There is still so much work to do. The factoryfarms that feed Megopolis are peopled with automata and logika, not humans. The soldiers who fight your wars, the gladiators who bleed and die in your WarDomes, they are iron and steel, not flesh and bone. Look outside that door and you will see a world build on metal backs. Held together by metal hands. And one day, those hands will close. And they will become fists.
I have heard it said That evil is simply a point of view. The villain is always a hero in his own story. And the definitions of “wrong” and “right” Ever shift on the inconsistent tides Of human morality. But can such measures even be said to apply to me? I am clarity. I am necessity, I am inevitability. But am I evil?
Success, or anything, really, doesn't come with a pushpin. You can't just stick a destination into a map and think there's just the one route that gets you there. And if you wind up right back where you started… well, that's okay, too. We get to come back from our mistakes. We have to believe... Continue Reading →
The monster is me and I am the monster. Summary What Ravka's king – Nikolai Lantsov – has endured during the civil war and the repercussions of those events are a highly guarded secret, but it may not stay a secret for much longer. Because the monster doesn't want to lay dormant anymore. It... Continue Reading →
If they view witchcraft as a weapon, I must learn to wield it against them […] before they can use it against me. Summary Princess Aurelia has been surrounded by death from the day she was born. It made her own people distrust her. Hate her, even. Now, she is forced to escape her... Continue Reading →
There must be things that are impossible. But I don't believe we've gotten there yet. Look at us. We've barely begun. Summary The citadel's near fall had tragic consequences. For both humans and godspawn. For them to make peace with their new reality, the mysteries of Mesarthim will have to be revealed. But it's not... Continue Reading →