead warming his brass flank, and he listened closely to the cadence of Valin’s breathing. He wanted to let his…

The Clockwork Dragon #28: The Traitor’s Mark

The gryphon’s engine was groaning so fiercely that Valin knew he should decreased his speed, but half a day had already passed and he’d had to stop four times. He looked down and readjusted his farviewer goggles, focusing on what he thought might be the Wheelteeth’s sentries settled around the borders of their territory. There.…

The Clockwork Dragon #27: To the End of the March

Qinethi Rhin wouldn’t meet Valin’s eye, but standing next to her Inventrix, the Rider’s gaze would flicker up momentarily, rest on the X on his cheek, and then quickly lower again. Especially, if she thought he was looking. The numbness of his cheek matched the numbness that was spreading inside, that faintly hollow sense that…

The Clockwork Dragon #26: The Judge’s Regalia

The morning air was crisp against Zefir’s hide, and he glided with a speed that made him focused. Kirwen was better at not giving him instructions by ordering him through their virul connection, and instead he turned on a wing and plunged downward, slipping through an opening two wing runners had made in their line.…

The Clockwork Dragon #25: Trials of the Past

Zefir clutched tighter to Kirwen as his own legs gave out beneath him, his wings shuddering with the force of her memories—so clear, as if he were living them from his own eye, even stronger than Seren’s thoughts; they raged through his heart-mind, which he feared would burst from the overwhelming might; it buzzed and…